[ The steady glare Gamzee gets for clamping his hand on Dave's face burns, not only because of the bright red irises. He scratches down ribs when teeth sink into the muscle of his shoulder, pain and pleasure sparking instantly. Low groans echo loudly in the steamy glass prison, unable to rock his hips with such a forceful grip pinning him back against the tiles but not about to complain. Tipping his head to the side, he tries to draw blood while scoring his nails down the slope of Gamzee's spine, hissing with each twitch his cock gives against a squashing stomach. ]
Pussy ...
[ A feral grin sweeps into being, Dave licking the shell of an ear with horribly contrasting tenderness. ]
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Pussy ...
[ A feral grin sweeps into being, Dave licking the shell of an ear with horribly contrasting tenderness. ]