[Watching Dave lick at his own blood--fuck. That and the hand clenching around his horn have him shuddering hard. He laughs at the words, lapping the blood from his own chin with a very long tongue.]



[He's cut off as the hand squeezes, enough to impeded his breathing a little. It feels so damn good that he groans again, very loudly. He digs his claws in and pirouettes as Dave tries to sweep his legs out from under him. Not at all trying to stop the fall, but instead, trying to take Dave down with him and come out on top of the pile. Then he bites his own lips and tongue a little to get blood flowing and claims another kiss.]