[ The gentle contact breaks down his barriers faster than any bitching or laughter could. Dave's grip in Gamzee's hair becomes his anchor when he lifts his head, keeps it bowed as he adjusts to the persistent fingers and eventually gets his body to accept that it's better with than without. The things murmured into his ear have him panting shallowly. ]
Fuck.
[ Rasping as his forehead nudges a jaw-line, he paws through thick hair and plants shivering open-mouthed kisses all the way to hushing lips, capturing them with a quiet, stifled moan. As much as Gamzee wants to hear his reactions, he still has enough forethought not to give in just yet.
The second finger makes him still, a dark red blush highlighting his cheeks and ears, score across his chest. Gamzee is groaned, already stretched just enough that the minimal pain is bearable considering that now he has two guitar-smart digits playing him like an instrument. God. His hips find the right rhythm that allow him to start moving on his own, pushing back with a moan once, twice, picking up how he's needed to arch back and forth and it feels so good, filling, slick enough that he can slide over the other man and imagine his cock in place there instead - ]
Aah - !
[ Bucking down hard when fingertips rub over something mind-numbingly perfect, he kisses Gamzee insistently and murmurs a hoarse litany of there fuck there shit Gamzee yes, red eyes blinking shyly open. Looking at him at last, Dave starts riding in earnest, the glazed way he stares at nothing but Gamzee's eyes through lowered lashes speaking volumes about what he's thinking. ]
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Fuck.
[ Rasping as his forehead nudges a jaw-line, he paws through thick hair and plants shivering open-mouthed kisses all the way to hushing lips, capturing them with a quiet, stifled moan. As much as Gamzee wants to hear his reactions, he still has enough forethought not to give in just yet.
The second finger makes him still, a dark red blush highlighting his cheeks and ears, score across his chest. Gamzee is groaned, already stretched just enough that the minimal pain is bearable considering that now he has two guitar-smart digits playing him like an instrument. God. His hips find the right rhythm that allow him to start moving on his own, pushing back with a moan once, twice, picking up how he's needed to arch back and forth and it feels so good, filling, slick enough that he can slide over the other man and imagine his cock in place there instead - ]
Aah - !
[ Bucking down hard when fingertips rub over something mind-numbingly perfect, he kisses Gamzee insistently and murmurs a hoarse litany of there fuck there shit Gamzee yes, red eyes blinking shyly open. Looking at him at last, Dave starts riding in earnest, the glazed way he stares at nothing but Gamzee's eyes through lowered lashes speaking volumes about what he's thinking. ]