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
[ 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.
Genuine five-star set-up you've stumbled into here, can't blame you for crashing.
[ Silence falls and he has to turn a soft noise in the back of his throat into clearing it, eyelashes fluttering half-open. It's comfortable and warm here, the film's been on the title screen for a while and there's only crappy background music in his ears on repeat.
Tracing the line of Gamzee's jaw, he leans over a couple of inches and kisses a calming pulse, nose pressing against the warmth of a love-bitten stubble-laden curve. ]
[ He doesn't have the luxury of weed in his system and finds himself too full of aches to sleep, resting a while as Gamzee slips off. When Dave's sure he's gone, off to the land of nod and definitely nowhere blindingly purple in nature, he eases up off the sofa and pauses to crouch down (winces when something wet trickles down the inside of his thigh under the towel) brush back springy curls and plant a kiss on the height of a cheek-bone.
And then Dave goes to have another shower, because as much as he's having feelings over Gamzee, he doesn't want to live his life leaking come like some faulty sex pinata. ]
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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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[ Silence falls and he has to turn a soft noise in the back of his throat into clearing it, eyelashes fluttering half-open. It's comfortable and warm here, the film's been on the title screen for a while and there's only crappy background music in his ears on repeat.
Tracing the line of Gamzee's jaw, he leans over a couple of inches and kisses a calming pulse, nose pressing against the warmth of a love-bitten stubble-laden curve. ]
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And then Dave goes to have another shower, because as much as he's having feelings over Gamzee, he doesn't want to live his life leaking come like some faulty sex pinata. ]