[ dave doesn't quite make a sound when john's nails dig into his back but he arches into the touch and his heartbeat stutters, his breathing going a hair heavier. he does make a sound when john grinds against him for a brief moment, though, soft and plaintive in his throat.
he lets himself use his teeth on john's previously unmarked neck before his tongue and lips and teeth find their way to john's ear instead. dave's certain if he tries to speak above a whisper he'll shatter. ]
How can I be patient when you're like this? John, c'mon.
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he lets himself use his teeth on john's previously unmarked neck before his tongue and lips and teeth find their way to john's ear instead. dave's certain if he tries to speak above a whisper he'll shatter. ]
How can I be patient when you're like this? John, c'mon.