[ Panting as he pulls Gamzee back and grinds in, barely thrusting, he cups under a chin and brushes fingertips over plush lips, red eyes glazed with lust as Beta Dave below tongues a weeping slit. ]

Nah, you ask for it. [ Wincing as his throat's bitten, he slaps the outside of a thigh in punishment. They're both so dominant in bed that this is half the thrill, seeing who fights their way to the top of ego-mountain every time. Gamzee is never boring. ] Say please, let me see those pretty lips of yours wrap around my name.

[ Later is later and he'll deal with those arousing threats when they swing around; right now, Dave's got all the power and time in the world, plus his dick rammed so far up that hot ass he can feel a pelvis resting on his iliac muscles. ]

Just say it, babe - [ Slow circles, rubbing against that little bundle of nerves that ruins motor functions. ] - moan for me, you fucking bitch.