Gamzee's entire universe narrows to him in Dave, Dave in him. It's exquisite. It's torture. There's nothing but small movements between them, too intimately connected to move more without bringing the other with them. His hips work in tiny movements that would be delicate, except it's not. It wouldn't be without that tie. It's all he can manage as his bulge writhes and undulates the rest of the way into Dave, and Dave's dick fills him so motherfucking full at the very same time. His hips will have bruises in the exact shape of Dave's splayed fingers tomorrow, but he can only feel the grip as a part of the whirl of sensation threatening to send him exploding into space.
It's as if his voice tries to make up for how his body can't manage moving like every instinct urges. More alien sounds of pleasure burst forth from among the more familiar moans and cries and curses. Once he's settled, as deep as bulge and dick can get, he's nearly shaking without how intensely he feels. Filled and filling, body a-quiver around Dave's dick and bulge writhing so enthusiastically it's nearly doing corkscrews in that furnace heat that clutches him so perfectly. Not base deep, because no position could manage that, but the base is tucked against the fleshy sack Dave calls his balls, and their movements make that contact and pressure feel very nice.
He takes a deep, ragged breath, back in an arch with head tipped back and mouth open to allow him to pant. "MotherFUCK, Dave. Dave-- FUCK, DAVE."
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Date: 2012-01-20 01:57 am (UTC)It's as if his voice tries to make up for how his body can't manage moving like every instinct urges. More alien sounds of pleasure burst forth from among the more familiar moans and cries and curses. Once he's settled, as deep as bulge and dick can get, he's nearly shaking without how intensely he feels. Filled and filling, body a-quiver around Dave's dick and bulge writhing so enthusiastically it's nearly doing corkscrews in that furnace heat that clutches him so perfectly. Not base deep, because no position could manage that, but the base is tucked against the fleshy sack Dave calls his balls, and their movements make that contact and pressure feel very nice.
He takes a deep, ragged breath, back in an arch with head tipped back and mouth open to allow him to pant. "MotherFUCK, Dave. Dave-- FUCK, DAVE."