Oh. Darc is clumsy. He's only used to long, probing, lashing tongues, mouths full of too many sharp fangs, mouths that don't fit together so kisses and tongues are best everywhere else. But he's yearning so deeply, paying such starved attention to what to do. He chases after what feels good, the plush push of lips and velvety heat of Shiro's tongue in his mouth. He groans, his purring notching up, gripping Shiro's nape a little harder now.
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Oh. Darc is clumsy. He's only used to long, probing, lashing tongues, mouths full of too many sharp fangs, mouths that don't fit together so kisses and tongues are best everywhere else. But he's yearning so deeply, paying such starved attention to what to do. He chases after what feels good, the plush push of lips and velvety heat of Shiro's tongue in his mouth. He groans, his purring notching up, gripping Shiro's nape a little harder now.
Oh.]