He mouths absently against Dave's ear, breathing hot and fast against his kismesis in between little growls. He doesn't bother speaking on the way to his block, just nudging and shoving Dave forward with his body.
He does fumble with opening the door, having to make extra sure he keeps that grip on Dave's wrists. He fully intends to be the one doing the fucking this time, unless Dave escapes and overpowers him. But once he does get them inside, there's a sudden crack as he pulls a whip out of his sylladex. Best way to make sure Dave doesn't escape is to tie him up a little, right? But he savors the reaction to the noise first.
That gets Dave struggling in earnest - because fuck no, it was bad enough having that thing wrapped around his neck for a split second the last time, he doesn't want to know what Gamzee could do to him with it while he's immobilized like this.
"Fuck, Gamz, don't you dare," he warns, although he's not sure how effective that is, what with his being frogmarched here with his hands behind his back. And fuck it's unfair that his wrists are so slim or that Gamzee's hands are so large, or that some combination of the two lets the troll hold onto both his arms with just one hand.
"I do not get off on having my skin stripped off."
"I'm not up and planning on cracking it all up and over you. DON'T GET YOUR WORRY ON. Any blood spilled will be up and only me. TOOTH AND NAIL."
He feels a little uncertain, because he hadn't expected Dave to object quite so seriously, and he can tell that it is. His voice gains an edge of that. "Was up and planning of it being all rubbing against you, HOLDING YOU FUCKING STILL."
There's no movement to do that though, because there's a fine line between the sweet black hate and platonic hate, and he doesn't want to create the latter in Dave. He'll make sure Dave isn't going to object to being tied first.
He hears that uncertainty, and oddly enough, it makes him boil, makes his blood go surging through his veins and sends his pulse thundering in his ears. And maybe it's the idea of being tied coupled with the thought of Gamzee being afraid to...to what, hurt him? But whatever it is, it's hot and deep and black.
Maybe he's getting the hang of this troll relationship thing, after all.
"Well, fuck," he says, shrugging as best he can, ignoring the way it makes his shoulders scream. "Why didn't you say so?"
The tension runs right out of him, leaving him loose and relaxed in Gamzee's grip.
"I mean, I didn't need to tie you down the last time, but if you think you need the help, then - shit, why not? Not like it's going to bother me any."
The relaxation is confusing. Dave isn't supposed to be relaxed about this. He's just not supposed to... Fuck. He's not sure how to put it in words.
Then Dave keeps talking and Gamzee sees black. Pure, pitch black. Abandoned is the idea of going slowly and teasing Dave until he's begging, while Dave can't retaliate. He snarls, fitting his free hand--now without the whip--around Dave's throat and yanking his head to the side. The only care in his next action is to make sure his teeth line up exactly with the scar he'd left as he bites down, very hard.
Then, growling and with teeth still in Dave's flesh, he spins them and shoves Dave hard against the nearest wall, not caring that his own arm gets bruised up a little in the process.
Teeth in his neck, opening up that ugly scar, make him groan, and definitely not in a bad way - there is pain, an awful fucking lot of it, but fuck if that doesn't just make it better. He's definitely going to have to get Tavros to look at it again, though - that bite feels a lot deeper than the last one, and Dave has a moment to worry about whether or not Gamzee hit anything important before he's getting shoved up against the wall.
That grunt is a little more out of pain, and certainly results in some panting as Dave tries to regain the breath that's just been knocked out of him. It's hard to sound quite as put together when you're breathing that hard, but Dave does his best.
"Hit a sore spot, did I? Badass, revenge-murdering troll can't keep an inferior human in check? I mean, fuck - even - "
He stops there, though, because Dave Strider might tempt fate, but he's not an idiot. He doesn't know why he's goading Gamzee on like this, but he doesn't think he wants to go so far as to mention Tavros. He'd still like to be able to walk out of here at the end of this.
"Had a different kind of battle up and planned. SEE IF YOU COULD MOTHERFUCKING OUTLAST ME with all the best crazy slow mapping what you all got." Even the shout is muffled into Dave's neck as he licks and sucks, rough and hard at the bite.
