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[ 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. ]
[ Gripping Gamzee's hair when he hears that confession (almost a promise) he nuzzles the hot patch of skin behind an ear and smothers a moan there when the first touches glide over his entrance, thighs tensing before he can focus enough to relax his muscles. Giving up his throat to mindlessly perfect murmurs, then a sensitive ear, Dave's shudders only increase as he's breached.
Gripping shoulders and the back of the sofa, his breathing hitches and he keeps his forehead glued to the other man's neck, not wanting to let him see his grimace as he grows accustomed to even that much of an invasion. He doesn't do this for just anyone, which is embarrassingly obvious all by itself.
Rising up on his knees as directed, he pushes back on Gamzee's thankfully slick digit and can't help the way his toes curl or the quiet noise eclipsing his earlier moan. ]
[ The gentle contact breaks down his barriers faster than any bitching or laughter could. Dave's grip in Gamzee's hair becomes his anchor when he lifts his head, keeps it bowed as he adjusts to the persistent fingers and eventually gets his body to accept that it's better with than without. The things murmured into his ear have him panting shallowly. ]
Fuck.
[ Rasping as his forehead nudges a jaw-line, he paws through thick hair and plants shivering open-mouthed kisses all the way to hushing lips, capturing them with a quiet, stifled moan. As much as Gamzee wants to hear his reactions, he still has enough forethought not to give in just yet.
The second finger makes him still, a dark red blush highlighting his cheeks and ears, score across his chest. Gamzee is groaned, already stretched just enough that the minimal pain is bearable considering that now he has two guitar-smart digits playing him like an instrument. God. His hips find the right rhythm that allow him to start moving on his own, pushing back with a moan once, twice, picking up how he's needed to arch back and forth and it feels so good, filling, slick enough that he can slide over the other man and imagine his cock in place there instead - ]
Aah - !
[ Bucking down hard when fingertips rub over something mind-numbingly perfect, he kisses Gamzee insistently and murmurs a hoarse litany of there fuck there shit Gamzee yes, red eyes blinking shyly open. Looking at him at last, Dave starts riding in earnest, the glazed way he stares at nothing but Gamzee's eyes through lowered lashes speaking volumes about what he's thinking. ]
[ Failing at holding in a shudder when he meets Gamzee's gaze, Dave's lids squeeze shut as he tightens around the pumping intrusion, moans dragged out of him from how sheer fucking amazing it feels, rubbed over the what has to be the most raw part of his body without relent, no respite from pleasure that curls his spine and the grip in Gamzee's luscious hair. ]
Ah, aaah ...
[ A choked noise cuts into the mouth parted under his own when those fingers screw him right to the knuckle, thin and breathless like a piece of glass mid-fall. He knows Gamzee's trying to get out of his pants and wants to help, but it's impossible to stop rocking his whole body to the paced tempo of his heart-beat. ]
Fuck, fuck - [ Kneeling up with an immense amount of effort, he stills the hand working him on its wrist and peers down heatedly, voice rough and desperate as the emptiness hauls out a bitter whine; fingers play gently over Gamzee's cheek, thumb brushing his lips. ] Hurry.
[ Busying himself dropping kisses over a cheek and into a fluffy temple, he reasserts his grip on the sofa behind a pair of shoulders when he hears the warning, a nod given to show he understands. Following the direction of Gamzee's hand, he makes sure to exhale as he presses down on the broad head of an intruding cock, breath catching now and then through his determination to get him inside, beyond that initial resistance that makes the corners of his eyes wet with effort.
Releasing a gasp he hadn't known he was holding when he feels the thickest part slip inside, Dave tips his chin up and groans despite his concentration. It's suddenly so much harder to think; that isn't a finger or two splitting him open, it's far thicker and he can feel the throb of it in his ass, oh fuck oh fuck.
Groping the back of Gamzee's neck in a parody of the hold on his own, he rests their foreheads together and curls back into him, each low growl satisfied and incoherent. If he wants the sarcastic flippant wit back, he'll have to wait a while. ]
[ Lifting here, rocking down there, Dave swallows with each second that passes and he feels no immediate urge to say stop i cant. Quite the opposite, Gamzee's slow and steady pacing only making it that much easier to open up around him and take that burning length in further. It's all about regaining his bearings. ]
Got your business card in my breast pocket. [ Sighing out a rush of mindless nonsense, he focuses on kissing Gamzee anew to the achingly tender grind of in-and-out, sweat beading the back of his neck. Fuck, Gamzee's not exactly average, dumbass tall bastard. ] How about a meeting sometime this week, get to know each other. I'll call my people, get 'em to rattle yours 'cause you want this deal so bad I can taste it - mmph ...
[ Losing his train of thought as he licks his way into a hungry kiss, he snaps his hips down and gasps. ]
... 'can taste you. [ Murmuring over wet lips, he smooths back the mess of curls around an angular face and holds them away so he can see him properly as they fuck, wanting to remember how Gamzee looks. ] Fuck, you're so goddamn big - [ Hisses, knees widening so he can get lower. ] - ah, yeah, let me have it just like that ...
