Dylan would have snorted if that roll of hips didn't pull another soft groan out of him. No, it wasn't the face he objected to or the body, to be honest, but -- sorry, what were they talking about again? "You're gonna make me hard again, if you keep that up."
Not that that stopped him from absently returning the favor, pressing flush against Daniel for a moment as he returned the kiss. Neither his mouth or his hips were quite as cruel, this time. If not for the fact that Daniel had tits and a cunt, if not for the fact that Dylan probably would have enjoyed the notion that he'd driven Daniel literally mad in a matter of maybe half an hour, it might have been easy to pretend this was normal and he was sane.
Not that that illusion lasted long, as at the protest, Dylan hummed, amused. "Not like you'd really have any choice. If I told you to keep them, you would." Even after the hour he'd demanded ran out. "You'd have to find a way to tie them down, to keep Neal or whoever from noticing. And whenever I wanted to, I could just ... "
He paused, working his jaw faintly as if he planned on spitting. Something far worse followed, the wet sound of flesh shifting issuing in his mouth. He parted his lips slightly, tongue now longer than it should have been lolling out of one side of his mouth, and it didn't stop there. His tongue continued to stretch, bloat, taking on life of its own as is grew into something thick and hideous and almost prehensile. He leaned a little closer to Daniel and the appendage curled around his nipple, wet and warm, tugging at it. He expected part fear, part arousal in response and that was the point. If he made Daniel keep the breasts, he could secretly get him off or at least ready to go without anyone realizing what the problem was.
Point made, his tongue pulled away abruptly, curling up to slither back into his mouth. One could only imagine it melting back into its original, normal size and shape like a bit of candy left in the mouth too long after that.
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Not that that stopped him from absently returning the favor, pressing flush against Daniel for a moment as he returned the kiss. Neither his mouth or his hips were quite as cruel, this time. If not for the fact that Daniel had tits and a cunt, if not for the fact that Dylan probably would have enjoyed the notion that he'd driven Daniel literally mad in a matter of maybe half an hour, it might have been easy to pretend this was normal and he was sane.
Not that that illusion lasted long, as at the protest, Dylan hummed, amused. "Not like you'd really have any choice. If I told you to keep them, you would." Even after the hour he'd demanded ran out. "You'd have to find a way to tie them down, to keep Neal or whoever from noticing. And whenever I wanted to, I could just ... "
He paused, working his jaw faintly as if he planned on spitting. Something far worse followed, the wet sound of flesh shifting issuing in his mouth. He parted his lips slightly, tongue now longer than it should have been lolling out of one side of his mouth, and it didn't stop there. His tongue continued to stretch, bloat, taking on life of its own as is grew into something thick and hideous and almost prehensile. He leaned a little closer to Daniel and the appendage curled around his nipple, wet and warm, tugging at it. He expected part fear, part arousal in response and that was the point. If he made Daniel keep the breasts, he could secretly get him off or at least ready to go without anyone realizing what the problem was.
Point made, his tongue pulled away abruptly, curling up to slither back into his mouth. One could only imagine it melting back into its original, normal size and shape like a bit of candy left in the mouth too long after that.