"Dress you all motherfucking up in here, what like a highblood. CANDY RED ALL MOTHERFUCKING CLASSY LIKE THAT, WICKED CONTRASTY. Kicking those juxtapositions." Not that Gamzee cares about jewelry for himself even though he could easily get away with it if he wanted, but he likes the idea of dolling Dave up like a fancy highblood, when he wears nothing. Put his color all full with pretty decorations all over the human, along with his marks. The thoughts are immensely pleasing and he chirps his pleasure away while he tongues at the hole he just made.
But that moan is delicious, and Gamzee just has to claim that wicked mouth in a kiss. He groans into it, stretching and flexing his fingers inside Dave and adding a third to give him a little more stretch. He works them deep, falling into a good rhythm of thrust and stroke, while chuckling and moaning at how eagerly Dave's hips move. He exerts a little downward pressure with his other hand and body, bending his knees and trying to bring them down to the ground. The thought of Dave laid out like a buffet just for him lights him all up with the sweetest pleasure.
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Date: 2012-01-25 06:19 pm (UTC)But that moan is delicious, and Gamzee just has to claim that wicked mouth in a kiss. He groans into it, stretching and flexing his fingers inside Dave and adding a third to give him a little more stretch. He works them deep, falling into a good rhythm of thrust and stroke, while chuckling and moaning at how eagerly Dave's hips move. He exerts a little downward pressure with his other hand and body, bending his knees and trying to bring them down to the ground. The thought of Dave laid out like a buffet just for him lights him all up with the sweetest pleasure.