[ oh fuck yes, that reaction is exactly what he was going for. he grins around the length and gives one long, slow bob of his head, flicking his tongue against the underside and employing every last awkward and clumsy trick he's learned in the past five or ten minutes to his advantage. just the sound of his voice, his breathing, the way he can't hold still—Dave feels the muscles in his belly tightening again, pulse pounding in his ears.
it is really fucking hard to resist touching himself, that's for sure. if he weren't so caught up in this hard work he might actually do it. as it is, he just rubs up against Dirk and enjoys that friction, instead. ]
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it is really fucking hard to resist touching himself, that's for sure. if he weren't so caught up in this hard work he might actually do it. as it is, he just rubs up against Dirk and enjoys that friction, instead. ]