Yes, fuck yes. Gamzee likes the roughness, responding with throaty sounds and shifting into Dave's touches. The teeth on horns gets a little hiss, but it's a good one as he bites down and laps up more blood. He cups and kneads Dave's ass while moving against him, leaving lines and lines of so very shallow scratches--almost like papercuts--to irritate and sting.

But the stroke to his bulge makes his fingers dig in, drawing up thick beads of blood. "OH FUCK. ngh, Dave, fuck--"

He immediately hates himself for being so motherfucking responsive, but everything is so intense that it threatens to sweep him away.