[Tav nods. Luckily for Dave, he's good about keeping his claws trimmed to a reasonable length, not like Vriska, who seems to prefer hers long, sharp, and creepy. Carefully, gently, he probes, rust-colored lubricant allowing his finger to slide deeper; meanwhile, he's kissing and lapping at the closest part of Dave he can reach with his mouth, which happens to be his throat.]
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iS THIS, uM,
i'M NOT HURTING YOU, aM I,