Everything is oversensitive and just taking a breath sends shudders through him. All Gamzee can smell is Dave and sex and motherfuck that's some powerful shit right there. He's too tired to really respond, but he knows for sure that the next time he gets a whiff of that he'll be aching to go pounce Dave and fuck him into the floor.

Gamzee just groans softly, amid all the sensations, so very aware of how he's still buried deep in Dave but not wanting to move because he thinks he might scream again at the intense sensation if he does. This is all way too fucking good to exist. But it does, and he feels suddenly so grateful to have it. It's a weird feeling amid all the black tangle of hate and lust.