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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.

Edited 2012-01-23 23:23 (UTC)

Oh. So, apparently, male nipples are good for something. Dave groans around the horn in his mouth, tightening his grip on Gamzee's hair. He reaches down with the other hand to grip Gamzee's slick bulge, running his long fingers over the bumps on the surface, pinching the tip with every upstroke.

His hips rock forward, and that's all right, too - there's plenty of fluid down there to keep the friction to pleasant level, and he readjusts his grip so that he's stroking both Gamzee's bulge and his own dick, letting Gamzee's bulge writhe against him and wrap around him however it wants to.

Gamzee hears that groan, feels it, and keeps up the sucking. He breaks it up by lapping in long strokes with his tongue and carefully nicking the area around it with just the very tips of his teeth before sucking again. After a while though, he's aware that he should be paying equal attention and so he pulls his head away just enough to reach the other side and give it the same attention.

It's hard to pay attention with that wonderful hand on his bulge, and the feel of it wrapping on its own accord around Dave's dick. Gamzee lets loose a high, needy sound, rocking his hips hard forward while his bulge curls tightly and ripples with contractions, almost milking Dave's dick all of its own accord. Fuck, that feels so good, but he wants to be doing the fucking, so he bites down on his lip in an effort to... he doesn't even know.

But the indigo looks so nice on Dave's skin, and Gamzee suddenly wants to drench him in swirls of that color. He pulls his mouth across Dave's chest in a sloppy kiss, hissing in pleasure as the cut stings and indigo streaks.

Dave gives a hiss of his own, finally pulling his mouth away from sucking on Gamzee's horn, as saliva and blood mingle and drip over the tiny teeth marks the troll has left on his skin.

He keeps his hand working, on Gamzee's bulge wrapped around his dick, his grip slick and slippery and just right, and he uses the other hand, still tangled in Gamzee's hair, to pull the troll's head away from his chest.

"Gonna have to do better than that," he murmurs against Gamzee's lips, licking up a bit of indigo with just the lightest touch of tongue, before he dips his head and seals his mouth over Gamzee's neck, sucking and biting as hard as he can.

"JUST GETTING--fuck--STARTED. Motherfucker. SCAR ME UP. Leave your motherfucking mark on me." He hisses that into Dave's ear, along with a pleased noise as he feels Dave's mouth working on his neck. Human ears are cute, he decides, as he lavishes kisses and licks and harsh panting against it. And Dave can hear even better like this, so all the better.

Then on a dark, black whim, he carefully lines just two his teeth--the longer fangs-- up on either side of the lobe and drives them together until the points scrape. A nice little hole to tongue at, and more blood to taste. "Should stick something through there. DECORATE THAT LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER ALL UP IN HERE."

But he's not done, oh no, because at the same time he slides one hand down against the base of his bulge and over his nook to gather the fluid. He can't hold the smirk back, wrapping an arm tight around Dave's back and rocking against that hand on his bulge, but he's sure it's too late for Dave to do much about it. He slides his newly slick fingers along Dave's ass, aiming to get a pair nice and deep in Dave all at once before he can protest.

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.

"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.

"I'm not wearing any - nngh - fucking red jewelry, you ass," Dave hisses, but that's about as much as he manages to get out. Once Gamzee slips another finger inside him, those long fingers twisting and stroking and stretching Dave out with that burn that's somehow so good, Dave finds it rather hard to make any noises except harsh groans and soft, pleading noises.

And when Gamzee guides them to the ground, Dave goes - except that his knees are only holding him up because he's locked them into place, and the minute he bends them, they collapse, refusing to hold his weight anymore. He goes down, hard, all the wind rushing out of him as Gamzee's sharp angles land on top of him.

"DID I SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOU WEARING RED ALL UP IN HERE? Thrust some indigo and silver all full through that little hole." Gamzee hums in pleasure at the image, and drops his voice even lower, though it's a stretch because his volume wants to go up instead of down. "But if you can up and make me motherfucking take it, I'd be chill with some of that red jewelry all up on me."

Then Dave is collapsing, and he has enough sense to pull his fingers out as he falls with Dave. His other arm gets caught underneath Dave and he hisses out in pain because fuck, his arm is going to be bruised up tomorrow. But that doesn't matter, because Dave is underneath him and it's glorious. He ruts down, bulge against dick, for a moment and then grabs Dave's hips to lift him up. It frees the hand trapped beneath them and he wiggles it down along Dave's ass to help guide the tip of his writhing bulge in.

