[Tav swallows, nods, and even though he's nervous, knowing that Dave is enjoying this, well—that's good. He wants Dave to be happy.
Fingers that are so unlike his usual fumbling digits slide down to his waistband, slip the button of his black jeans free, and with a little wiggle of his hips that makes him think just for a split second that he's actually sexy, pushes them down and steps out of them. He's left in a pair of Pupa Pan-green boxer briefs and an ever-rising blush, and he runs a hand through his mohawk nervously before he's pushing those down too, only completely of his own accord this time.]
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Fingers that are so unlike his usual fumbling digits slide down to his waistband, slip the button of his black jeans free, and with a little wiggle of his hips that makes him think just for a split second that he's actually sexy, pushes them down and steps out of them. He's left in a pair of Pupa Pan-green boxer briefs and an ever-rising blush, and he runs a hand through his mohawk nervously before he's pushing those down too, only completely of his own accord this time.]