[Oh, he doesn't think he could feel neglected if he tried. He's got a Strider on his knees in front of him, after all; it's like winning the lottery of sex. Tav lets out a quiet grunt, thighs spreading apart a little more and causing a thin stream of caramel to run down their insides. He can deal with it. His hands do tighten now in Dave's hair, tugging cautiously at first and then a little harder.]
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