Fuck you. [ Which is the idea, but it comes out as a breathy curse, hips grasped by the Alpha's hands as the Beta fondles Gamzee's balls, smooths a second palm up a clenching stomach. ] Gonna take you slow later, make you scream.

[ For now it's all he can do to plant his heels flat and pick up the tempo of his own heart-beat, fast and hard with slick gel making it that much easier to get as deep as he wants, swearing constantly in a stream against Gamzee's shoulder. Grunting through clenched teeth, he makes no bones about doing this rough and sudden, wanting to feel those spasms as the blood in his ears matches the rush of the water. ]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit - Gamzee, ah ...

[ An Alpha hand yanks back dark sodden curls to expose a throat, moans muffling on the join over a lashing tongue. Just like that, bitch, you like that don't you, baby. ]

So good. [ A moan rises from below in agreement, Beta Dave jerking off on his knees as his throat gives around a hard length, vibrations rippling through the erect organ to match those on Gamzee's neck. ] Don't let him come, not yet. Shit, he's so tight.

[ And that's when Beta fingers encircle the base of the cock rubbing his tonsils raw, squeezing in denial. ]