[ Lifting here, rocking down there, Dave swallows with each second that passes and he feels no immediate urge to say stop i cant. Quite the opposite, Gamzee's slow and steady pacing only making it that much easier to open up around him and take that burning length in further. It's all about regaining his bearings. ]

Got your business card in my breast pocket. [ Sighing out a rush of mindless nonsense, he focuses on kissing Gamzee anew to the achingly tender grind of in-and-out, sweat beading the back of his neck. Fuck, Gamzee's not exactly average, dumbass tall bastard. ] How about a meeting sometime this week, get to know each other. I'll call my people, get 'em to rattle yours 'cause you want this deal so bad I can taste it - mmph ...

[ Losing his train of thought as he licks his way into a hungry kiss, he snaps his hips down and gasps. ]

... 'can taste you. [ Murmuring over wet lips, he smooths back the mess of curls around an angular face and holds them away so he can see him properly as they fuck, wanting to remember how Gamzee looks. ] Fuck, you're so goddamn big - [ Hisses, knees widening so he can get lower. ] - ah, yeah, let me have it just like that ...