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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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ As if having a hard cock in his mouth isn't enough to get him hard all over again, Dave repays the favour by sinking the straying finger over Gamzee's entrance all the way in, slender and crooked as he pumps in and out to ease the glide, pink lips swollen as he suckles on a sticky crown. Wet and wriggling, he rubs Gamzee's soft raw walls to find the little spot a couple of inches in that will drag out the best reaction, red eyes intent on the other man's face as Dave peers up. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? [ Transferring his mouth to a stomach in order to catch his breath, he strokes Gamzee firmly and buries in another finger, fucking him to the same constant tempo of his hand. ] But you're wrong, I'm not screwing you here.
[ Knuckles twist and he thrusts inside that willing body to hold the position of his fingers, thumb rubbing insistently under the crown of a slick cock. ]
Get your ass to the shower.
[ And then he pulls away, rising to his feet to head there himself. ]
[ Jeans already kicked to a corner, he rakes through Gamzee's hair and attacks his throat with less than gentle bites, clutching at a waist to drag him into the warm hissing fount of the shower. It's narrow and not really meant for more than one person, but that just means it's easier to touch the other man each time either of them moves.
Blond hair plasters around his face, clogs Dave's eyelashes, and he drags down those annoyingly damp boxers to get a grip around Gamzee's dick again, stroking tersely without prelude, squeezes turning just shy of painful in his insistence. ]
[ The steady glare Gamzee gets for clamping his hand on Dave's face burns, not only because of the bright red irises. He scratches down ribs when teeth sink into the muscle of his shoulder, pain and pleasure sparking instantly. Low groans echo loudly in the steamy glass prison, unable to rock his hips with such a forceful grip pinning him back against the tiles but not about to complain. Tipping his head to the side, he tries to draw blood while scoring his nails down the slope of Gamzee's spine, hissing with each twitch his cock gives against a squashing stomach. ]
Pussy ...
[ A feral grin sweeps into being, Dave licking the shell of an ear with horribly contrasting tenderness. ]
[ Stretching under that wicked mouth, he runs hungry touches down Gamzee's naked body to drink him in, mouth parted when words are poured into him. Water runs down his face from the spattering fount nearby, dripping over a tongue. A thin whine rises up as he's teased and he makes the split decision then and there to get his mouth back on the other man to shut up all those wiseass replies.
But he doesn't move, grinding up slowly into that unforgiving hand. ]
Cocky as shit, ain't he?
[ Beta Dave runs his slippery hands down Gamzee's back and presses in, effectively creating a stoner sandwich. The Alpha's smile flickers back into life and he immediately sucks on one side of a neck while his future-self goes for the other, legs brushing in and out of Gamzee's as four hands ripple over his shoulders, chest and thighs, one cupping his balls as another strokes. Lost in the methodical confusion. ]
Yeah. [ Facing Gamzee, the Alpha nips an earlobe as he replies to himself. ] Won't get any quieter either.
[ Skull thumping back as he's given the sweetest, tightest fist to fuck, he catches Beta Dave's eye and gives a nod. ]
Who the fuck - ffffuck - says you're not getting boned still, Makara?
[ The Beta snatches for Gamzee's wrist to plant his hands on the wall at the same moment Dave gives a wriggle and flash-ducks to the side, a brief conversation taking place.
Keep his hands down.
You got his hips?
Yeah, just suck him while I get this ass ready to be plundered.
[ Kissing a shoulder, Alpha Dave pours (fuck it, fruit scented) conditioner between a pair of ass-cheeks, rubbing in the slippery purple mess until his fingers are as familiar with Gamzee as ever they were on the floor of the apartment earlier. Fucking him tediously enough to let the Beta suckle a flushed cock and find his rhythm, he licks a long line down a tall back. ]
Be as loud as you want, bro. [ A nip. ] We understand.
[ He gives no warning before he nudges the soft heat of his cockhead past the initial ring of resistance, thrusting in at the same angle he remembers fingering. ]
Fuck you. [ Which is the idea, but it comes out as a breathy curse, hips grasped by the Alpha's hands as the Beta fondles Gamzee's balls, smooths a second palm up a clenching stomach. ] Gonna take you slow later, make you scream.
[ For now it's all he can do to plant his heels flat and pick up the tempo of his own heart-beat, fast and hard with slick gel making it that much easier to get as deep as he wants, swearing constantly in a stream against Gamzee's shoulder. Grunting through clenched teeth, he makes no bones about doing this rough and sudden, wanting to feel those spasms as the blood in his ears matches the rush of the water. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit - Gamzee, ah ...
[ An Alpha hand yanks back dark sodden curls to expose a throat, moans muffling on the join over a lashing tongue. Just like that, bitch, you like that don't you, baby. ]
So good. [ A moan rises from below in agreement, Beta Dave jerking off on his knees as his throat gives around a hard length, vibrations rippling through the erect organ to match those on Gamzee's neck. ] Don't let him come, not yet. Shit, he's so tight.
[ And that's when Beta fingers encircle the base of the cock rubbing his tonsils raw, squeezing in denial. ]
[ Panting as he pulls Gamzee back and grinds in, barely thrusting, he cups under a chin and brushes fingertips over plush lips, red eyes glazed with lust as Beta Dave below tongues a weeping slit. ]
Nah, you ask for it. [ Wincing as his throat's bitten, he slaps the outside of a thigh in punishment. They're both so dominant in bed that this is half the thrill, seeing who fights their way to the top of ego-mountain every time. Gamzee is never boring. ] Say please, let me see those pretty lips of yours wrap around my name.
