Fuck being the best. Fuck coming after Gamzee. Fuck everything except the feelings threatening to take him over, especially when Gamzee's skinny hips pound into his, and sharp fangs break the skin on his neck.

"Fuck, Gamzee," he moans, loud and unabashed and fucking delirious with pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Every curse is accompanied by a tightening of his legs and a desperate thrust of his hips, driving Gamzee into him, rubbing his dripping length against the troll's slightly raspy stomach. The cursing and the thrusts both come faster and faster, until Dave's back suddenly arches off the floor in a painful bow and every one of his muscles tightens, like his body is trying to pull Gamzee as close to him as physically possible, and then some.

"A-ah!"