He grimaces at the feel of all that shit smearing across his face - white and gray are not his colors, and he's pretty sure that Gamzee's pale purple spit probably isn't helping matters any. And yet...even with all of that, he still rocks up into that grind of Gamzee's hips against his, hot and hard in his ridiculous red pants. What are these trolls doing to him?

"Up to you, bro," he growls into the troll's oddly delicate ear, feeling his way there with slick slides of the tip of his tongue along Gamzee's sharp jawline. "Think you can manage to keep me under control all the way back to your respite block?"