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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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[ 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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[ Sloe-eyes watch Gamzee come, hands feel it in the reverberations through his chest, but the most poignant moment of all of this is when heat scalds a swollen passage and Dave's voice cracks on a leftover whine, turning his head aside in dual fascination (hot spurts repeatedly filling him up, the urge to squirm not even conscious) and arousal (feels better than expected, maybe because of who it belongs to). He's never been fucked without getting the other guy to wear rubber before, assumed that Gamzee might have pulled out, but ... well, no, didn't want him to.

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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[ Jesus, that's - that's so fucking ... ]

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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Wonder whose fault that is.

[ 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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Genuine five-star set-up you've stumbled into here, can't blame you for crashing.

[ 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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[ He doesn't have the luxury of weed in his system and finds himself too full of aches to sleep, resting a while as Gamzee slips off. When Dave's sure he's gone, off to the land of nod and definitely nowhere blindingly purple in nature, he eases up off the sofa and pauses to crouch down (winces when something wet trickles down the inside of his thigh under the towel) brush back springy curls and plant a kiss on the height of a cheek-bone.

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. ]