also when i try to write anything shippy i just melt into a pile of awkwardness
ill give ya shippy
John fell back onto the bed, stretching out his beautiful golden body, eager for Dave's attention. Dave started working his magic and John felt an all-too familiar heat rising from his chest. Dave was crouched over top and pooping all over his hot body.
"dave, so stinky"
"thats just the poop babe let it work its magic"
"i.. i cant see anything!"
"thats because youre blind now egbert"