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
[ Lulled into a half-doze as they prop up together for a few minutes, he eventually gets enough of a crick in his neck to straighten a little with the intention of rumbling out heading back to party-town on that sofa - never quite gets that far.
He can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Gamzee without his make-up, once fleetingly and only for a split second when he visited a little too early and the other man fled to the bathroom, presumably to wake up. Dave's never seen the ugly scars stretching across his face before in this much sharp relief, especially without the shadowing glaze of his sunglasses, and doesn't pretend not to be looking, the hand in Gamzee's hair skimming down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the ends of the scars. Dave knows something about needing to hide part of your face, only comfortable without his shades around a handful of people that now include the man draped in his arms.
The moment passes and he leans in to plant a soft kiss over the bridge of Gamzee's nose, peppering light pecks all the way over the bottle-tracks until he can feel the softness of a cheek alongside raw tough skin. ]
You better be ready for round two later.
[ - just in case Gamzee has any of the same issues Dave's already (mostly) worked through. Thinks he isn't attractive or that those marks lessen who he is somehow. Also because Dave really is going to jump his bones and hell, it's as good a time as any to be honest about it.
The hand on a smooth back sweeps upward between broad shoulders, Dave's breath lingering over the other man's lips. Red eyes remain slit, peering beneath clumpy lashes. ]
[ There aren't many opportunities for kissing someone like he wants to. Girls get the patented smooth effect, a gloss of calculated moves designed to get them wet as fast as possible and with guys it's usually so fast that Dave hardly has to think about anything. Anxious about having crossed a line, he sinks into the soft kiss with no little measure of relief, dares to hold it just as it is for a few blissful seconds, catching a lower lip to savour.
He breaks it a second after his stomach does something weird, flips over inside, a sure-fire way of suggesting that he doesn't lapse too deeply into ... anything. ]
I'm gonna go get dressed, meet me back in there.
[ Since Gamzee likely wants some private time to clean up the rest. God damn it, there Dave goes again, kissing the corner of a tempting smile; he's a lost cause now. ]
[ He isn't expecting that - this. Gave enough space for Gamzee to laugh and back off, Dave did everything a normal person would under the circumstances and how many manners are you supposed to exhibit after shoving your dick in a guy's ass?
He has the distinct impression that if he hadn't just come, he'd be getting hard just from the simple affection in Gamzee's kiss. It sparks heat low in his belly, reels Dave in until he forgets not to try and touch as much of him as possible, hip to chest without an inch of space between their slippery-hot bodies as his mind dissipates of focus save for the way their tongues wrap around each other warmly, knowing how to move just how Gamzee likes it and doing it on instinct. It's slow and fuck, it's loving. He wants to make him feel so good, inside and out.
Dave winds his arms around him and squeezes to press them as close as possible as the kiss widens, stealing his breath. He doesn't need it, he's sure, because he's already as light as air. God knows his only thought is Gamzee as all of his walls crumble and he returns the languid enthusiasm with achingly reverent attention to detail.
He never wants to stop kissing him because someone else might get a chance to, and that's suddenly unacceptable. ]
[ It feels like standing on hot irons and not trusting himself not to fall over and get burned if the intimacy ends, all but clinging as their breaths mingle and the shaky sigh Gamzee releases paints over Dave's chin. Licking his lips to try and quell the tingling, he returns the smile hesitantly and lets it crinkle his eyes for once, broadening a moment later. ]
Fair's fair.
[ Since you took mine first. Nose to nose, he reluctantly tries to gather enough will to move. Somehow the cooling water means very little, even if he knows it'll soon be too unpleasant to bear, the sole reason he pecks all over a jaw-line to mask the way he actually gives a shit about Gamzee's comfort over such a mundane task as washing. ]
... 'Kay, I seriously have to get out of here before you run my water boiler into an icebox. [ Not that he moves much, outside of stealing another chaste kiss on the lips. ] Don't take too long or Di'Caprio might cry.
[ Glossing over the intensity of the moment. Filing it away so they can behave like normal human beings instead of puppies unable to wriggle off each other after tumbling down a hill. ]
[ Snorting softly, he licks a line up Gamzee's prone throat (should know better) and pulls away with heavy finality, folding open the shower door only to pause on the other side once it's closed again. Taking up a towel, he leaves the bathroom and heads out to make himself presentable.
Annoyingly enough, it all feels like an intermission until he can get his hands back on Gamzee again. Needy bullshit, calm down. ]
[ Back on the sofa, just like he said he would be, Dave lounges against one of the arm-rests and tries to insist to himself he's watching some snooty broad having dinner on the Titanic, unable to focus on a single line.
Hair blow-dried and combed, he's only sprayed deodorant to make sure the scent of sex is gone. No other reason. Just like he's put on a clean long-sleeved top for the sheer fact it's comfortable (slightly too tapered around the waist and hips) over his jeans. Who cares if it's the same deep plum as Gamzee's eyes? Total coincidence.
