[ Wrapped around Gamzee like ivy, his head thumps noiselessly as he turns it to allow that roaming mouth full access to every inch of his throat, the gesture one of submission to contrast how demandingly he rides him, never missing a split-second of breathless intent. The tension in Gamzee shivers underneath skin and muscle, vibrating right to the bone, Dave knows, because he's just as highly strung.
Please. Begging against an ear, he mouths the sweat-damp curls plastered against a temple, tasting salt. Please, please, please ...
Not wanting it to end, needing Gamzee to stay after this, nonsensical and repetitive that single word, crumbling around a hitched choke as he finally allows himself to come. Ribboning out of him in waves, he makes a mess of Gamzee's jerking hand, his own chest, and has to shakily stop him from forcing anything else out of him, there can't be, he can barely register anything beyond the soft hair against his cheek and how perfectly they fit together.
Blond lashes dampen with stinging tears, more a product of being fucked raw but supported by the intense spiral of possession flooding the way his hands grapple for purchase. Moaning in the aftermath, he kisses dazedly over Gamzee's jaw and reclines, holding onto the vestiges of his stamina enough to remain tighter than before around the other man, hips offered up for his use. The world is hot and wet and exquisite, all down to the one person he refuses to let go. ]
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Please. Begging against an ear, he mouths the sweat-damp curls plastered against a temple, tasting salt. Please, please, please ...
Not wanting it to end, needing Gamzee to stay after this, nonsensical and repetitive that single word, crumbling around a hitched choke as he finally allows himself to come. Ribboning out of him in waves, he makes a mess of Gamzee's jerking hand, his own chest, and has to shakily stop him from forcing anything else out of him, there can't be, he can barely register anything beyond the soft hair against his cheek and how perfectly they fit together.
Blond lashes dampen with stinging tears, more a product of being fucked raw but supported by the intense spiral of possession flooding the way his hands grapple for purchase. Moaning in the aftermath, he kisses dazedly over Gamzee's jaw and reclines, holding onto the vestiges of his stamina enough to remain tighter than before around the other man, hips offered up for his use. The world is hot and wet and exquisite, all down to the one person he refuses to let go. ]