TG: sup
TG: cant answer since im off doing my own thing right now so leave a message
TG: tz this isnt where you get to hang out all day and hump my cherry sweet words like a color addict on a crack fix get out and stop licking this entry already girl
TG: later
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Letting Gamzee have free reign of his embarrassingly stiff erection, all inhibitions drift away. Two fingers lazily slide down his chest to skirt lower, scissoring the lube-slick base of Gamzee's cock on each re-entry because it's not enough just to feel like he's slowly being ripped apart in the best way, he has to have more. Everything.
Greedy, high-pitched keens fill up the room as his head tips back, laced with Gamzee's name. ]
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[ A mess under all the attention he's given, he clutches a forearm to hold him close, not wanting that mouth and all the lovely filth that spills out of it to end. Unable to twist his hips back onto Gamzee and up into that too-fast-not-enough hand, he pushes a kiss into dark hair and snaps his hips down faster, encouraging Gamzee to let go of his control, rapidly losing his strength as his knees numb.
Grasping at shoulders anew, he tugs and whispers for him to fuck me into the couch cmon, suckles a lower lip and captures it in a kiss. aint doing this the once let me feel you flip out bro.
The kiss over his heart pulls free a quiet sob, bitten back a moment too late as nails rake over the same area of Gamzee's chest trying to sink in and grab hold. ]
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A hissed fffffuck rips from his throat when Gamzee sinks back in, pries him open and gets treated to writhing hips for his efforts. Draping an arm over a shoulder, he kneads a scalp of soft hair and uses the other to skim down a tall chest, seeking out the subtle dips defined by wiry muscles beneath. ]
You gotta do the sa - aaugh, shit, Gamz - hah!
[ Fingers and toes curl when he moves, an unrelenting force of nature Dave willingly lets pin him with cruel-smart hips and what feels like the hardest dick in existence shunting him further into the cushioning, unerringly rubbing right over a swollen, aching prostate. Moaning yes, yeah, god, he's no doormat just because of the new position and actively fucks down onto the other man, a hand slapping behind his head to grasp the arm-rest for purchase. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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But holy shit, it's intimate in a way he didn't consider when he did it to Gamzee in the shower. The position, perhaps? That come isn't going anywhere fast. As Gamzee nuzzles his way over him, Dave automatically draws him into a hug and dapples kisses along his hair-line, heels easing off thighs to remain splayed on the sofa, either side of the man still buried and softening inside.
He likes it. This ... mark, or whatever it is. ]
... So, how was it for you?
[ Voice rough and weak, he kisses him with a tenderness that sets off the very last alarm bell in his head doomed to being ignored. Dangerous thoughts can be dealt with later, Dave's in too much of an airy mood to care right now.
He likes belonging to Gamzee in this moment, even if it's fleeting. ]
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Yeah, let me.
[ Taking the towel off him, he creakily leans up on an elbow and kisses under Gamzee's jaw to try and tactfully angle his gaze away from between Dave's legs, swiping away slickness as he holds in the come. He's not just going to let it out, ears burning in embarrassment that definitely isn't cool and is self-conscious in the extreme. He isn't sure if he can walk to the bathroom yet.
He isn't sure if he didn't fall apart at the seams. ]
Gimme, uh. Just a couple of minutes, gettin' my head together.
[ Slouching to one side against Gamzee to avoid putting pressure on one very sore backside. ]
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[ It's muttered without ire, a token quip as he wraps the towel around his waist and sinks in between Gamzee and the back of the cushioning. Exhausted, he absently nuzzles his way into the crook of a neck and closes his eyes, yawning widely.
As wordy as he usually is, Dave's unusually quiet (for him) and barely skims a thumb back and forth over Gamzee's chest as the rest of his hand there remains stationary. Thinking, or trying to. ]
You staying the night? [ Hopefully; in reality, his tone is blank of any such hint. ] Bed's kind of shitty but it's big.
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[ Silence falls and he has to turn a soft noise in the back of his throat into clearing it, eyelashes fluttering half-open. It's comfortable and warm here, the film's been on the title screen for a while and there's only crappy background music in his ears on repeat.
Tracing the line of Gamzee's jaw, he leans over a couple of inches and kisses a calming pulse, nose pressing against the warmth of a love-bitten stubble-laden curve. ]
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And then Dave goes to have another shower, because as much as he's having feelings over Gamzee, he doesn't want to live his life leaking come like some faulty sex pinata. ]