If there is a verbal equivalent to keysmashing, that's the sound Dave is making right now - has been making for the past few moments. Because it's not enough that he's got his dick in Gamzee's nook and the troll's bulge pressed into him, it's not enough that Gamzee's nook is pulsing and gripping and fuck, it's not enough that Gamzee keeps making those sounds - no. None of that is enough, because Gamzee's bulge has apparently decided that now is the best time to go fucking hogwild in Dave's ass, and shit that is quite possibly the most amazing thing Dave has ever felt.

Sex with Tavros is great - mindblowing, even, sometimes - but this is just...different. This is hot and hard and urgent in a way that sex with Tavros never is. That writhing is so good it's almost painful, Dave thinks for a moment that he might just come apart at the seams from the way it fills him up, and his mind goes oddly fuzzy around the edges.

He might be cursing, or pleading, or something, but fuck if he knows. His world seems to have narrowed to those two points of contact, his dick and Gamzee's bulge, and whatever's spilling from his mouth, he's not in control of it anymore. His hips twitch and roll in shallow waves, rocking him into Gamzee and then back onto the troll's bulge, and fuck, this isn't going to last very long.

"Fffuck, Gamz. Gamz, I-I can't -"