[ Dave's had his fair share of sex, he knows how it goes and what to expect from the guy that wants to be the one pounding in from both points of view. And it's nothing like this.
This is messy and slick and starved, desperation made physical in the drag of hands and twining mouths that share the lowest of guttural moans, every brush of Gamzee's endless dirty-talk into an ear pulling out more sobs and gasps as the room devolves to the sweaty body now part of his own with no discernible border. The things he says are too honest for Dave to doubt, latching his arms around him to clutch and mold over a spine and the soft skin above bucking hips, wrapping Gamzee up in heat and boundless, careless desire. He can take the hard kisses, deal with the way he agrees no one else has ever touched him like this before, turned him inside-out with lust to the point of entirely losing his cool. What makes him crank up the volume like Gamzee so badly wants isn't the rapid fist over his cock (or the pressure thrusting up into his gut, endlessly traveling lips, a deep voice that caresses his mind) but the soft kiss over his chest.
The first warning of Dave beginning to come lies in the tail-end of the racket he makes, head almost tipped right back off the sofa as he gives in and lets Gamzee fuck him absolutely however he pleases, needing the ache and constant mind-blowing electricity snapping taut between them to remember the moment later.
The only word that leaves his mouth in between hoarse, incoherent screams is his lover's name. ]
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This is messy and slick and starved, desperation made physical in the drag of hands and twining mouths that share the lowest of guttural moans, every brush of Gamzee's endless dirty-talk into an ear pulling out more sobs and gasps as the room devolves to the sweaty body now part of his own with no discernible border. The things he says are too honest for Dave to doubt, latching his arms around him to clutch and mold over a spine and the soft skin above bucking hips, wrapping Gamzee up in heat and boundless, careless desire. He can take the hard kisses, deal with the way he agrees no one else has ever touched him like this before, turned him inside-out with lust to the point of entirely losing his cool. What makes him crank up the volume like Gamzee so badly wants isn't the rapid fist over his cock (or the pressure thrusting up into his gut, endlessly traveling lips, a deep voice that caresses his mind) but the soft kiss over his chest.
The first warning of Dave beginning to come lies in the tail-end of the racket he makes, head almost tipped right back off the sofa as he gives in and lets Gamzee fuck him absolutely however he pleases, needing the ache and constant mind-blowing electricity snapping taut between them to remember the moment later.
The only word that leaves his mouth in between hoarse, incoherent screams is his lover's name. ]