[ A strangled ah escapes him when he basks under Gamzee's hands and mouth, tongue flicking out to taste painted lips without needing to raise his head; doesn't want to come off demanding. There isn't enough direct contact to make him feel anything other than aroused and frustrated, giving up palming a trapped erection to grip the belt-loops either sip of low-slung hips.
Dragging Gamzee down, Dave grinds up and presses a relieved sigh into a jaw-line, shivering as he moves directly against matching hardness, knees pulled up to cradle a pair of hips and keep Gamzee where he wants him. ]
Move. [ Rasping slightly, he keeps his grip on a belt and undulates slowly with lashes fluttering closed behind protective shades. ] Move like you want to fuck.
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Dragging Gamzee down, Dave grinds up and presses a relieved sigh into a jaw-line, shivering as he moves directly against matching hardness, knees pulled up to cradle a pair of hips and keep Gamzee where he wants him. ]
Move. [ Rasping slightly, he keeps his grip on a belt and undulates slowly with lashes fluttering closed behind protective shades. ] Move like you want to fuck.