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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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[ 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. ]

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[ Every limb curls itself around Gamzee instinctively, holding on when he finds his groove and letting Dave meet those thrusts with his own, the frottage too good and not enough as they find a rhythm and for several blissful minutes get to ride it out, literally in his case. Panting shallowly, his breath is knocked out of him with Gamzee's every earnest attempt to fuck his partner right into the lumpy cushioning.

The teeth on his ear make him whine, low and long, claw with painstaking care and control around a waist as an annoying t-shirt is shoved up to expose more of that caramel-tanned skin. A laughs works itself free when Gamzee pauses to do away with the fastenings on Dave's jeans, elbows shoving back into the couch to help him bend his knees out of the trouser-legs. The air hits his bare thighs and calves, ironically themed boxers today sporting the Joker. So, he dressed for the occasion; any gent would. ]

Whatever you want, man.

[ And then he's sitting up, kissing all over the side of Gamzee's neck to taste that delicious skin once again with thighs splayed over bent legs. ]

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[ Warm breaths huff against a damp throat as Dave drapes an arm over Gamzee's shoulders, enjoying the casual friction and the freedom of growing hard without jeans pinning down a protesting dick. Laughing quietly, he gives a shrug and nips an earlobe, palm sliding up under the hem of a shirt to feel the planes of a broad chest, the scant hairs over shapely musculature. ]

You can try, it'll be a miracle with - [ Glancing to the clock on the wall, he smirks. ] - ten minutes to go.

[ Tugging on that shirt, he decides he wants it off, now, and his hands all over Gamzee's body as soon as possible. ]

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[ He makes a bruised mess of Gamzee's ear, nipping until he's lowered back and gets the lovely view of a self-confident grin. The way Dave arches immediately, as lips skirt his boxers and the stiff cock trapped beneath, is less than controlled, thighs tensing even as they fall open to let that mouth get closer.

Sighing, he tips his hips up to feel more of those caresses across the tip, a damp spot broadening against cotton as Dave licks dry lips. ]

Whenever's good f-for you. Ah, fuck.

[ One squirming Strider on a silver platter, coming right up. ]

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[ The shivering only becomes more pronounced the longer he's bathed in careful attention, loving licks and suckling wet patches all he registers whenever his eyes close and he's left imagining what Gamzee looks like down there; feeling him lavish stiff flesh with a wicked tongue, live and hot and fucking squirming, drags out hollow groans from the pit of his lungs. The moment his boxers are divested and he gets skin on skin contact, Dave yanks off his shades to drop them safely on the floor and rakes a hand back through tousled blond locks, the other clamping on the back of the sofa.

Fuck, yes, that's ... ah! God - Whimpers spill free and he doesn't feel in the slightest ashamed; any man that could take a pretty mouth on his dick and firm fingers letting him thrust into a strong hand is an impossible call. ]

Like that, yeah, just lightly with your mouth ... a tight gri - nngh! [ Gasping, he squints down bare-faced, striping precome from the slit over a full lip. The noises Gamzee makes are incredible and deserve a reward, not only a smile. ] You're so good at that, babe, no one sucks like you. Slicker than a woman, swear to God. Tell me, how bad do you wanna get your dick wet in this?

[ Arching up his hips, he stretches out like a cat, muscles shifting. An entirely willing lay, basking in sensual gratification and eager to give some back, rough voice downplaying his interest to directly contrast a smirk. ]

Fuck me hard and fast till the pizza arrives, then go get it. [ Filthy, filthy ideas ... ] Come back and slide right on back in, pick up where you left off, Makara, how'd you like that? Screwin' about all night, no rush. Spread these legs whenever you feel the itch.

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[ There's no way he's going to be able to hold off coming the longer Gamzee worships him from the cock up, balls drawing close to his body as his dick gets wetter, hot hard flesh running all over the soft walls of cheeks and an impossibly tight rippling throat, thrusting shallowly as Gamzee does the rest of the work. ]

Augh - !

[ Cursing in rapid fluidity, his mouth hangs open for those wandering fingers and he suckles on them eagerly, mimicking his own experience. Sucking harder here, fluttering his tongue around the pads of fingers as if to tease the slit where they join, reddened lips glistening. Swollen. So fucking ready to come that he can't give any other warning than a brief moan, beginning to tense. Ah, ah ... Soon, seconds even, if Gamzee never stops then Dave will let him do whatever he wants, Please.

He'll never admit to begging, but he does. Thin and reedy. ]

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[ Steadily, his hips lose any semblance of rhythm and he thrusts to his own heartbeat, throat arching and toes curling. One, two, three, and he tugs back on a crown of black curls to aim, ribbons of white streaking over that sinfully blushing pair of lips. Searing his mark across gorgeous cheekbones, drips clinging to Gamzee's hair when Dave bucks to change the angle and coat his way down a throat ...

Forces himself to watch as much as he can, because Gamzee looks ... ]

Perfect.

[ Panting, his hands drop to his sides and Dave relaxes bonelessly, soft high noises filtering out on every other satisfied moan. ]

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[ He almost feels tempted to drift off into a doze with that heavy weight on his stomach, but then it's in his nature to nip the fingers skirting his mouth and wake up as a result. Sighing, he eases onto his elbows and leans over the side of the couch for his jeans, coming up trumps with a tissue. ]

You're such a whiny bitch.

[ Cleaning off the mess in delicate swipes, he drops the used wad on the floor and leans up to kiss him on the mouth, slow and fond as Dave's fingers sink into lovely addictive hair. ]

All better now?

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[ He watches Gamzee sprawl on his floor like a sun-soaked panther, all long limbs and shifting muscles bunched inside swathes of tanned skin. Dave sits up, ready to join him -

Ding-Dong.

And then the doorbell interrupts and a grin cuts across his face. ]

Guess you'll have to put up with it for a minute or two.

[ Tugging on his jeans, he doesn't bother zipping them and saunters with post-coital grace over his lover to pick up a bunch of notes on the kitchenette counter. Putting his back to Gamzee reluctantly, he answers the door. ]

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[ Needless to say, he tips the delivery guy generously when he tries to peer around Dave for the source of those wanton moans, all but hustling him out once the pizzas are balanced under an arm. Locking the door, he tosses the boxes on the kitchen counter and opens one up, eyes on Gamzee as Dave munches through a slice of meat-feast, piping hot sauces burning into his lips and down his throat. ]

Can't even wait two minutes? [ He stands over Gamzee with one foot either side of his hips and continues eating, enjoying the lewd sight beneath him. Deliberately, he purrs out; ] Don't mind me, get a grip on the situation.

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[ A nonchalant shrug and he sinks to a knee between Gamzee's spread legs, licking an oily hand clean and using the other to tug down those annoying boxers, freeing a tall cock that looks equally as desperate to feel the clammy apartment air. He's careful about it, eases the elastic down without snagging anything one-handed, tosses away the offending article. ]

Could be better, though. Don't you think?

[ Just to give him a hint of his intentions, he turns his head sideways to kiss the inside of a bare thigh; the heat of the pizza burns across the thin skin, a red mark warming instantly when he sucks with a mouth twice as hot as normal. ]