[ Cut off as the world lapses out of focus during the involved kiss, he does a decent job of not being too loud or vocal, even when the grip on his hips increases and they melt into the perfect rhythm -
His body shudders when Gamzee thrusts in unforgivingly hard, the soft walls around his dick rippling with shock as Dave drags his grip over cushioning so he doesn't tear out hair by mistake. Mouth parting to a wide O, his curses fracture into yells because Gamzee remembers and shitshitshit he's good at this, it makes Dave's chest tighten from a lack of air and something else that he's getting fucked in the most generous way possible. Build a house on a prairie and stuff them in as Ma and Pa, this shit couldn't get more loving.
Even when the grasp loosens, Dave takes his cue and slams down with a strangled groan that gets the neighbours in the apartment below banging the roof, laughter breathy against Gamzee's neck as he increases the pace, keen to keep him rubbing roughly right over that amazingly sensitive bundle of nerves destroying his motor functions. ]
Touch me, fuckin' touch me, bastard ...
[ Unable to wait, he reaches between them and smears the slickness on the head of his cock all the way down, moans increasing in bass again. Gamzee's the record and Dave's the needle, spinning on him to the illest of beats. ]
[ Just like when he loses himself in a new track, switches bass and tempo, a low noise like an approving purr rumbles through him and he leans a hand back on one of Gamzee's thighs, arching in a way that exposes far more of his sloping body where he sinks down repeatedly over a hard dick, the ripple of abdominal muscles whenever he clamps down on the hard length forcing him open, how he chases it in fluid pelvic waves like a well-behaved whore.
Letting Gamzee have free reign of his embarrassingly stiff erection, all inhibitions drift away. Two fingers lazily slide down his chest to skirt lower, scissoring the lube-slick base of Gamzee's cock on each re-entry because it's not enough just to feel like he's slowly being ripped apart in the best way, he has to have more. Everything.
Greedy, high-pitched keens fill up the room as his head tips back, laced with Gamzee's name. ]
[ A mess under all the attention he's given, he clutches a forearm to hold him close, not wanting that mouth and all the lovely filth that spills out of it to end. Unable to twist his hips back onto Gamzee and up into that too-fast-not-enough hand, he pushes a kiss into dark hair and snaps his hips down faster, encouraging Gamzee to let go of his control, rapidly losing his strength as his knees numb.
Grasping at shoulders anew, he tugs and whispers for him to fuck me into the couch cmon, suckles a lower lip and captures it in a kiss. aint doing this the once let me feel you flip out bro.
The kiss over his heart pulls free a quiet sob, bitten back a moment too late as nails rake over the same area of Gamzee's chest trying to sink in and grab hold. ]
[ Winded when they part, he slides onto his back and aids him in every move that puts his back on the sofa as sleekly as possible, parting his legs when hands run over blushing limbs and giving a throaty breathless laugh when tugged closer. Hooks his calves around jutting hips, heels resting over the curve of an ass.
A hissed fffffuck rips from his throat when Gamzee sinks back in, pries him open and gets treated to writhing hips for his efforts. Draping an arm over a shoulder, he kneads a scalp of soft hair and uses the other to skim down a tall chest, seeking out the subtle dips defined by wiry muscles beneath. ]
You gotta do the sa - aaugh, shit, Gamz - hah!
[ Fingers and toes curl when he moves, an unrelenting force of nature Dave willingly lets pin him with cruel-smart hips and what feels like the hardest dick in existence shunting him further into the cushioning, unerringly rubbing right over a swollen, aching prostate. Moaning yes, yeah, god, he's no doormat just because of the new position and actively fucks down onto the other man, a hand slapping behind his head to grasp the arm-rest for purchase. ]
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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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Gripping shoulders and the back of the sofa, his breathing hitches and he keeps his forehead glued to the other man's neck, not wanting to let him see his grimace as he grows accustomed to even that much of an invasion. He doesn't do this for just anyone, which is embarrassingly obvious all by itself.
Rising up on his knees as directed, he pushes back on Gamzee's thankfully slick digit and can't help the way his toes curl or the quiet noise eclipsing his earlier moan. ]
Yeah ...
[ Agreeing in a whole host of ways. ]
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Fuck.
[ Rasping as his forehead nudges a jaw-line, he paws through thick hair and plants shivering open-mouthed kisses all the way to hushing lips, capturing them with a quiet, stifled moan. As much as Gamzee wants to hear his reactions, he still has enough forethought not to give in just yet.
The second finger makes him still, a dark red blush highlighting his cheeks and ears, score across his chest. Gamzee is groaned, already stretched just enough that the minimal pain is bearable considering that now he has two guitar-smart digits playing him like an instrument. God. His hips find the right rhythm that allow him to start moving on his own, pushing back with a moan once, twice, picking up how he's needed to arch back and forth and it feels so good, filling, slick enough that he can slide over the other man and imagine his cock in place there instead - ]
Aah - !
[ Bucking down hard when fingertips rub over something mind-numbingly perfect, he kisses Gamzee insistently and murmurs a hoarse litany of there fuck there shit Gamzee yes, red eyes blinking shyly open. Looking at him at last, Dave starts riding in earnest, the glazed way he stares at nothing but Gamzee's eyes through lowered lashes speaking volumes about what he's thinking. ]
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Ah, aaah ...
