[ Gripping Gamzee's hair when he hears that confession (almost a promise) he nuzzles the hot patch of skin behind an ear and smothers a moan there when the first touches glide over his entrance, thighs tensing before he can focus enough to relax his muscles. Giving up his throat to mindlessly perfect murmurs, then a sensitive ear, Dave's shudders only increase as he's breached.
Gripping shoulders and the back of the sofa, his breathing hitches and he keeps his forehead glued to the other man's neck, not wanting to let him see his grimace as he grows accustomed to even that much of an invasion. He doesn't do this for just anyone, which is embarrassingly obvious all by itself.
Rising up on his knees as directed, he pushes back on Gamzee's thankfully slick digit and can't help the way his toes curl or the quiet noise eclipsing his earlier moan. ]
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Gripping shoulders and the back of the sofa, his breathing hitches and he keeps his forehead glued to the other man's neck, not wanting to let him see his grimace as he grows accustomed to even that much of an invasion. He doesn't do this for just anyone, which is embarrassingly obvious all by itself.
Rising up on his knees as directed, he pushes back on Gamzee's thankfully slick digit and can't help the way his toes curl or the quiet noise eclipsing his earlier moan. ]
Yeah ...
[ Agreeing in a whole host of ways. ]