Sunday. Sunday. What are you… doing… [ he knows what he’s doing. he can SEE what he’s doing. his muscles tense as he restrains himself, his mouth, but he can only do so much… leaving it to open itself invitingly to sunday. it uses its tongue to try to coax his fingers, his hand, into it… and kaveh is doing everything he can not to moan. it feels weird, but it’s a good weird, and he swears that if this keeps up he’s going to pop a boner. ] This is dangerous, Sunday.