More than half the pizza remains, his appetite ravenous but from fucking nowhere he's conscious that Gamzee's going to be hungry too and it's a dick move to stuff his face first. The pile of clothes on the table next to the pizza box belongs to the absent man, not a single effort made to take them to him.
He looks up when he hears the bathroom door close, then back to the tv, which he doesn't see through his sunglasses. For once. ]
[ Eyes on the screen, he tries to keep them there as Gamzee walks in and absolutely magnetizes his attention while doing precisely nothing. Red eyes flicker sideways, taking in lean legs and hips that taste wonderful, switching back as he tries to give him some small measure of privacy. ]
Nothing much. You good or d'you need to dry off some more?
[ Once those jeans are on, he runs a hand up the back of a calf and rests it behind a knee loosely. Inviting and reassuring with that one touch that Gamzee's still welcome to be as physical as he likes.
He doesn't feel like he's being very cool, as much as he's vying for it. ]
[ Carelessly shrugging, he nudges up Gamzee's arm and slouches against him, putting the opened box of pizza on his lap. He's far too sexy to be handing out compliments, the penalty can be providing a table. Best logic.
Draping an arm over Gamzee's lap with the remote control, he takes a slice and chomps away, the back of his head comfortably ensconced in the curve of a neck as if he does this all the time. Shit, he just boned the guy in the shower, relaxing in front of a movie shouldn't be anywhere near as exciting. ]
[ Almost cute, except they're two grown men and this is all done for the irony. Even when Dave slides an arm around Gamzee's shoulders and kneels on one leg to get close enough to clean that cheek with his tongue - that's just messing around. Pratting about.
There's no excuse for the way he takes it as an excuse to slip into kissing him again.
Let me know when you hit the ground after you fall for me.
[ Laughing under his breath as he pushes the pizza box to one side, Dave combs away that damp mop of hair and settles a leg either side of Gamzee's hips, sitting on him the only way to devote all his attention to those light kisses plucking away. The hands on his back have him sliding in snugly before he even knows it, too mindful of tracing circles on the back of a neck to bother caring where his suddenly weightless guts have gone.
His own lashes drift to half-mast, only partially observing the handsome face of the other man between exploratory, inquisitive kisses. ]
[ It's vaguely frightening, wanting to cover every patch of Gamzee's skin in kisses and bolt the door until he screams again with ecstasy, wanting to hear him moaning and pleading like Dave knows he just fucking won't, not without the battle to end the war. Which will never happen, they're too alike to give in to such a degree.
But he wants and wants and wants, a muffled sigh ghosting into the hot mouth on offer as it plunders his own, hands spreading down between Gamzee's shoulders to try and draw him in closer, raking back up when Dave repays that nip. Ruffling still-damp locks. Breathing becomes an after-thought tailored around licking in long sweeps, given over to let Gamzee taste as much as he wants.
Dave's going to get fucked at some point this evening, the issue isn't if; it's how long he can draw out the addictive make-outs until he does. ]
[ It's not even a conscious decision to start riding him, it comes naturally enough when his dick twitches and the need to grind against equal hardness over-powers rational thought. Like he shouldn't be getting stiff this easily, just from a few sloppy kisses. He's not some dumbass kid and can hold his own. It might be the fault of the shaky fire igniting his veins that agrees let him fuck you let him do it oh god let him and Dave can't disagree, wonders if he'd come off too needy if he hauled Gamzee's dick out of his jeans and sank down on it right then and there -
Groaning low in his throat, he breaks from the kiss to mouth his way along a jaw-line, sinking a sharp tooth into the shell of an ear and sucking hard. Hands fan up under Gamzee's top to seek out skin, groping shamelessly all over as he breathes down a neck. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen Gamzee without his make-up, once fleetingly and only for a split second when he visited a little too early and the other man fled to the bathroom, presumably to wake up. Dave's never seen the ugly scars stretching across his face before in this much sharp relief, especially without the shadowing glaze of his sunglasses, and doesn't pretend not to be looking, the hand in Gamzee's hair skimming down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the ends of the scars. Dave knows something about needing to hide part of your face, only comfortable without his shades around a handful of people that now include the man draped in his arms.
The moment passes and he leans in to plant a soft kiss over the bridge of Gamzee's nose, peppering light pecks all the way over the bottle-tracks until he can feel the softness of a cheek alongside raw tough skin. ]
You better be ready for round two later.
[ - just in case Gamzee has any of the same issues Dave's already (mostly) worked through. Thinks he isn't attractive or that those marks lessen who he is somehow. Also because Dave really is going to jump his bones and hell, it's as good a time as any to be honest about it.
The hand on a smooth back sweeps upward between broad shoulders, Dave's breath lingering over the other man's lips. Red eyes remain slit, peering beneath clumpy lashes. ]
no subject
He breaks it a second after his stomach does something weird, flips over inside, a sure-fire way of suggesting that he doesn't lapse too deeply into ... anything. ]
I'm gonna go get dressed, meet me back in there.
