Remembering last time, Dave lets his attentions get a little rough - he digs blunt nails into Gamzee wherever he can, tugs roughly at fabric so it rasps over pale grey skin, even goes so far as to apply his teeth carefully to Gamzee's horns in a soft scraping motion along the length.

One of his hands claws its way down Gamzee's lanky frame and slips past the loosened waistband of his pants, where Dave wraps long fingers around the troll's bone bulge and pumps, just once.