He rocks against Dave once, twice, before pulling back just a little and sliding his hand and arm up under Dave's shirt. His intention is clear as he starts to yank up, but he speaks anyway. "DUCK THAT MARSHMALLOW NUB or this will fucking hurt more."
Or rip Dave's shirt, but that shit's up and coming off in one way or another.
Completely without his consent, one of Dave's long legs is suddenly wrapped around Gamzee's hips, tugging the troll tight to his body as he rolls his hips against Gamzee's in a slow, insistent rhythm.
He does duck his head at Gamzee's request, if only because he's not sure how these God Tier clothes work, and whether or not he can make more on the alchemiter. He doesn't exactly feel like finding out, so he lets Gamzee tug the shirt over his head.
"Well," he says, his voice a little muffled by the fabric of his shirt, "I seemed to do pretty fucking well for myself last time."
He doesn't finish pulling the shirt off and instead just leaves it tangled with Dave's arms and moves to his pants instead. Dave's leg around him like that makes him shudder and groan. It would be so easy to get that intense, full feeling of being fucked by the human back. So easy for Dave to get the upperhand. But no.
Fuck no. Gamzee punctuates his thoughts with bites that are gentler than the first but still enough to knick skin. His hands work frantically at Dave's pants. Clothes off. Now.
Oh, fuck that shit - Dave's not about to be naked while Gamzee flits about in all of his ridiculous clothing. He struggles out of the rest of his shirt while Gamzee attacks his pants, and then his calloused hands are sliding all over the troll, tugging and pulling at fabric and fastenings.
With Gamzee's mouth occupied on his neck, he finds the troll's horns are in easy mouthing reach, so he eagerly applies tongue to long, curved horns.
He chirps and trills in pleasure at that mouth sliding over his horns and Dave's hands working at his clothes. He lets Dave work, because that was going to be next anyway, and drags his nails down Dave's side as he busies himself by sucking on the marks he's leaving.
His bulge is nearly writhing already, but he can't help it at all; this is too intense for anything else.
Remembering last time, Dave lets his attentions get a little rough - he digs blunt nails into Gamzee wherever he can, tugs roughly at fabric so it rasps over pale grey skin, even goes so far as to apply his teeth carefully to Gamzee's horns in a soft scraping motion along the length.
One of his hands claws its way down Gamzee's lanky frame and slips past the loosened waistband of his pants, where Dave wraps long fingers around the troll's bone bulge and pumps, just once.
Yes, fuck yes. Gamzee likes the roughness, responding with throaty sounds and shifting into Dave's touches. The teeth on horns gets a little hiss, but it's a good one as he bites down and laps up more blood. He cups and kneads Dave's ass while moving against him, leaving lines and lines of so very shallow scratches--almost like papercuts--to irritate and sting.
But the stroke to his bulge makes his fingers dig in, drawing up thick beads of blood. "OH FUCK. ngh, Dave, fuck--"
He immediately hates himself for being so motherfucking responsive, but everything is so intense that it threatens to sweep him away.
Fuck, Dave doesn't mind those little scratches so much - they sting in a way that makes him hiss softly against Gamzee's horns, breaths low and harsh, and they heal up a hell of a lot faster than those gouges Gamzee cut into him last time.
Which, hey, speaking of which, kind of seem like they're making a repeat appearance as claws suddenly rake against his skin, and Dave gives a clipped, strained kind of noise that's half grunt, half groan, his leg tightening instinctively around Gamzee's hips and crushing his hand between their bodies, still wrapped around Gamzee's bulge.
He doesn't want to lose that incredible feeling against his horns, but at the same time he wants to feel that wicked and talented mouth against his. He wants other things too, and the desires are so conflicting. To fuck, to be fucked. To do it right here, with Dave shoved against the wall or to force him on hands and knees and enjoy him like that.
He groans and growls, getting impatient with himself and with the whole situation, while tonguing one of the bites he's left. The wall seems like a good idea, with Dave's leg wrapped around them like this. So Gamzee pulls a hand free, taking a moment to smack Dave's ass over the shallow cuts he'd left, and shoves his own pants down around his thighs. His bulge is wild, getting indigo all over Dave's hand and their stomachs, and he lets his hand join Dave's in part to gather some of that slickness. He's learned that humans don't have a nook at all (strange, backward species) so there's only one option, and he wants Dave begging unashamedly for more, not screaming in pain, mostly. That can come later, in a different situation.
