Oh, oh fuck, does that drawl in Dave's voice do funny, wonderful, tingly things to his stomach. Gamzee shivers and groans at the sound of it, the only thing preventing him from starting back up into arousal being how utterly exhausted he is. When Dave moves, though, he does struggle to at least not be sprawled over the human anymore. He ends up on his stomach, legs sprawled out and looking utterly debauched. His nook aches in that well fucked but now empty way that just makes him want to arch up and find something to rub against. Massage until he's feeling warm and utterly boneless again. He can't help wriggling a little at the thought, or the little chirrup that escapes when he feels the faint tickle of Dave's come starting to dribble out of him. He blinks up at Dave with smug appreciation, eyes flickering half-closed as he voices the echoes of pleasure.

"Motherfucking marvelous. ALL FULL UP WITH MY COLOR, dripping it all out of you. ALL DOWN THOSE FINE LEGS. How does it feel, Dave?" He drawls Dave's name out, like he's savoring the sound.