[Fuck, where does Tavros get off on making noises like that, and why does Dave find it so fucking incredible? Tav's hand and his hips speed up, and suddenly Dave is moaning brokenly against Tav's lips, sliding his fingers into Tav's hair and tugging.]
[There's heat coiling in the pit of his stomach again, and Dave's own rhythm stutters, falters, as it winds tighter and tighter. He'll be surprised if he doesn't die when it snaps.]
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[There's heat coiling in the pit of his stomach again, and Dave's own rhythm stutters, falters, as it winds tighter and tighter. He'll be surprised if he doesn't die when it snaps.]