[ He almost feels tempted to drift off into a doze with that heavy weight on his stomach, but then it's in his nature to nip the fingers skirting his mouth and wake up as a result. Sighing, he eases onto his elbows and leans over the side of the couch for his jeans, coming up trumps with a tissue. ]
You're such a whiny bitch.
[ Cleaning off the mess in delicate swipes, he drops the used wad on the floor and leans up to kiss him on the mouth, slow and fond as Dave's fingers sink into lovely addictive hair. ]
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You're such a whiny bitch.
[ Cleaning off the mess in delicate swipes, he drops the used wad on the floor and leans up to kiss him on the mouth, slow and fond as Dave's fingers sink into lovely addictive hair. ]
All better now?