[Dave rolls his eyes, and peels off the one sock that didn't get yanked off, throwing it to the floor with his shirt.]
Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, I'm fucking dying over here in fits of uncontrollable laughter. Turning blue in the face and everything.
[He leans back against the wall, childishly kicking away the comforter off the bed with a quiet, "feh" and pointed glare. His shades are enough out of arm's reach for him to not want to bother retrieving them, he's bitter enough to concede to the idea that Wally wouldn't look at him anyway, no need to hide the crimson windows to his pouty soul. He shuffles his legs up, bending them and spreading them just enough for his hand to have enough room to fondle himself. Shirt's off, shades are off, and he's spreading himself like an over-eager horny person, whatever, it's a vulnerable position and he doesn't like it.]
Hey, I'm just gonna rub this one out. I'd say about 5 minutes 26 seconds since I'm ticked and want this over with, but since I'm not even totally hard yet and you're no help, bumping that up to... [He closes his eyes, quirks his mouth to the side while he slowly palms the bulge in his pants.] 16 minutes 53 seconds. Give or take a few milliseconds.
[Sometimes he forgets that not everyone knows or is used to his creepy estimates of time and how they're 99.9% on the dot every time. He does not care right now. Gut instincts over science any day.]
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Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, I'm fucking dying over here in fits of uncontrollable laughter. Turning blue in the face and everything.
[He leans back against the wall, childishly kicking away the comforter off the bed with a quiet, "feh" and pointed glare. His shades are enough out of arm's reach for him to not want to bother retrieving them, he's bitter enough to concede to the idea that Wally wouldn't look at him anyway, no need to hide the crimson windows to his pouty soul. He shuffles his legs up, bending them and spreading them just enough for his hand to have enough room to fondle himself. Shirt's off, shades are off, and he's spreading himself like an over-eager horny person, whatever, it's a vulnerable position and he doesn't like it.]
Hey, I'm just gonna rub this one out. I'd say about 5 minutes 26 seconds since I'm ticked and want this over with, but since I'm not even totally hard yet and you're no help, bumping that up to... [He closes his eyes, quirks his mouth to the side while he slowly palms the bulge in his pants.] 16 minutes 53 seconds. Give or take a few milliseconds.
[Sometimes he forgets that not everyone knows or is used to his creepy estimates of time and how they're 99.9% on the dot every time. He does not care right now. Gut instincts over science any day.]