[he can feel that under his lips. his hands are shaking, holding a different face, fingers tightened up in different hair. it's the hair he likes less, but the throat he likes more, so he scrapes his teeth over the skin there because he wants to hear Tek make that noise in this voice.
he could go on and on with his preferences--he could tell him to change back this or that or just stick to one fucking gender already--but he won't. because that would take time, and he doesn't want to stop tasting him to say it.
he rolls his hips up against him, already wanting, ready to just take and take and take.]
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he could go on and on with his preferences--he could tell him to change back this or that or just stick to one fucking gender already--but he won't. because that would take time, and he doesn't want to stop tasting him to say it.
he rolls his hips up against him, already wanting, ready to just take and take and take.]