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Date: 2012-02-06 05:57 am (UTC)When Dave arches Gamzee nearly screams, raw, and completely overwhelmed by how good Dave feels-looks-tastes-sounds. A thrust later and he's shaking as an alien shriek is torn from him. He's not the wave anymore, swept away just as helpless to the flow as Dave is. Time feels like it's slowed to a standstill and Gamzee deliriously wonders if Dave is doing it somehow before his arms give out. He's able to twist a little so he's not completely crushing Dave but otherwise doesn't stop the slump, too strung out on the pleasure to do anything but breathe and make small awed noises.
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:23 am (UTC)Not right now, though. Right now, he has to focus on breathing, just getting his chest to go up and down - which is proving a little harder than it usually is, what with the way his muscles either seem to be made of water or quivering uncontrollably.
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:33 am (UTC)Gamzee just groans softly, amid all the sensations, so very aware of how he's still buried deep in Dave but not wanting to move because he thinks he might scream again at the intense sensation if he does. This is all way too fucking good to exist. But it does, and he feels suddenly so grateful to have it. It's a weird feeling amid all the black tangle of hate and lust.
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:45 am (UTC)Dave echoes Gamzee's groan with one of his own, as the troll shifts slightly and a spark of pleasure/pain goes racing up Dave's spine. It's very possible that he blacks out for a moment, due to sheer sensation overload, his eyes rolling back behind his shades.
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:51 am (UTC)He knows he should pull out, and ease the intensity for both of him, but part of him doesn't want to move and the rest of him doesn't know if he can right now. They're certainly both very, very well fucked right now, and that one does make him smirk a little, even if he can't put any of the bite he wants to in it.
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Date: 2012-02-06 07:14 am (UTC)"Gonna have to find something for me to wear in this, if you want it to stay open," he says, his voice harsh and rasping from all the screaming he's done in the past...however long it's been since they ended up here.
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Date: 2012-02-06 01:59 pm (UTC)Except when he does he's instantly shaking and making a high, reedy sound of overwhelmed pleasure open-mouthed against Dave's skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's so fucking oversensitive and he can't even think. It hurts, and Gamzee can't decide whether it's a good hurt, a bad hurt, or some unholy combination of both. He takes a moment to pant and rest and then he's up, moving unsteadily around the room. For all that he'd never acted or dressed like a highblood, he'd been encouraged to frequently, and he knows that somewhere around here is--ah, there it is. He'd said rings and bracelets got all fucking slimed from his pies, and necklaces strangled him, so the solution had been earrings, which he'd never worn, though he had appreciated the gift (and then promptly forgotten about it, which Equius had been disappointed about).
He tosses it at Dave. "Here motherfucker. Stick that all through that pretty little hole."
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Date: 2012-02-07 06:12 am (UTC)He makes a snatch for the earring as Gamzee tosses it, and only manages to barely snag it, fumbling it on the way down to his eyes. Turns out its not so bad - he was expecting something all girly and shit, but it's just a little silver hoop, trimmed in some kind of indigo...shell, or jewel, or something? He turns it in front of his shades for a moment, still sprawled out butt-naked on the floor, then shrugs and reaches up to try and work it into his ear.
"Why the fuck not, I guess."
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Date: 2012-02-07 01:22 pm (UTC)"Motherfuck, Dave. THAT'S BEING ALL A GOOD LOOK FOR YOU." He says it with a low, rumbling sound of pleasure, possessive and proud. Dave's wearing his motherfucking color in his ear and fuck anyone who doesn't notice and give Dave what he deserves.
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Date: 2012-02-07 11:33 pm (UTC)"Yeah, you'd fucking think so, wouldn't you?" he retorts, but there's not much real heat behind it - it's more just an automatic response. He gets the earring clasped in, and then just...feels it for a moment. It's...strange. He can feel it, hanging there, and when he gives it a few experimental tugs, there's a slight, stinging pain that settles into soreness. He hisses slightly.
"Fuck, how do chicks do this?"
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Date: 2012-02-08 01:45 pm (UTC)So he just sits and watches, enjoying Dave's debauched look and the way he plays with the earring. He doesn't think he'll ever get enough of that sight. It's strong and vulnerable at the same time, but only vulnerable because he motherfucking won this match. Dave might win the next, but that's okay. They wouldn't be good kismesis if one of them won all the time.
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Date: 2012-02-09 07:56 am (UTC)He yawns, huge and jaw-cracking, and finally leaves the earring alone, figuring he'll get used to it eventually. He glances sideways at Gamzee, not bothering to turn his head, but just sliding his eyes over, and there might be just the slightest hint of red peeking out from the sides of his shades.
Then, with a series of resounding cracks, he sits up and begins to stretch himself out, twisting and turning and arching into all kinds of impossible-looking positions, making soft little noises that are half pleasure and half pain.
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:52 pm (UTC)But once Dave's finished, he stretches himself, upping the ante to near contortionist proportions. It's a little bit of a challenge, and also a little bit of showing off, but the whole time he's rumbling his approval at Dave and making similar noises of pleasure-pain. He's so marvelously sore, and he'll carry those painful reminders until the next time they come together in an epic clash.