Mm, yes, he can feel Dave hardening against him, and rocks and writhes to give Dave the friction he's probably craving, all the while continuing those sounds Dave so likes. But then, the kiss breaks and--
Oh fuck, that wasn't intentional, but the sound was just as inhuman and full of needy pleasure, so it doesn't hurt his cause any. Gamzee twists a little, and makes that sound again right into Dave's chest--he would have done it into his ear, but even he can't make his horns bend. But this is an opportunity, isn't it? He hasn't had much chance to pay attention to the human's body yet, because they were too busy getting down to the meat of the fucking, but since Dave is so nicely sucking on his horns... Well, he's not entirely sure what those little nubs on Dave's chest are--trolls don't have them, but maybe they're some equivalent to the remains of their wiggler-legs?--but they're just the right size to take one into his mouth and suck firmly. There's a little bit of blood in his mouth still, and that combined with the taste of Dave's skin makes him chirrup again and again. He digs his claws into Dave's hips while he does it, intentionally mirroring the bruises Dave left on him and groans out something that might be Dave's name, but muffled by Dave's skin.
Oh motherfuck, all of Dave is delicious and sexy. His bulge is writhing again, and he's dripping wet with arousal. Dave might well end up being the death of him, but fuck, he'll die well satiated.
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Oh fuck, that wasn't intentional, but the sound was just as inhuman and full of needy pleasure, so it doesn't hurt his cause any. Gamzee twists a little, and makes that sound again right into Dave's chest--he would have done it into his ear, but even he can't make his horns bend. But this is an opportunity, isn't it? He hasn't had much chance to pay attention to the human's body yet, because they were too busy getting down to the meat of the fucking, but since Dave is so nicely sucking on his horns... Well, he's not entirely sure what those little nubs on Dave's chest are--trolls don't have them, but maybe they're some equivalent to the remains of their wiggler-legs?--but they're just the right size to take one into his mouth and suck firmly. There's a little bit of blood in his mouth still, and that combined with the taste of Dave's skin makes him chirrup again and again. He digs his claws into Dave's hips while he does it, intentionally mirroring the bruises Dave left on him and groans out something that might be Dave's name, but muffled by Dave's skin.
Oh motherfuck, all of Dave is delicious and sexy. His bulge is writhing again, and he's dripping wet with arousal. Dave might well end up being the death of him, but fuck, he'll die well satiated.