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Fuck you. [ Which is the idea, but it comes out as a breathy curse, hips grasped by the Alpha's hands as the Beta fondles Gamzee's balls, smooths a second palm up a clenching stomach. ] Gonna take you slow later, make you scream.

[ For now it's all he can do to plant his heels flat and pick up the tempo of his own heart-beat, fast and hard with slick gel making it that much easier to get as deep as he wants, swearing constantly in a stream against Gamzee's shoulder. Grunting through clenched teeth, he makes no bones about doing this rough and sudden, wanting to feel those spasms as the blood in his ears matches the rush of the water. ]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit - Gamzee, ah ...

[ An Alpha hand yanks back dark sodden curls to expose a throat, moans muffling on the join over a lashing tongue. Just like that, bitch, you like that don't you, baby. ]

So good. [ A moan rises from below in agreement, Beta Dave jerking off on his knees as his throat gives around a hard length, vibrations rippling through the erect organ to match those on Gamzee's neck. ] Don't let him come, not yet. Shit, he's so tight.

[ And that's when Beta fingers encircle the base of the cock rubbing his tonsils raw, squeezing in denial. ]

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[ Panting as he pulls Gamzee back and grinds in, barely thrusting, he cups under a chin and brushes fingertips over plush lips, red eyes glazed with lust as Beta Dave below tongues a weeping slit. ]

Nah, you ask for it. [ Wincing as his throat's bitten, he slaps the outside of a thigh in punishment. They're both so dominant in bed that this is half the thrill, seeing who fights their way to the top of ego-mountain every time. Gamzee is never boring. ] Say please, let me see those pretty lips of yours wrap around my name.

[ Later is later and he'll deal with those arousing threats when they swing around; right now, Dave's got all the power and time in the world, plus his dick rammed so far up that hot ass he can feel a pelvis resting on his iliac muscles. ]

Just say it, babe - [ Slow circles, rubbing against that little bundle of nerves that ruins motor functions. ] - moan for me, you fucking bitch.

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... Cockslut.

[ Whispering it over a temple, he gives a rough shove and drags that ass back to plaster his weight over Gamzee and piston in, driving him closer and closer to the wall and it's lucky Beta Dave seems to anticipate this because he's gripping Gamzee's thighs to make sure he doesn't get clenched in between. He supports his other self, letting Dave bury himself balls-deep as slick noises echo over the too-hot spray.

He does fuck him then, bends him over and loses all care or sensuality; grips wet clumps of black hair and tugs back so he can see that face on every jarring thrust. ]

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You want us to stop, say the word.

[ Scowling, he runs a hand up Gamzee's chest and covers him from hip to shoulder. hot and heavy with each pendulous swing to chase that incredible connection. Something twists in the pit of his stomach at being mocked and he digs his nails in over a heart, choosing to hold Gamzee steady there against each bracing thrust. Thankfully, Beta Dave seems to know how important it is to help support them. ]

Want me to leave?

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[ Nor would Dave, but he neither answers that or the fact he's sensitive. It would only stir the subject and he'd rather leave it well alone, especially with his shades absent.

A terse groan is wrung out of him as he nears his end, forehead pressing to a shoulder as he puts all his efforts into lasting, a point of pride not to come before the snarky stoner in his arms. Not only that but he just so happens to have manners, although he doesn't know why he bothers spoiling Gamzee to only get bitched at. Masochism, probably. Thank fuck they aren't dating. ]

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[ Forgetting about arguing is easy to do, trusting the Beta to do exactly what he does, drinking down Gamzee's come as he stops and shudders. Dave gives a raw cry and grasps Gamzee's hips like he can't trust them not to drag him along for the ride, teeth gritting and forehead pressing between shoulder-blades. Only when he's done does Dave give in to those last final thrusts.

Heat pours into Gamzee as Dave goes silent, clinging to him like a burr. Hips snap a few times and he holds on as shivers wrack him to his bones, a strangled Gamzee hushed in the back of the taller man's hunched neck.

As if having raced a marathon, Dave remains for a moment and tries to recall how to move. The time-loop demands the Beta head back is completed and the shadow of the man on his knees is instantly gone, heading back in time to before Gamzee was pacified. ]

Mmm ...

[ Fingers stroll up his lover's side, dancing along ribs as they catch their breath. ]

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[ Swallowing to bite back any more embarrassing noises when Gamzee shifts around to lean on the wall, Dave moves after him and presses his cheek to a shoulder, panting as subtly as he can master. He buries a hand in slick curls that are all but gone now and wraps another arm around a waist, careful to avoid the dip of a spine and muscles around a backside.

It's not snuggling, it's a latent manner of slouching post-banging. Anyone would do the same.

