"No!" he cries out, trying but failing to close his legs. "Not good, it's dirty."
"But it smells so good," Travis lowers his nose there, sniffing, and Day is so mortified he wants to hide and never come out. "wanna taste it."
"Don't, please v, don't."
His tongue rests above it, which makes Day clench his hole, and a dollop of more slick pours out, right on v's tongue, making him groan, eyes flashing as they lock on Day.
"You like that, mhh? M'gonna lick it, taste it-"
"No, no, no," he hides his face with his hands.
"And I want you to look at me," he demands, making his toes curl. "Do you hear me, kitten? Look at me while I lick you down here, and don't you dare hide away."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He doesn't look away, nor does Travis, as he starts swiping his tongue there, lightly at first, then he gets heavier and more daring, letting his tip get deeper.
