[Dave doesn't really know what's happening, but he's presently having a lot of trouble stringing thoughts together to try to figure it out. Some distant part of him can feel his boxers growing damp at a rate that can't possibly just be sweat, but god, god all the muscles in his stomach are clenching and unclenching and everything feels warm and tingly and he's never let it get this far when it's happened before. John is helping, and it feels like he's breaking into bits and being healed all at the same time. Not even Jade running her fingernails down his back when down was filling in between his wings and everything had been a clusterfuck of itching had felt anywhere near this good.]
[John's head goes back and something in Dave's brain tells him that it would be a wonderful idea to bury his face in his friend's neck and hold on tight to the front of his shirt. So he does just that, no longer trying to stop the singing, which does seem oddly fitting now that he's not trying too hard to think about it. Oddly, the song seems to be getting more complex as he completely loses his mind.]
[And he's no longer trying frantically to get something solid to rub against, because suddenly John's pubic bone isn't the only hard thing in the area. The bulge in his friend's pants catches on the indent in Dave's that is his opening, and the song skips a beat. He can feel his throat still trying to sing, but he's having trouble breathing and the whole thing dissolves into frantic little peeps as he rubs himself furiously against John's erection.]
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[John's head goes back and something in Dave's brain tells him that it would be a wonderful idea to bury his face in his friend's neck and hold on tight to the front of his shirt. So he does just that, no longer trying to stop the singing, which does seem oddly fitting now that he's not trying too hard to think about it. Oddly, the song seems to be getting more complex as he completely loses his mind.]
[And he's no longer trying frantically to get something solid to rub against, because suddenly John's pubic bone isn't the only hard thing in the area. The bulge in his friend's pants catches on the indent in Dave's that is his opening, and the song skips a beat. He can feel his throat still trying to sing, but he's having trouble breathing and the whole thing dissolves into frantic little peeps as he rubs himself furiously against John's erection.]