It occurs to him that there's cold pizza in the apartment waiting for them and a smile ticks up at the corner of his mouth; getting to fuck Gamzee and having the food of kings to look forward to afterwards? Best day in a long time. ]

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[ Lulled into a half-doze as they prop up together for a few minutes, he eventually gets enough of a crick in his neck to straighten a little with the intention of rumbling out heading back to party-town on that sofa - never quite gets that far.

He can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Gamzee without his make-up, once fleetingly and only for a split second when he visited a little too early and the other man fled to the bathroom, presumably to wake up. Dave's never seen the ugly scars stretching across his face before in this much sharp relief, especially without the shadowing glaze of his sunglasses, and doesn't pretend not to be looking, the hand in Gamzee's hair skimming down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the ends of the scars. Dave knows something about needing to hide part of your face, only comfortable without his shades around a handful of people that now include the man draped in his arms.

The moment passes and he leans in to plant a soft kiss over the bridge of Gamzee's nose, peppering light pecks all the way over the bottle-tracks until he can feel the softness of a cheek alongside raw tough skin. ]

You better be ready for round two later.

[ - just in case Gamzee has any of the same issues Dave's already (mostly) worked through. Thinks he isn't attractive or that those marks lessen who he is somehow. Also because Dave really is going to jump his bones and hell, it's as good a time as any to be honest about it.

The hand on a smooth back sweeps upward between broad shoulders, Dave's breath lingering over the other man's lips. Red eyes remain slit, peering beneath clumpy lashes. ]

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[ There aren't many opportunities for kissing someone like he wants to. Girls get the patented smooth effect, a gloss of calculated moves designed to get them wet as fast as possible and with guys it's usually so fast that Dave hardly has to think about anything. Anxious about having crossed a line, he sinks into the soft kiss with no little measure of relief, dares to hold it just as it is for a few blissful seconds, catching a lower lip to savour.

He breaks it a second after his stomach does something weird, flips over inside, a sure-fire way of suggesting that he doesn't lapse too deeply into ... anything. ]

I'm gonna go get dressed, meet me back in there.

[ Since Gamzee likely wants some private time to clean up the rest. God damn it, there Dave goes again, kissing the corner of a tempting smile; he's a lost cause now. ]

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[ He isn't expecting that - this. Gave enough space for Gamzee to laugh and back off, Dave did everything a normal person would under the circumstances and how many manners are you supposed to exhibit after shoving your dick in a guy's ass?

He has the distinct impression that if he hadn't just come, he'd be getting hard just from the simple affection in Gamzee's kiss. It sparks heat low in his belly, reels Dave in until he forgets not to try and touch as much of him as possible, hip to chest without an inch of space between their slippery-hot bodies as his mind dissipates of focus save for the way their tongues wrap around each other warmly, knowing how to move just how Gamzee likes it and doing it on instinct. It's slow and fuck, it's loving. He wants to make him feel so good, inside and out.

Dave winds his arms around him and squeezes to press them as close as possible as the kiss widens, stealing his breath. He doesn't need it, he's sure, because he's already as light as air. God knows his only thought is Gamzee as all of his walls crumble and he returns the languid enthusiasm with achingly reverent attention to detail.

He never wants to stop kissing him because someone else might get a chance to, and that's suddenly unacceptable. ]

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[ It feels like standing on hot irons and not trusting himself not to fall over and get burned if the intimacy ends, all but clinging as their breaths mingle and the shaky sigh Gamzee releases paints over Dave's chin. Licking his lips to try and quell the tingling, he returns the smile hesitantly and lets it crinkle his eyes for once, broadening a moment later. ]

Fair's fair.

[ Since you took mine first. Nose to nose, he reluctantly tries to gather enough will to move. Somehow the cooling water means very little, even if he knows it'll soon be too unpleasant to bear, the sole reason he pecks all over a jaw-line to mask the way he actually gives a shit about Gamzee's comfort over such a mundane task as washing. ]

... 'Kay, I seriously have to get out of here before you run my water boiler into an icebox. [ Not that he moves much, outside of stealing another chaste kiss on the lips. ] Don't take too long or Di'Caprio might cry.

[ Glossing over the intensity of the moment. Filing it away so they can behave like normal human beings instead of puppies unable to wriggle off each other after tumbling down a hill. ]

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Like I'm the fatass here, Makara.

[ Snorting softly, he licks a line up Gamzee's prone throat (should know better) and pulls away with heavy finality, folding open the shower door only to pause on the other side once it's closed again. Taking up a towel, he leaves the bathroom and heads out to make himself presentable.

Annoyingly enough, it all feels like an intermission until he can get his hands back on Gamzee again. Needy bullshit, calm down. ]

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