[ it gets him to grind down a little and the friction is kind of a shellshocker, like, what did you honestly expect it to feel like, Dave. it feels like you're rubbing up against your boyfriend, like you did when you stopped thinking of him as just some enormous tool of a troll and started thinking of him as something else. back when you could hardly manage to take your hands off each other, and you were still just a nobody trying to be somebody. it wasn't even that long ago, what, did you forget already?
also he kind of can't believe they might end up fucking on the couch to starsky and goddamn hutch. like of all the things. he honestly has to pull away for a second to just look at Tavros and reaffirm that this isn't something he dreamed up. not in that "too good to be true" kind of way, just... "what the hell am i doing," maybe.
no, fuck. this was the plan. to get a boner. and he got one. so what's the problem. ]
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[ it gets him to grind down a little and the friction is kind of a shellshocker, like, what did you honestly expect it to feel like, Dave. it feels like you're rubbing up against your boyfriend, like you did when you stopped thinking of him as just some enormous tool of a troll and started thinking of him as something else. back when you could hardly manage to take your hands off each other, and you were still just a nobody trying to be somebody. it wasn't even that long ago, what, did you forget already?
also he kind of can't believe they might end up fucking on the couch to starsky and goddamn hutch. like of all the things. he honestly has to pull away for a second to just look at Tavros and reaffirm that this isn't something he dreamed up. not in that "too good to be true" kind of way, just... "what the hell am i doing," maybe.
no, fuck. this was the plan. to get a boner. and he got one. so what's the problem. ]