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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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[ The hairs on the nape of his neck prickle when the other man gets closer, an arm curling loosely around low-slung hips to hook a thumb in the back-pocket of jeans. ]

Dick's already playing, hope you don't mind I put him on already.

[ One-handed, he takes the beers out of the fridge and unhooks a single, slouching against the counter with his body inclined to Gamzee; the clasps hisses and foam covers Dave's fingers, licked to save them any more misfortune. Slow suction, no rush. ]

Ain't missed much.

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[ Leaning against him, he raises the can in his hand and uses a bent knuckle to wipe off a dab of liquid from a painted lip, colour coming away with his fingers. ]

You won't start pining for your on-screen boyfriend?

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Just try not to jizz your shorts the second you see those blond locks rippling around the picture, s'all I'm asking.

[ Tugging on a belt-loop, he idly lets his hand skim over the curve of a cheek before heading into the lounge, all set to sink on that plush sofa in complete innocence. ]

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[ A smile slants his lips as he reclines with an arm hooked behind the sofa, eying Gamzee like he's straight out the mental clinic. ]

You really like your blonds, huh.

[ Feeling out waters, that's all. His knee rubs up against another, easy weight. ]

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[ He's never been so glad for his shades before, hiding the way his eyes flicker sideways to watch the hand on his thigh following the in-seam. Slouching further, he widens his legs.

Dave doesn't mind making both of them wait, it's a bittersweet ache building low in his gut. ]

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[ Lips twitch as he watches the screen ahead, caught between letting Gamzee tease him and putting his hand on his dick, jesus. Mentally cooling down, he turns that hand upside-down on his thigh and idly traces circles over the wrist, light and caressing to get those sensitive nerves shivering. ]

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[ He swallows reflexively when he feels lips ghost up his neck, trying to stem the resulting shiver and only digging his nails in around Gamzee's wrist instead. Heels press back against the sofa as his legs tense and Dave looks down at the painted face by his shoulder, brushing their lips in a series of not-kisses, noses bumping. ]

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[ His stomach concaves when that unexpected touch washes across, Dave's breath momentarily hitching in silence before he covers the mishap with a slow chaste kiss, barely giving back anything with a fluttering lick occasionally tracing the corners of lips. Light as a feather, hot and wet.

Nails rake over the inside of Gamzee's wrist, counterpointing the gentility, and his free hand curls between them to smooth the back of his knuckles along a jaw-line. Gay Chicken's evil twin, Cockerel Tease. ]

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[ There's nothing he can do about the way he hardens in his jeans, but he sure as hell tries to keep his hips firmly rooted without a single move and sinks his fingers behind an ear, grasping tightly to hold him near. That grin deserves a punishing nip, delivered without hurrying so the pain can set in as Dave eases back onto the sofa, forcing him to follow. ]

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[ To the dulcet tones of Di'Caprio, a hand slides down Gamzee's chest to split its fingers around the line of a similarly jean-clad cock, stroking experimentally to seek out the angle and knead a little more firmly over the head, giving him something to rub against. It's not as if Dave isn't doing the same thing, renouncing his ability to ignore getting pawed in the same moment he captures that kiss, keeping it as reserved as he can for now. Black curls spring up through his knuckles, soft and sensual. The way Dave parts his thighs to fit another pair in speaks for itself, almost as much as the lowered lashes slightly visible through his shades at such close range. ]

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[ There's something far more intimate about this slow progression, hot mouths parted together without kissing, silent save the occasional huff or quiet click of a gasp. Sliding his palm down a shoulder and waist he finds a home for it in the back pocket of Gamzee's jeans to drag his nails a little closer to skin, encouraging him to rock into the constant pressure rubbing up and down, feeling out how he gradually hardens.

He licks his own lips, hips shuddering when a particularly potent jolt of pleasure seizes his dick just so in that broad grip. Chin tipping up of its own accord, he closes his eyes and rocks harder to duplicate the sensation, grinding a furrow into the sofa with a shifting ass. ]

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[ A strangled ah escapes him when he basks under Gamzee's hands and mouth, tongue flicking out to taste painted lips without needing to raise his head; doesn't want to come off demanding. There isn't enough direct contact to make him feel anything other than aroused and frustrated, giving up palming a trapped erection to grip the belt-loops either sip of low-slung hips.

Dragging Gamzee down, Dave grinds up and presses a relieved sigh into a jaw-line, shivering as he moves directly against matching hardness, knees pulled up to cradle a pair of hips and keep Gamzee where he wants him. ]

Move. [ Rasping slightly, he keeps his grip on a belt and undulates slowly with lashes fluttering closed behind protective shades. ] Move like you want to fuck.

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Mm.

[ That would be a No, lips pressing into a thin line as he nuzzles a temple and arches up, rolling willingly against that forceful thrust. Screw saying please, he hasn't even started on his arsenal yet. ]

You want me dancing on your dick later, you better show me your moves now. Might get bored.

[ Fingertips skirt along a navel, barely ghosting through downy dark hairs leading to the waistband of boxers. ]