[ Since Gamzee likely wants some private time to clean up the rest. God damn it, there Dave goes again, kissing the corner of a tempting smile; he's a lost cause now. ]
no subject
He has the distinct impression that if he hadn't just come, he'd be getting hard just from the simple affection in Gamzee's kiss. It sparks heat low in his belly, reels Dave in until he forgets not to try and touch as much of him as possible, hip to chest without an inch of space between their slippery-hot bodies as his mind dissipates of focus save for the way their tongues wrap around each other warmly, knowing how to move just how Gamzee likes it and doing it on instinct. It's slow and fuck, it's loving. He wants to make him feel so good, inside and out.
Dave winds his arms around him and squeezes to press them as close as possible as the kiss widens, stealing his breath. He doesn't need it, he's sure, because he's already as light as air. God knows his only thought is Gamzee as all of his walls crumble and he returns the languid enthusiasm with achingly reverent attention to detail.
He never wants to stop kissing him because someone else might get a chance to, and that's suddenly unacceptable. ]
no subject
Fair's fair.
[ Since you took mine first. Nose to nose, he reluctantly tries to gather enough will to move. Somehow the cooling water means very little, even if he knows it'll soon be too unpleasant to bear, the sole reason he pecks all over a jaw-line to mask the way he actually gives a shit about Gamzee's comfort over such a mundane task as washing. ]
... 'Kay, I seriously have to get out of here before you run my water boiler into an icebox. [ Not that he moves much, outside of stealing another chaste kiss on the lips. ] Don't take too long or Di'Caprio might cry.
[ Glossing over the intensity of the moment. Filing it away so they can behave like normal human beings instead of puppies unable to wriggle off each other after tumbling down a hill. ]
no subject
[ Snorting softly, he licks a line up Gamzee's prone throat (should know better) and pulls away with heavy finality, folding open the shower door only to pause on the other side once it's closed again. Taking up a towel, he leaves the bathroom and heads out to make himself presentable.
Annoyingly enough, it all feels like an intermission until he can get his hands back on Gamzee again. Needy bullshit, calm down. ]
no subject
Hair blow-dried and combed, he's only sprayed deodorant to make sure the scent of sex is gone. No other reason. Just like he's put on a clean long-sleeved top for the sheer fact it's comfortable (slightly too tapered around the waist and hips) over his jeans. Who cares if it's the same deep plum as Gamzee's eyes? Total coincidence.
More than half the pizza remains, his appetite ravenous but from fucking nowhere he's conscious that Gamzee's going to be hungry too and it's a dick move to stuff his face first. The pile of clothes on the table next to the pizza box belongs to the absent man, not a single effort made to take them to him.
He looks up when he hears the bathroom door close, then back to the tv, which he doesn't see through his sunglasses. For once. ]
no subject
Nothing much. You good or d'you need to dry off some more?
[ Once those jeans are on, he runs a hand up the back of a calf and rests it behind a knee loosely. Inviting and reassuring with that one touch that Gamzee's still welcome to be as physical as he likes.
He doesn't feel like he's being very cool, as much as he's vying for it. ]
no subject
[ Carelessly shrugging, he nudges up Gamzee's arm and slouches against him, putting the opened box of pizza on his lap. He's far too sexy to be handing out compliments, the penalty can be providing a table. Best logic.
Draping an arm over Gamzee's lap with the remote control, he takes a slice and chomps away, the back of his head comfortably ensconced in the curve of a neck as if he does this all the time. Shit, he just boned the guy in the shower, relaxing in front of a movie shouldn't be anywhere near as exciting. ]
Took your time in there.
no subject
[ That piece of pizza he picks up next? Bops Gamzee on the cheek, Dave twisting around halfway with a mock-surprised expression. ]
Sorry, man, guess I missed your mouth ...
[ Whoops, tomato on your face. ]
no subject
There's no excuse for the way he takes it as an excuse to slip into kissing him again.
Fuck, who cares. ]
no subject
[ Laughing under his breath as he pushes the pizza box to one side, Dave combs away that damp mop of hair and settles a leg either side of Gamzee's hips, sitting on him the only way to devote all his attention to those light kisses plucking away. The hands on his back have him sliding in snugly before he even knows it, too mindful of tracing circles on the back of a neck to bother caring where his suddenly weightless guts have gone.
His own lashes drift to half-mast, only partially observing the handsome face of the other man between exploratory, inquisitive kisses. ]
Heard it hurts.
no subject
But he wants and wants and wants, a muffled sigh ghosting into the hot mouth on offer as it plunders his own, hands spreading down between Gamzee's shoulders to try and draw him in closer, raking back up when Dave repays that nip. Ruffling still-damp locks. Breathing becomes an after-thought tailored around licking in long sweeps, given over to let Gamzee taste as much as he wants.
Dave's going to get fucked at some point this evening, the issue isn't if; it's how long he can draw out the addictive make-outs until he does. ]
no subject
Groaning low in his throat, he breaks from the kiss to mouth his way along a jaw-line, sinking a sharp tooth into the shell of an ear and sucking hard. Hands fan up under Gamzee's top to seek out skin, groping shamelessly all over as he breathes down a neck. ]
Can't get enough of you either ...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)