Oh, shit - was he worried he couldn't go again? Because those noises fucking answer that question, and Dave is suddenly, almost painfully hard again. He's got this terrible feeling that Gamzee's doing it on purpose, that he's figured out the one, surefire way to get Dave raring to go - but, hell. Dave's learned a few troll weaknesses, too.

So he breaks the kiss, blood dripping from his mouth, and reaches up to grab a handful of Gamzee's wild hair. He grips, tugs hard, bringing Gamzee's head around to where he can wrap his lips around the tip of one of those long, curved horns and suck, hard.