[ He makes a bruised mess of Gamzee's ear, nipping until he's lowered back and gets the lovely view of a self-confident grin. The way Dave arches immediately, as lips skirt his boxers and the stiff cock trapped beneath, is less than controlled, thighs tensing even as they fall open to let that mouth get closer.
Sighing, he tips his hips up to feel more of those caresses across the tip, a damp spot broadening against cotton as Dave licks dry lips. ]
Whenever's good f-for you. Ah, fuck.
[ One squirming Strider on a silver platter, coming right up. ]
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Sighing, he tips his hips up to feel more of those caresses across the tip, a damp spot broadening against cotton as Dave licks dry lips. ]
Whenever's good f-for you. Ah, fuck.
[ One squirming Strider on a silver platter, coming right up. ]