"Oh motherfuck. You're so hot--"

"You're shit at colors," Dave pants as Gamzee readjusts him, and fuck if he doesn't shift his hips up towards that wriggling bulge. "I don't think indigo and red go together."

Fuck if he knows, or even cares at this point. If he's going to wear anything, it's just going to be a bit of metal, no colors, no nothing - but that's hardly relevant right now. Right now, all Dave wants to do is reach up and fist his hands in Gamzee's hair, pulling the troll down for a messy kiss.

"Yeah, I know," he mutters against Gamzee's lips, nipping with his blunt teeth. "Now are you going to fuck me, or are we just going to lie here and talk about it for a while?"

"It ain't being all about what goes together and what's up and not. ALL MOTHERFUCKING ABOUT A SIGN OF WHAT'S BEING MINE."

He leans down hard into the kiss, hissing and groaning as his bulge worms its way into Dave. He holds still, partly to tease and torment, and partly because he wants this to last longer and he's already pretty worked up. Giving into the urge to thrust and grind wouldn't help that any, he knows.

"I'm going to fuck you. NICE AND MOTHERFUCKING SLOW. Build and build that shit all up until you can't even be looking all at the top."

Dave groans as Gamzee's bulge works its way into him, gritting his teeth against that fucking fantastic feeling of slick flesh writhing and squirming against his insides. Determined as he might be not to yield to Gamzee so quickly, not to show any sign of how much this is affecting him, he can't stop his breath from catching and then speeding up into quick, shallow pants - just like he can't stop his back from arching off the ground and one of his legs from snaking around Gamzee's waist.

"Already got a ffff-fucking scar from you," he growls out, scratching blunt nails down Gamzee's back, trying to distract himself from the way he wants to flip the troll over and ride his bulge until they're both screaming. Just the thought is enough to make his legs tremble, his muscles tightening to grind his hips up against Gamzee's.

"What the fuck else do you want?"

The way Dave moves and pants is impossible not to respond to. Gamzee groans with the effort of holding still and then abandons that course entirely. He still tries to hold back, keep it slow and torturous, but he can't stop the sharp, hard thrusts of his hips as his bulge writhes and moves with the same urgency as before. He presses his back into the faint sting of Dave's nails and starts leaving shallow bites all the way down Dave's neck. He's chirping constantly, unable to hold back the alien sounds as the pleasure lashes at him, trying to drive him into a frenzy.

"Any motherfucker can be up and all leaving scars." Fuck. "Dave. Dave-- Dave!"

With each snarling gasp of Dave's name over the other sounds he's making he drives his hips forward, knowing he's losing the battle to keep this slow and drag it out, but having more and more trouble caring.

"Not - oh, fuck - not like that one," he protests, but it's faint and rather futile, because his brain seems to be shorting out. The pressure of Gamzee's bulge in him, the burning stretch, the dull pain of the troll's hips against his with every thrust, the sharper sting of sharp teeth in his skin - it all burns through him, like his veins have suddenly been filled with fire, and it's good, that's the weirdest part. Nothing at all like you expect being burned alive to feel like.

It helps, a little, to think of it like that - to think of Gamzee as this force, this storm that just rages over and through him. And Dave rages back, as best he can. Years of Strife have taught his body to move on its own, without any input from his head, so he pushes back against Gamzee, reaching up to grip handfuls of that shaggy black hair, arching to sink his teeth into the troll's shoulder and cling for dear life.

He moves, fluid and rough. He isn't being swept up by the waves this time; he is the wave, flowing and rushing and trying to fill every crevasse. He aches and it's so motherfucking good. He'd be babbling, but his mouth is full of Dave as he bites and sucks at pale skin. The only noises that escape are deep ones from his chest and the high chirps in his throat.

His hands clench, claws digging in, and he pushes his head against Dave's hands, wanting the pull and sting. A moan rumbles up as Dave bites him, and he thrusts even harder, redoubling his efforts. They're building up together and it will be glorious once they reach the peak.

