Dave jerks, with a soft cry - more of surprise than pain - as Gamzee's fangs pierce his earlobe, and he reaches up with one hand to grab at it in disbelief.
"Did - did you just fucking pierce my ear?" he asks incredulously, and even as he asks the question, he's already wondering whether or not it's ironic enough to wear a small hoop through the hole. Too hipster? Hard to say. Maybe he'll just have to give it a shot and see how he feels about it.
He doesn't have much time to think about that, though, because he's suddenly being crushed against Gamzee's lanky body, his dick being sandwiched between indigo-slick stomachs - one gray and one peach - and then there are long, slender fingers slipping into him.
He can't help the moan - the intrusion is hardly unwelcome, since he's already been stretched by Gamzee's bulge, and he's still slick from Gamzee's genetic fluid. His hips suddenly begin to buck forward against Gamzee's, then back into the troll's fingers, out of his control.
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"Did - did you just fucking pierce my ear?" he asks incredulously, and even as he asks the question, he's already wondering whether or not it's ironic enough to wear a small hoop through the hole. Too hipster? Hard to say. Maybe he'll just have to give it a shot and see how he feels about it.
He doesn't have much time to think about that, though, because he's suddenly being crushed against Gamzee's lanky body, his dick being sandwiched between indigo-slick stomachs - one gray and one peach - and then there are long, slender fingers slipping into him.
He can't help the moan - the intrusion is hardly unwelcome, since he's already been stretched by Gamzee's bulge, and he's still slick from Gamzee's genetic fluid. His hips suddenly begin to buck forward against Gamzee's, then back into the troll's fingers, out of his control.