[ Keeping his face as impassive as he can without his shades, he sinks down with his knees either side of hips, feeling a bit ridiculous and a lot like a nervous teenager.
Deciding fuck it, he leans in to pour his breath over the bite mark on Gamzee's neck, licking feather-light as a shiver runs through him from the cold. It's better than attempting to sass him again, easier to close his eyes and let Gamzee guide him this time. It's only far he lets the tables be turned. ]
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Deciding fuck it, he leans in to pour his breath over the bite mark on Gamzee's neck, licking feather-light as a shiver runs through him from the cold. It's better than attempting to sass him again, easier to close his eyes and let Gamzee guide him this time. It's only far he lets the tables be turned. ]