[The metallic tang of blood on his tongue results in an odd chirruping sound, and Tav makes short work of the red smears between their mouths. He's going to have a killer headache later, he knows, but for now he's more than happy to let Dave use his horns as handlebars. His hand begins to pump faster, hips surging forward and back, around in circles, and he can tell he's getting close because his movements are becoming erratic, and every other exhale is accompanied by a whimper.]
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Date: 2011-11-12 03:19 am (UTC)i CAN'T,
i CAN'T, i CAN'T,
nN, i,
dAVE,