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
[ 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. ]
[ Gripping the back of the sofa beside Gamzee's head to brace himself, he takes that throat in teeth and lips and aims to bruise him as much as possible, moaning over the faint stubble there as each bite latches on so rocking hips can do their thing. Given permission to be as arty as he likes, Dave grinds the ass of his jeans down over a bulging cock cruelly encased behind a zipper, rubbing the uncomfortably tight front of his own against a skinny abdomen.
Words smear all over the neck he takes hostage, ah fuck fuck you fuck me, nonsensical and shaky as the fingers spreading over an equally erratic heartbeat. Scratching over Gamzee's chest, he flicks a thumb over a nipple and moans over the join of a shoulder, numb knees a part of the furniture to allow his body the freedom of rolling down in waves.
This doesn't usually happen, he can keep his cool around anyone else. This shouldn't be happening.
Gamzee's dick drags a new furrow right up behind Dave's balls and he keens over reddening flesh as all his weight instinctively tries to fuck down and back, panting with the effort of hurrying to catch the same rhythm. ]
[ He's not sure when or how or why, but the pressure building up in the pit of his stomach all but chokes him, entirely too affected to keep going. He does, and with a single idea driving him he surges in to sink his teeth into the join of a neck without relent, aiming to break the skin. Raise a welt that can't be brushed off in a few days.
See if he can't get a less than intelligible answer out of the smartass bastard. ]
[ A violent shudder wracks his spine as he arches into the drag of those blunt nails, somehow huffing in lieu of outright giving an appreciative moan. Licking the thin bloody half-moon on Gamzee's neck, he backs off, all but tearing out of those hands to stand between splayed knees and haul off his top. Tosses it aside and unzips his jeans so fast it almost hurts. ]
Your wish is my command.
[ Like Dave could deny him. A handful of foil packets scatter beside Gamzee as he dumps the lube nearby out of a pocket, not about to let anyone go in raw. At least he has enough forethought to appear in control of the rest of his faculties. Sliding off boxers, he plants a hand on his hip and feigns second-thoughts despite standing there naked and erect, just to fuck around. He likes it when Gamzee's impatient and isn't entirely sure what he'll do. ]
Dunno if this is such a good idea, you're kind of losing it ...
[ If his eyes weren't as expressive, he could easily mask the way he blinks and loses his train of thought during the gentle treatment, once more thrown for a loop as he watches a mouth glide over his flinching abdomen.
A hand splays in Gamzee's mostly-dry hair, tangling immediately. Steadying him as he listens, swallows when nipped playfully. He can take the rougher stuff in his stride (hah) but it's this side of Gamzee, just like the kiss in the shower, that makes Dave flounder for something witty to say. Miss a beat. Then another. ]
Not raising any arguments here. [ fucking lame at least try and riposte some of that shit ] Spoil me that bad and I might have to stop time to keep you here for longer, let your room-mate think you've only been gone a night. [ Fingers flex over a scalp, twisting gently at bouncy (fruity?) tufts. ] Ain't got any idea how demanding I can be, Makara. Think you can handle this?
[ Keeping his face as impassive as he can without his shades, he sinks down with his knees either side of hips, feeling a bit ridiculous and a lot like a nervous teenager.
Deciding fuck it, he leans in to pour his breath over the bite mark on Gamzee's neck, licking feather-light as a shiver runs through him from the cold. It's better than attempting to sass him again, easier to close his eyes and let Gamzee guide him this time. It's only far he lets the tables be turned. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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There's no excuse for the way he takes it as an excuse to slip into kissing him again.
Fuck, who cares. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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 ...
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Words smear all over the neck he takes hostage, ah fuck fuck you fuck me, nonsensical and shaky as the fingers spreading over an equally erratic heartbeat. Scratching over Gamzee's chest, he flicks a thumb over a nipple and moans over the join of a shoulder, numb knees a part of the furniture to allow his body the freedom of rolling down in waves.
This doesn't usually happen, he can keep his cool around anyone else. This shouldn't be happening.
Gamzee's dick drags a new furrow right up behind Dave's balls and he keens over reddening flesh as all his weight instinctively tries to fuck down and back, panting with the effort of hurrying to catch the same rhythm. ]
God ...
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See if he can't get a less than intelligible answer out of the smartass bastard. ]
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Your wish is my command.
[ Like Dave could deny him. A handful of foil packets scatter beside Gamzee as he dumps the lube nearby out of a pocket, not about to let anyone go in raw. At least he has enough forethought to appear in control of the rest of his faculties. Sliding off boxers, he plants a hand on his hip and feigns second-thoughts despite standing there naked and erect, just to fuck around. He likes it when Gamzee's impatient and isn't entirely sure what he'll do. ]
Dunno if this is such a good idea, you're kind of losing it ...
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A hand splays in Gamzee's mostly-dry hair, tangling immediately. Steadying him as he listens, swallows when nipped playfully. He can take the rougher stuff in his stride (hah) but it's this side of Gamzee, just like the kiss in the shower, that makes Dave flounder for something witty to say. Miss a beat. Then another. ]
Not raising any arguments here. [ fucking lame at least try and riposte some of that shit ] Spoil me that bad and I might have to stop time to keep you here for longer, let your room-mate think you've only been gone a night. [ Fingers flex over a scalp, twisting gently at bouncy (fruity?) tufts. ] Ain't got any idea how demanding I can be, Makara. Think you can handle this?
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Deciding fuck it, he leans in to pour his breath over the bite mark on Gamzee's neck, licking feather-light as a shiver runs through him from the cold. It's better than attempting to sass him again, easier to close his eyes and let Gamzee guide him this time. It's only far he lets the tables be turned. ]
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