[ A choked noise cuts into the mouth parted under his own when those fingers screw him right to the knuckle, thin and breathless like a piece of glass mid-fall. He knows Gamzee's trying to get out of his pants and wants to help, but it's impossible to stop rocking his whole body to the paced tempo of his heart-beat. ]
Fuck, fuck - [ Kneeling up with an immense amount of effort, he stills the hand working him on its wrist and peers down heatedly, voice rough and desperate as the emptiness hauls out a bitter whine; fingers play gently over Gamzee's cheek, thumb brushing his lips. ] Hurry.
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Releasing a gasp he hadn't known he was holding when he feels the thickest part slip inside, Dave tips his chin up and groans despite his concentration. It's suddenly so much harder to think; that isn't a finger or two splitting him open, it's far thicker and he can feel the throb of it in his ass, oh fuck oh fuck.
Groping the back of Gamzee's neck in a parody of the hold on his own, he rests their foreheads together and curls back into him, each low growl satisfied and incoherent. If he wants the sarcastic flippant wit back, he'll have to wait a while. ]
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Got your business card in my breast pocket. [ Sighing out a rush of mindless nonsense, he focuses on kissing Gamzee anew to the achingly tender grind of in-and-out, sweat beading the back of his neck. Fuck, Gamzee's not exactly average, dumbass tall bastard. ] How about a meeting sometime this week, get to know each other. I'll call my people, get 'em to rattle yours 'cause you want this deal so bad I can taste it - mmph ...
[ Losing his train of thought as he licks his way into a hungry kiss, he snaps his hips down and gasps. ]
... 'can taste you. [ Murmuring over wet lips, he smooths back the mess of curls around an angular face and holds them away so he can see him properly as they fuck, wanting to remember how Gamzee looks. ] Fuck, you're so goddamn big - [ Hisses, knees widening so he can get lower. ] - ah, yeah, let me have it just like that ...
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[ Cut off as the world lapses out of focus during the involved kiss, he does a decent job of not being too loud or vocal, even when the grip on his hips increases and they melt into the perfect rhythm -
His body shudders when Gamzee thrusts in unforgivingly hard, the soft walls around his dick rippling with shock as Dave drags his grip over cushioning so he doesn't tear out hair by mistake. Mouth parting to a wide O, his curses fracture into yells because Gamzee remembers and shitshitshit he's good at this, it makes Dave's chest tighten from a lack of air and something else that he's getting fucked in the most generous way possible. Build a house on a prairie and stuff them in as Ma and Pa, this shit couldn't get more loving.
Even when the grasp loosens, Dave takes his cue and slams down with a strangled groan that gets the neighbours in the apartment below banging the roof, laughter breathy against Gamzee's neck as he increases the pace, keen to keep him rubbing roughly right over that amazingly sensitive bundle of nerves destroying his motor functions. ]
Touch me, fuckin' touch me, bastard ...
[ Unable to wait, he reaches between them and smears the slickness on the head of his cock all the way down, moans increasing in bass again. Gamzee's the record and Dave's the needle, spinning on him to the illest of beats. ]
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Letting Gamzee have free reign of his embarrassingly stiff erection, all inhibitions drift away. Two fingers lazily slide down his chest to skirt lower, scissoring the lube-slick base of Gamzee's cock on each re-entry because it's not enough just to feel like he's slowly being ripped apart in the best way, he has to have more. Everything.
Greedy, high-pitched keens fill up the room as his head tips back, laced with Gamzee's name. ]
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[ A mess under all the attention he's given, he clutches a forearm to hold him close, not wanting that mouth and all the lovely filth that spills out of it to end. Unable to twist his hips back onto Gamzee and up into that too-fast-not-enough hand, he pushes a kiss into dark hair and snaps his hips down faster, encouraging Gamzee to let go of his control, rapidly losing his strength as his knees numb.
Grasping at shoulders anew, he tugs and whispers for him to fuck me into the couch cmon, suckles a lower lip and captures it in a kiss. aint doing this the once let me feel you flip out bro.
The kiss over his heart pulls free a quiet sob, bitten back a moment too late as nails rake over the same area of Gamzee's chest trying to sink in and grab hold. ]
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A hissed fffffuck rips from his throat when Gamzee sinks back in, pries him open and gets treated to writhing hips for his efforts. Draping an arm over a shoulder, he kneads a scalp of soft hair and uses the other to skim down a tall chest, seeking out the subtle dips defined by wiry muscles beneath. ]
You gotta do the sa - aaugh, shit, Gamz - hah!
[ Fingers and toes curl when he moves, an unrelenting force of nature Dave willingly lets pin him with cruel-smart hips and what feels like the hardest dick in existence shunting him further into the cushioning, unerringly rubbing right over a swollen, aching prostate. Moaning yes, yeah, god, he's no doormat just because of the new position and actively fucks down onto the other man, a hand slapping behind his head to grasp the arm-rest for purchase. ]
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