[Touche, Dean. But Dean was wearing a lot more clothes than Dave and that was going to have to change real soon. Real soon meaning now. Dave slips off of Dean's lap to stand up, working his briefs down all the way and tosses them aside.
Naked and not a touch bit shamed (blame it on the alcohol), he grins down at Dean and grabs one of his hands, pulling at his arm.]
C'mon, dude. You can fuck me on the bed.
[He was far too tipsy to have the coordination and grace to ride Dean. Particularly since, you know.....Well. You know.]
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Naked and not a touch bit shamed (blame it on the alcohol), he grins down at Dean and grabs one of his hands, pulling at his arm.]
C'mon, dude. You can fuck me on the bed.
[He was far too tipsy to have the coordination and grace to ride Dean. Particularly since, you know.....Well. You know.]