[ Later is later and he'll deal with those arousing threats when they swing around; right now, Dave's got all the power and time in the world, plus his dick rammed so far up that hot ass he can feel a pelvis resting on his iliac muscles. ]
Just say it, babe - [ Slow circles, rubbing against that little bundle of nerves that ruins motor functions. ] - moan for me, you fucking bitch.
[ Whispering it over a temple, he gives a rough shove and drags that ass back to plaster his weight over Gamzee and piston in, driving him closer and closer to the wall and it's lucky Beta Dave seems to anticipate this because he's gripping Gamzee's thighs to make sure he doesn't get clenched in between. He supports his other self, letting Dave bury himself balls-deep as slick noises echo over the too-hot spray.
He does fuck him then, bends him over and loses all care or sensuality; grips wet clumps of black hair and tugs back so he can see that face on every jarring thrust. ]
[ Scowling, he runs a hand up Gamzee's chest and covers him from hip to shoulder. hot and heavy with each pendulous swing to chase that incredible connection. Something twists in the pit of his stomach at being mocked and he digs his nails in over a heart, choosing to hold Gamzee steady there against each bracing thrust. Thankfully, Beta Dave seems to know how important it is to help support them. ]
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[ Knuckles twist and he thrusts inside that willing body to hold the position of his fingers, thumb rubbing insistently under the crown of a slick cock. ]
Get your ass to the shower.
[ And then he pulls away, rising to his feet to head there himself. ]
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Blond hair plasters around his face, clogs Dave's eyelashes, and he drags down those annoyingly damp boxers to get a grip around Gamzee's dick again, stroking tersely without prelude, squeezes turning just shy of painful in his insistence. ]
Get the fuck in here already.
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Pussy ...
[ A feral grin sweeps into being, Dave licking the shell of an ear with horribly contrasting tenderness. ]
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But he doesn't move, grinding up slowly into that unforgiving hand. ]
Cocky as shit, ain't he?
[ Beta Dave runs his slippery hands down Gamzee's back and presses in, effectively creating a stoner sandwich. The Alpha's smile flickers back into life and he immediately sucks on one side of a neck while his future-self goes for the other, legs brushing in and out of Gamzee's as four hands ripple over his shoulders, chest and thighs, one cupping his balls as another strokes. Lost in the methodical confusion. ]
Yeah. [ Facing Gamzee, the Alpha nips an earlobe as he replies to himself. ] Won't get any quieter either.
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Who the fuck - ffffuck - says you're not getting boned still, Makara?
[ The Beta snatches for Gamzee's wrist to plant his hands on the wall at the same moment Dave gives a wriggle and flash-ducks to the side, a brief conversation taking place.
Keep his hands down.
You got his hips?
Yeah, just suck him while I get this ass ready to be plundered.
No problem, already had my turn. ]
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[ Kissing a shoulder, Alpha Dave pours (fuck it, fruit scented) conditioner between a pair of ass-cheeks, rubbing in the slippery purple mess until his fingers are as familiar with Gamzee as ever they were on the floor of the apartment earlier. Fucking him tediously enough to let the Beta suckle a flushed cock and find his rhythm, he licks a long line down a tall back. ]
Be as loud as you want, bro. [ A nip. ] We understand.
[ He gives no warning before he nudges the soft heat of his cockhead past the initial ring of resistance, thrusting in at the same angle he remembers fingering. ]
Fuck ...
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[ For now it's all he can do to plant his heels flat and pick up the tempo of his own heart-beat, fast and hard with slick gel making it that much easier to get as deep as he wants, swearing constantly in a stream against Gamzee's shoulder. Grunting through clenched teeth, he makes no bones about doing this rough and sudden, wanting to feel those spasms as the blood in his ears matches the rush of the water. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit - Gamzee, ah ...
[ An Alpha hand yanks back dark sodden curls to expose a throat, moans muffling on the join over a lashing tongue. Just like that, bitch, you like that don't you, baby. ]
So good. [ A moan rises from below in agreement, Beta Dave jerking off on his knees as his throat gives around a hard length, vibrations rippling through the erect organ to match those on Gamzee's neck. ] Don't let him come, not yet. Shit, he's so tight.
[ And that's when Beta fingers encircle the base of the cock rubbing his tonsils raw, squeezing in denial. ]
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Nah, you ask for it. [ Wincing as his throat's bitten, he slaps the outside of a thigh in punishment. They're both so dominant in bed that this is half the thrill, seeing who fights their way to the top of ego-mountain every time. Gamzee is never boring. ] Say please, let me see those pretty lips of yours wrap around my name.
[ Later is later and he'll deal with those arousing threats when they swing around; right now, Dave's got all the power and time in the world, plus his dick rammed so far up that hot ass he can feel a pelvis resting on his iliac muscles. ]
Just say it, babe - [ Slow circles, rubbing against that little bundle of nerves that ruins motor functions. ] - moan for me, you fucking bitch.
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[ Whispering it over a temple, he gives a rough shove and drags that ass back to plaster his weight over Gamzee and piston in, driving him closer and closer to the wall and it's lucky Beta Dave seems to anticipate this because he's gripping Gamzee's thighs to make sure he doesn't get clenched in between. He supports his other self, letting Dave bury himself balls-deep as slick noises echo over the too-hot spray.
He does fuck him then, bends him over and loses all care or sensuality; grips wet clumps of black hair and tugs back so he can see that face on every jarring thrust. ]
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[ Scowling, he runs a hand up Gamzee's chest and covers him from hip to shoulder. hot and heavy with each pendulous swing to chase that incredible connection. Something twists in the pit of his stomach at being mocked and he digs his nails in over a heart, choosing to hold Gamzee steady there against each bracing thrust. Thankfully, Beta Dave seems to know how important it is to help support them. ]
Want me to leave?
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