[ His stomach concaves when that unexpected touch washes across, Dave's breath momentarily hitching in silence before he covers the mishap with a slow chaste kiss, barely giving back anything with a fluttering lick occasionally tracing the corners of lips. Light as a feather, hot and wet.
Nails rake over the inside of Gamzee's wrist, counterpointing the gentility, and his free hand curls between them to smooth the back of his knuckles along a jaw-line. Gay Chicken's evil twin, Cockerel Tease. ]
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Nails rake over the inside of Gamzee's wrist, counterpointing the gentility, and his free hand curls between them to smooth the back of his knuckles along a jaw-line. Gay Chicken's evil twin, Cockerel Tease. ]