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[ 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. ]
[ Dave's had his fair share of sex, he knows how it goes and what to expect from the guy that wants to be the one pounding in from both points of view. And it's nothing like this.
This is messy and slick and starved, desperation made physical in the drag of hands and twining mouths that share the lowest of guttural moans, every brush of Gamzee's endless dirty-talk into an ear pulling out more sobs and gasps as the room devolves to the sweaty body now part of his own with no discernible border. The things he says are too honest for Dave to doubt, latching his arms around him to clutch and mold over a spine and the soft skin above bucking hips, wrapping Gamzee up in heat and boundless, careless desire. He can take the hard kisses, deal with the way he agrees no one else has ever touched him like this before, turned him inside-out with lust to the point of entirely losing his cool. What makes him crank up the volume like Gamzee so badly wants isn't the rapid fist over his cock (or the pressure thrusting up into his gut, endlessly traveling lips, a deep voice that caresses his mind) but the soft kiss over his chest.
The first warning of Dave beginning to come lies in the tail-end of the racket he makes, head almost tipped right back off the sofa as he gives in and lets Gamzee fuck him absolutely however he pleases, needing the ache and constant mind-blowing electricity snapping taut between them to remember the moment later.
The only word that leaves his mouth in between hoarse, incoherent screams is his lover's name. ]
[ Wrapped around Gamzee like ivy, his head thumps noiselessly as he turns it to allow that roaming mouth full access to every inch of his throat, the gesture one of submission to contrast how demandingly he rides him, never missing a split-second of breathless intent. The tension in Gamzee shivers underneath skin and muscle, vibrating right to the bone, Dave knows, because he's just as highly strung.
Please. Begging against an ear, he mouths the sweat-damp curls plastered against a temple, tasting salt. Please, please, please ...
Not wanting it to end, needing Gamzee to stay after this, nonsensical and repetitive that single word, crumbling around a hitched choke as he finally allows himself to come. Ribboning out of him in waves, he makes a mess of Gamzee's jerking hand, his own chest, and has to shakily stop him from forcing anything else out of him, there can't be, he can barely register anything beyond the soft hair against his cheek and how perfectly they fit together.
Blond lashes dampen with stinging tears, more a product of being fucked raw but supported by the intense spiral of possession flooding the way his hands grapple for purchase. Moaning in the aftermath, he kisses dazedly over Gamzee's jaw and reclines, holding onto the vestiges of his stamina enough to remain tighter than before around the other man, hips offered up for his use. The world is hot and wet and exquisite, all down to the one person he refuses to let go. ]
[ Sloe-eyes watch Gamzee come, hands feel it in the reverberations through his chest, but the most poignant moment of all of this is when heat scalds a swollen passage and Dave's voice cracks on a leftover whine, turning his head aside in dual fascination (hot spurts repeatedly filling him up, the urge to squirm not even conscious) and arousal (feels better than expected, maybe because of who it belongs to). He's never been fucked without getting the other guy to wear rubber before, assumed that Gamzee might have pulled out, but ... well, no, didn't want him to.
But holy shit, it's intimate in a way he didn't consider when he did it to Gamzee in the shower. The position, perhaps? That come isn't going anywhere fast. As Gamzee nuzzles his way over him, Dave automatically draws him into a hug and dapples kisses along his hair-line, heels easing off thighs to remain splayed on the sofa, either side of the man still buried and softening inside.
He likes it. This ... mark, or whatever it is. ]
... So, how was it for you?
[ Voice rough and weak, he kisses him with a tenderness that sets off the very last alarm bell in his head doomed to being ignored. Dangerous thoughts can be dealt with later, Dave's in too much of an airy mood to care right now.
He likes belonging to Gamzee in this moment, even if it's fleeting. ]
[ Taking the towel off him, he creakily leans up on an elbow and kisses under Gamzee's jaw to try and tactfully angle his gaze away from between Dave's legs, swiping away slickness as he holds in the come. He's not just going to let it out, ears burning in embarrassment that definitely isn't cool and is self-conscious in the extreme. He isn't sure if he can walk to the bathroom yet.
He isn't sure if he didn't fall apart at the seams. ]
Gimme, uh. Just a couple of minutes, gettin' my head together.
