"Yeah, 'cause this is all about making things easier for you," Dave snarls, though he can't stop his hips bucking into Gamzee's stroking hand, or the embarrassing whine that tears itself from his throat as Gamzee's fingers push into him. He can't help it - it's just so fucking good, and it makes him think about how much better it's going to be when Gamzee's bulge is in him, writhing in that completely alien way, and that just makes it so much worse.
He's no troll, but there's definitely fluid leaking from the tip of his aching dick, rolling slowly down the length of it, and even as it throbs against his stomach, smearing through that indigo painted all over him - and cut with just the finest hints of red - Dave digs deep and finds he can still manage words, even if they do come out a little strained.
"Nngh - yeah, you going to be able to handle yourself? It's - ah - it's not like your dripping wet nook, this shit'll - oh, fuck - m-milk you dry."
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Date: 2012-01-19 05:01 am (UTC)He's no troll, but there's definitely fluid leaking from the tip of his aching dick, rolling slowly down the length of it, and even as it throbs against his stomach, smearing through that indigo painted all over him - and cut with just the finest hints of red - Dave digs deep and finds he can still manage words, even if they do come out a little strained.
"Nngh - yeah, you going to be able to handle yourself? It's - ah - it's not like your dripping wet nook, this shit'll - oh, fuck - m-milk you dry."