[ he reached forward to try and stabilize himself, because he is going into very new territory on bambi legs. in the end, he has a fistful of dean's shirt as he tries to take notes inside his head and try to figure out what to do with his tongue, which feels like a dead weight. but it's interesting, and it feels good, and he wouldn't mind more as he pushes his mouth closer, breathing even but hitching occasionally. ]
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