[Dave's singing is beautiful, and it provides a sweet kind of background music to their movie scene. The singing isn't quite Dave's voice, but that's how birds work, John guesses. It's pretty, it's very pretty, and though John isn't aware of the significance of it, he feels like it's special. His hips rock upwards, rubbing back against Dave's pressing, and as he starts to anti-soften his pelvis steadies into an accelerating rhythm.]
[He holds onto Dave's hips as his own start to speed up. It's practically out of his control at this point, and he's very concerned that the only way Dave's not going to get bucked off is if he grips him tight, pulling him down, holding him firm against his hardening dick. It's not the fastest he could go, but with the human hormones still having some work to do before letting the rabbit ones override, it's steady but stupidly varying from slow-paced to fast to medium to fast again and back to slow. His muscles haven't developed for this, and this is also so pleasurably strange.]
[He doesn't know when his eyes shut, but they do and his head falls back against the couch. His jaw relaxes and he starts to breathe through his mouth, the puffs of breath mimicking his thrusts.]
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[He holds onto Dave's hips as his own start to speed up. It's practically out of his control at this point, and he's very concerned that the only way Dave's not going to get bucked off is if he grips him tight, pulling him down, holding him firm against his hardening dick. It's not the fastest he could go, but with the human hormones still having some work to do before letting the rabbit ones override, it's steady but stupidly varying from slow-paced to fast to medium to fast again and back to slow. His muscles haven't developed for this, and this is also so pleasurably strange.]
[He doesn't know when his eyes shut, but they do and his head falls back against the couch. His jaw relaxes and he starts to breathe through his mouth, the puffs of breath mimicking his thrusts.]