[ Warm breaths huff against a damp throat as Dave drapes an arm over Gamzee's shoulders, enjoying the casual friction and the freedom of growing hard without jeans pinning down a protesting dick. Laughing quietly, he gives a shrug and nips an earlobe, palm sliding up under the hem of a shirt to feel the planes of a broad chest, the scant hairs over shapely musculature. ]
You can try, it'll be a miracle with - [ Glancing to the clock on the wall, he smirks. ] - ten minutes to go.
[ Tugging on that shirt, he decides he wants it off, now, and his hands all over Gamzee's body as soon as possible. ]
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You can try, it'll be a miracle with - [ Glancing to the clock on the wall, he smirks. ] - ten minutes to go.
[ Tugging on that shirt, he decides he wants it off, now, and his hands all over Gamzee's body as soon as possible. ]