[ Steadily, his hips lose any semblance of rhythm and he thrusts to his own heartbeat, throat arching and toes curling. One, two, three, and he tugs back on a crown of black curls to aim, ribbons of white streaking over that sinfully blushing pair of lips. Searing his mark across gorgeous cheekbones, drips clinging to Gamzee's hair when Dave bucks to change the angle and coat his way down a throat ...
Forces himself to watch as much as he can, because Gamzee looks ... ]
Perfect.
[ Panting, his hands drop to his sides and Dave relaxes bonelessly, soft high noises filtering out on every other satisfied moan. ]
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Forces himself to watch as much as he can, because Gamzee looks ... ]
Perfect.
[ Panting, his hands drop to his sides and Dave relaxes bonelessly, soft high noises filtering out on every other satisfied moan. ]