[ If his eyes weren't as expressive, he could easily mask the way he blinks and loses his train of thought during the gentle treatment, once more thrown for a loop as he watches a mouth glide over his flinching abdomen.

A hand splays in Gamzee's mostly-dry hair, tangling immediately. Steadying him as he listens, swallows when nipped playfully. He can take the rougher stuff in his stride (hah) but it's this side of Gamzee, just like the kiss in the shower, that makes Dave flounder for something witty to say. Miss a beat. Then another. ]

Not raising any arguments here. [ fucking lame at least try and riposte some of that shit ] Spoil me that bad and I might have to stop time to keep you here for longer, let your room-mate think you've only been gone a night. [ Fingers flex over a scalp, twisting gently at bouncy (fruity?) tufts. ] Ain't got any idea how demanding I can be, Makara. Think you can handle this?