Dave whines - fucking whines, although he'll deny it with everything he has if anyone ever asks about it - at the thought of Gamzee's bulge pumping fluid into him. He knows what that's like, knows it feels too fucking good to be allowed, knows it's just one more of those distinctly alien things that somehow drive him fucking wild. His hips rock against Gamzee's fingers, disregarding claws for now as he tries to force them deeper into himself - although Gamzee seems to be taking enough care with them.

That sound - all those fucking sounds, really, but that one last chirrup at the end - fuck, Dave loves that shit. The best fucking kind of turn-on, and it makes Dave shudder against Gamzee, wondering what the fuck he just thought of to make those noises come spilling out of him. Dave's attempt at a scoff comes out just a little shaky, but at this point, who's really keeping score anymore?

"Haven't you heard, bro?" he asks, and fuck, did his voice really just crack? What is he, going through puberty again? He got enough of that shit the first time around. "I'm a fucking hero. Suicide missions and all that shit - 'brave' is practically my fucking middle name."