[when boothill's fingers slip out, so does an eager cock, teal and soaking and translucent at the tip, its partner only just starting to peek out beside it.

at least the pause to grab his penis selection meant that dan heng's dicks didn't pull jack in the box stuff right in boothill's face. but the feel of that length sliding free has dan heng distracted enough he fumbles the case for a moment, though he recovers his dexterity an instant later.]

So this is how you handle... this kind of thing.

[failing to sound entirely composed, weirdly! but also he may have thought about it. whether boothill had a retractable dick stored in his pelvis, none at all... those pants sure couldn't hide one.

but he doesn't have a whole lot of time to think about it, because there is a tongue pressing into his vent, hot against the tip of his less exposed cock, the base of the bolder one, and the hole nestled right below them clenches and drips his arousal right into boothill's mouth.

it is at this point his second dick DOES pull jack in the box nonsense, sliding out all at once and really risking those teeth as dan heng's breath catches and he bites his lip harder.]