[Tav shudders at the sudden shock of having a hint of Dave's blood on his tongue. He shouldn't, he shouldn't like that so much, but he can't hide it. Can't hide the moan, low and throaty. He nods, forehead pressed against Dave's, the metal rim of his shades pressing into grey skin.]
i THINK, i WANT YOU LIKE THIS, jUST, tELL ME IF i, dO SOMETHING WRONG,
[He doesn't mention that part of it is wanting to be able to kiss Dave again, and maybe salvage more hints of wild cherry apeshit apocalypse, even if it tastes more like metal.
Carefully, he reaches down to Dave's entrance, tilting him back and supporting his back with his left arm. There's enough coppery, sticky fluid between the two of them already that he doesn't even need to bother with lube; instead he probes with an inquisitive finger at the rim of Dave's asshole, carefully pressing and working until he's able to slip a finger inside.]
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Date: 2011-11-10 07:17 am (UTC)i THINK,
i WANT YOU LIKE THIS,
jUST,
tELL ME IF i, dO SOMETHING WRONG,
[He doesn't mention that part of it is wanting to be able to kiss Dave again, and maybe salvage more hints of wild cherry apeshit apocalypse, even if it tastes more like metal.
Carefully, he reaches down to Dave's entrance, tilting him back and supporting his back with his left arm. There's enough coppery, sticky fluid between the two of them already that he doesn't even need to bother with lube; instead he probes with an inquisitive finger at the rim of Dave's asshole, carefully pressing and working until he's able to slip a finger inside.]