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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

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nah
sooner you get here the sooner you get your surprise in person

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ahahaha
fucking tool wait up

[ Crossing the apartment, he stuffs his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and opens the door casually, head tilted as he steps aside to let the taller man in. No pouncing, only perfect decorum - for now. ]

Sup.

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[ Practically thrumming with the impulse to shove him against a wall, he does no such thing and instead closes the door; as cool as a cucumber, he brushes off Gamzee's coat from those shoulders to be helpful, folding it in half to toss over the back of an armchair. If his fingers touch more than necessary, so be it. ]

Pizza's gonna be here in twenty, you want a beer?

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[ The hairs on the nape of his neck prickle when the other man gets closer, an arm curling loosely around low-slung hips to hook a thumb in the back-pocket of jeans. ]

Dick's already playing, hope you don't mind I put him on already.

[ One-handed, he takes the beers out of the fridge and unhooks a single, slouching against the counter with his body inclined to Gamzee; the clasps hisses and foam covers Dave's fingers, licked to save them any more misfortune. Slow suction, no rush. ]

Ain't missed much.

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[ Leaning against him, he raises the can in his hand and uses a bent knuckle to wipe off a dab of liquid from a painted lip, colour coming away with his fingers. ]

You won't start pining for your on-screen boyfriend?

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Just try not to jizz your shorts the second you see those blond locks rippling around the picture, s'all I'm asking.

[ Tugging on a belt-loop, he idly lets his hand skim over the curve of a cheek before heading into the lounge, all set to sink on that plush sofa in complete innocence. ]

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[ A smile slants his lips as he reclines with an arm hooked behind the sofa, eying Gamzee like he's straight out the mental clinic. ]

You really like your blonds, huh.

[ Feeling out waters, that's all. His knee rubs up against another, easy weight. ]

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[ He's never been so glad for his shades before, hiding the way his eyes flicker sideways to watch the hand on his thigh following the in-seam. Slouching further, he widens his legs.

Dave doesn't mind making both of them wait, it's a bittersweet ache building low in his gut. ]

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[ Lips twitch as he watches the screen ahead, caught between letting Gamzee tease him and putting his hand on his dick, jesus. Mentally cooling down, he turns that hand upside-down on his thigh and idly traces circles over the wrist, light and caressing to get those sensitive nerves shivering. ]

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[ He swallows reflexively when he feels lips ghost up his neck, trying to stem the resulting shiver and only digging his nails in around Gamzee's wrist instead. Heels press back against the sofa as his legs tense and Dave looks down at the painted face by his shoulder, brushing their lips in a series of not-kisses, noses bumping. ]

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[ His stomach concaves when that unexpected touch washes across, Dave's breath momentarily hitching in silence before he covers the mishap with a slow chaste kiss, barely giving back anything with a fluttering lick occasionally tracing the corners of lips. Light as a feather, hot and wet.

Nails rake over the inside of Gamzee's wrist, counterpointing the gentility, and his free hand curls between them to smooth the back of his knuckles along a jaw-line. Gay Chicken's evil twin, Cockerel Tease. ]

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[ There's nothing he can do about the way he hardens in his jeans, but he sure as hell tries to keep his hips firmly rooted without a single move and sinks his fingers behind an ear, grasping tightly to hold him near. That grin deserves a punishing nip, delivered without hurrying so the pain can set in as Dave eases back onto the sofa, forcing him to follow. ]