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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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[ 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. ]

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Look at this, you're having a learning day.

[ The agonised sob that reels into pleasured whines is music to his ears and Dave licks up to the join of a thigh with his heated tongue, tracing his name closer and closer to a stiff cock. His wet lips skim the length from base to tip as he cradles Gamzee's already warm organ and when Dave gives a small smirk before sucking slickly on the head, that's the only warning he cares to give; the wet noises are lewd and loud in the apartment, almost eclipsing the steady hum that purrs in the back of his throat the lower he progresses, up and down, down, down ... ]

Mmmm -

[ Meeting his own fist half-way, he swallows and the muscles in his throat ripple softly, trying to suck the come right out of the splayed man on the floor. There's no end to the sticky-hot saliva raised in temperature by his brief snack and he aims to imitate the tightness of a woman wet as an ocean for his lover. ]

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[ If Gamzee thinks Dave can't take what he has to give, he's here to dispel that assumption. Nails bite into the backs of thighs, dragging up to clutch at a firm ass, and he bobs his head insistently to try and coax him to move, thrust, fuck that obliging mouth like he needs to. Dave wants to feel Gamzee let go, at least ... for a while. He has other plans for them both, this won't be the end. ]

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[ Concentrating on keeping his jaw slack and throat open, a slippery finger traces the sliver of skin beneath balls just before circling lightly over the entrance to Gamzee's body, massaging back and forth to get him used to the pressure there. Dave's well on the way to being hard again, as strained and acute as the pleasure build-up is this time. Hips buckle whenever Gamzee makes an unrestrained noise, wanting to take and be taken without any order to it. Still, he teases him, humming almost thoughtfully when he feels the thick vein on the underside rest on his tongue, supplying a wealth of constant, intense vibration. ]