[ Slouching to one side against Gamzee to avoid putting pressure on one very sore backside. ]
[ It's muttered without ire, a token quip as he wraps the towel around his waist and sinks in between Gamzee and the back of the cushioning. Exhausted, he absently nuzzles his way into the crook of a neck and closes his eyes, yawning widely.
As wordy as he usually is, Dave's unusually quiet (for him) and barely skims a thumb back and forth over Gamzee's chest as the rest of his hand there remains stationary. Thinking, or trying to. ]
You staying the night? [ Hopefully; in reality, his tone is blank of any such hint. ] Bed's kind of shitty but it's big.
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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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This is messy and slick and starved, desperation made physical in the drag of hands and twining mouths that share the lowest of guttural moans, every brush of Gamzee's endless dirty-talk into an ear pulling out more sobs and gasps as the room devolves to the sweaty body now part of his own with no discernible border. The things he says are too honest for Dave to doubt, latching his arms around him to clutch and mold over a spine and the soft skin above bucking hips, wrapping Gamzee up in heat and boundless, careless desire. He can take the hard kisses, deal with the way he agrees no one else has ever touched him like this before, turned him inside-out with lust to the point of entirely losing his cool. What makes him crank up the volume like Gamzee so badly wants isn't the rapid fist over his cock (or the pressure thrusting up into his gut, endlessly traveling lips, a deep voice that caresses his mind) but the soft kiss over his chest.
The first warning of Dave beginning to come lies in the tail-end of the racket he makes, head almost tipped right back off the sofa as he gives in and lets Gamzee fuck him absolutely however he pleases, needing the ache and constant mind-blowing electricity snapping taut between them to remember the moment later.
The only word that leaves his mouth in between hoarse, incoherent screams is his lover's name. ]
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Please. Begging against an ear, he mouths the sweat-damp curls plastered against a temple, tasting salt. Please, please, please ...
Not wanting it to end, needing Gamzee to stay after this, nonsensical and repetitive that single word, crumbling around a hitched choke as he finally allows himself to come. Ribboning out of him in waves, he makes a mess of Gamzee's jerking hand, his own chest, and has to shakily stop him from forcing anything else out of him, there can't be, he can barely register anything beyond the soft hair against his cheek and how perfectly they fit together.
Blond lashes dampen with stinging tears, more a product of being fucked raw but supported by the intense spiral of possession flooding the way his hands grapple for purchase. Moaning in the aftermath, he kisses dazedly over Gamzee's jaw and reclines, holding onto the vestiges of his stamina enough to remain tighter than before around the other man, hips offered up for his use. The world is hot and wet and exquisite, all down to the one person he refuses to let go. ]
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But holy shit, it's intimate in a way he didn't consider when he did it to Gamzee in the shower. The position, perhaps? That come isn't going anywhere fast. As Gamzee nuzzles his way over him, Dave automatically draws him into a hug and dapples kisses along his hair-line, heels easing off thighs to remain splayed on the sofa, either side of the man still buried and softening inside.
He likes it. This ... mark, or whatever it is. ]
... So, how was it for you?
[ Voice rough and weak, he kisses him with a tenderness that sets off the very last alarm bell in his head doomed to being ignored. Dangerous thoughts can be dealt with later, Dave's in too much of an airy mood to care right now.
He likes belonging to Gamzee in this moment, even if it's fleeting. ]
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Yeah, let me.
[ Taking the towel off him, he creakily leans up on an elbow and kisses under Gamzee's jaw to try and tactfully angle his gaze away from between Dave's legs, swiping away slickness as he holds in the come. He's not just going to let it out, ears burning in embarrassment that definitely isn't cool and is self-conscious in the extreme. He isn't sure if he can walk to the bathroom yet.
He isn't sure if he didn't fall apart at the seams. ]
Gimme, uh. Just a couple of minutes, gettin' my head together.
[ Slouching to one side against Gamzee to avoid putting pressure on one very sore backside. ]
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[ It's muttered without ire, a token quip as he wraps the towel around his waist and sinks in between Gamzee and the back of the cushioning. Exhausted, he absently nuzzles his way into the crook of a neck and closes his eyes, yawning widely.
As wordy as he usually is, Dave's unusually quiet (for him) and barely skims a thumb back and forth over Gamzee's chest as the rest of his hand there remains stationary. Thinking, or trying to. ]
You staying the night? [ Hopefully; in reality, his tone is blank of any such hint. ] Bed's kind of shitty but it's big.
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