"Don't motherfucking lie, Dave. IT'S BEING ALL UNBECOMING." Gamzee stretches, and turns it into a move that would make a contortionist jealous as he oozes to his feet. The stretching helps remind his bones and muscles that they're not water, and he manages not to fall back over, though he does sway like he just got off of a storm-tossed ship. He emphasizes the sway though, as he stalks that tiny distance towards Dave, naked as the day he was hatched.

"You went off all like a motherfucking rocket, soon as my bulge was all up full in you. GRIPPING ONTO ME LIKE YOU WERE BEING ALL FALLING OFF THE MOTHERFUCKING EDGE IF YOU DIDN'T. Full up with the best motherfucking bruises from your hands." He presses his fingers over the marks on his hips, already starting to purple with angry indigo under gray skin.

He lowers his voice to the most intimate whisper he can manage. "You're already up and thinking it was the best fucking thing and aching all for me again."