Dave grunts against Gamzee's shoulder, instinctively closing his jaws down harder, tightening his grip in the troll's hair, using his legs to tug his hips harder into Gamzee's powerful thrusts. Blood drips from countless superficial wounds, bruises form and heal within minutes of each other, and Dave's pretty sure he's going to be fighting the urge to walk funny for weeks after this, but right now he really can't bring himself to care.

Because there's heat building burning through him again, coiling deep down in his abdomen, and all he wants is to keep going until it snaps, radiating out from his head to his toes, taking him away like the raddest of flows.

Gamzee snarls, clawing at Dave as his hips piston. His bulge writhes even more madly within the human as he edges towards his climax, and he's barely conscious of the desire not to come first. All that matters is the thick pleasure that slides all over him like velvet. It's hot and sweet and tangy on his tongue, and the most intense choir in his ears. Every sense is bombarded and he wouldn't have it any other way.

But he can sense that Dave is close, and growls out his name against bloody skin. He surges and twists, encouraging Dave to bite deeper, pull his hair harder.

A muffled, keening whine starts up from the back of Dave's throat as Gamzee's bulge writhes frantically inside him, and suddenly, his mouth is filled with the odd, alien taste of indigo blood as his blunt teeth finally manage to puncture shallow, square wounds into Gamzee's thick skin.

He breaks away, his lips smeared in indigo, his head dropping back with a solid thunk against the floor beneath him, baring his throat and putting Gamzee's scar on full display. But he can't help it - with every muscle in his body drawing tighter and tighter as the pleasure winds through him, it's getting harder to breathe. His panting seems loud enough to fill the room, and he's not even aware of the fact that every other breath he takes seems to be exhaled on Gamzee's name.

Gamzee cries out, high and warbling, as Dave's teeth finally break his skin. His hands clench and he rocks forward with all his weight, breaking rhythm. It's not quite enough for him to come yet, but he's hovering on the edge, so close he can almost taste it. He whines out Dave's name twice, but then Dave is baring his throat and he can't resist leaning down to bite the scare again.

If his mouth wasn't full he'd be swearing and crying out Dave's name over and over, but only muffled groans escape as his hips jerk forward with each sound of his name.

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!"

"Dave-- Dave, fuck, Dave--" He's knocked loose from practically gnawing on Dave's neck and thrusts down to meet each of Dave's movements, breathless and so motherfucking close. He doesn't want it to ever end, but at the same time he needs to release the pressure building up deep within him.

When Dave arches Gamzee nearly screams, raw, and completely overwhelmed by how good Dave feels-looks-tastes-sounds. A thrust later and he's shaking as an alien shriek is torn from him. He's not the wave anymore, swept away just as helpless to the flow as Dave is. Time feels like it's slowed to a standstill and Gamzee deliriously wonders if Dave is doing it somehow before his arms give out. He's able to twist a little so he's not completely crushing Dave but otherwise doesn't stop the slump, too strung out on the pleasure to do anything but breathe and make small awed noises.

Fuck, that thought's never even occurred to Dave, and now he's going to have to experiment and see if he even has enough control in the middle of all that to slow time down - and avoid putting himself and whoever he happens to be fucking at the time back in the fucking 17th century or something like that.

Not right now, though. Right now, he has to focus on breathing, just getting his chest to go up and down - which is proving a little harder than it usually is, what with the way his muscles either seem to be made of water or quivering uncontrollably.

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.

Dave's starting to think he's going a little crazy, because there's something about Gamzee that's different from Tavros - not something as simple as build or personality, but deeper, like...like taste, or smell. Maybe he's been spending too much time around Terezi, but...yeah, Gamzee tastes and smells like indigo, whatever that means. It's sharper, more biting than Tavros' deep, rich chocolate brown, and fuck.

Dave echoes Gamzee's groan with one of his own, as the troll shifts slightly and a spark of pleasure/pain goes racing up Dave's spine. It's very possible that he blacks out for a moment, due to sheer sensation overload, his eyes rolling back behind his shades.

They're so intimately connected right now that he's hyper aware of Dave's every reaction. He'd feel so very smug if he wasn't too busy trembling and gasping with the surge of too-much-fuck-can't-take-any-more pleasure as Dave's body moves even that tiny bit.

He knows he should pull out, and ease the intensity for both of him, but part of him doesn't want to move and the rest of him doesn't know if he can right now. They're certainly both very, very well fucked right now, and that one does make him smirk a little, even if he can't put any of the bite he wants to in it.

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