[ It's vaguely frightening, wanting to cover every patch of Gamzee's skin in kisses and bolt the door until he screams again with ecstasy, wanting to hear him moaning and pleading like Dave knows he just fucking won't, not without the battle to end the war. Which will never happen, they're too alike to give in to such a degree.
But he wants and wants and wants, a muffled sigh ghosting into the hot mouth on offer as it plunders his own, hands spreading down between Gamzee's shoulders to try and draw him in closer, raking back up when Dave repays that nip. Ruffling still-damp locks. Breathing becomes an after-thought tailored around licking in long sweeps, given over to let Gamzee taste as much as he wants.
Dave's going to get fucked at some point this evening, the issue isn't if; it's how long he can draw out the addictive make-outs until he does. ]
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But he wants and wants and wants, a muffled sigh ghosting into the hot mouth on offer as it plunders his own, hands spreading down between Gamzee's shoulders to try and draw him in closer, raking back up when Dave repays that nip. Ruffling still-damp locks. Breathing becomes an after-thought tailored around licking in long sweeps, given over to let Gamzee taste as much as he wants.
Dave's going to get fucked at some point this evening, the issue isn't if; it's how long he can draw out the addictive make-outs until he does. ]