Hey, the trolls created the human universe, it's pretty much their fault that humans don't have nooks. Or tentacledicks, which - speaking of which - keeps slipping through Dave's fingers as he tries to stroke it, indigo fluid smearing everywhere.
His hips jerk forward again at that smack, painful for a number of reasons, the least of which is not that there's thin rivulets of sweat running down his body, salt being rubbed into tiny little cuts - and that shit stings like a bitch.
And, fuck, he knows he should probably fight back, should probably resist - that's what all of this is about, right? - but he knows what it's like, sex with a troll, and he can't help but think that sex with Gamzee is bound to be really, really good.
If Gamzee had known that something they up and motherfucking did made humans nookless, he would have tried to change things. Honestly, he up and blamed it on the fucking frog being wrong. But those thoughts are pushed away by how Dave writhes against him, so hot and wanting and fuck damn is he going to give.
He reaches down and takes Dave's dick in hand with a few strokes, spreading indigo prettily all over flushed skin. Mm, good, it makes that skin nice and slick. He growls and then presses his hand back between his own legs for a second, letting out a high-pitched needy whine as his fingers dip into his dripping nook, getting thoroughly soaked and slick. "Be all motherfucking easier if you had a nook."
That's all the warning he gives before he busies himself with making sure Dave is slick enough to take his bulge. "FUCK. Tight motherfucker, aren't you?"
"Yeah, 'cause this is all about making things easier for you," Dave snarls, though he can't stop his hips bucking into Gamzee's stroking hand, or the embarrassing whine that tears itself from his throat as Gamzee's fingers push into him. He can't help it - it's just so fucking good, and it makes him think about how much better it's going to be when Gamzee's bulge is in him, writhing in that completely alien way, and that just makes it so much worse.
He's no troll, but there's definitely fluid leaking from the tip of his aching dick, rolling slowly down the length of it, and even as it throbs against his stomach, smearing through that indigo painted all over him - and cut with just the finest hints of red - Dave digs deep and finds he can still manage words, even if they do come out a little strained.
"Nngh - yeah, you going to be able to handle yourself? It's - ah - it's not like your dripping wet nook, this shit'll - oh, fuck - m-milk you dry."
"Better be all getting your believe on. GONNA FILL YOU SO MOTHERFUCKING FULL UP WITH INDIGO. Stain up your insides with my color." He barely gets that out, with numerous pauses to gasp and groan in between words. Just the clench of Dave around his fingers drives him wild and he presses them deeper, exploring every contour by touch. This will feel so motherfucking good around his bulge.
But his nook is dripping wet, and he can feel that splendidly thick dick pressed against his stomach. Remembered sensations slither through him like liquid fire and he groans, loud and deep as he feels a drop of his fluids start sliding down his thigh with aching viscous slowness. Oh fuck is he wet. He wonders if Dave will get his revenge after this. Press him down and fuck him raw until he's nothing but sensation and liquid. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes. But another thought hits him. Who's to say they can't have motherfucking both at the same time? It would be a fucking awkward position, but his bulge is long enough. Be easier if Dave had a proper nook but Gamzee likes the idea. A lot. He hisses out low, needy sounds, and can't keep a chirrup away.
"Want to-- motherfuck. Want... Fuck you against the wall, BULGE ALL UP IN YOU. Or, ngggh, throw you on the floor. GET OUR MOTHERFUCKING ADVENTURE ON. Are you brave? TRY SOMETHING YOU DONE UP AND NEVER TRIED BEFORE?"
Well, Tavros might have thought of it already, but he'll have to take that chance.
Dave whines - fucking whines, although he'll deny it with everything he has if anyone ever asks about it - at the thought of Gamzee's bulge pumping fluid into him. He knows what that's like, knows it feels too fucking good to be allowed, knows it's just one more of those distinctly alien things that somehow drive him fucking wild. His hips rock against Gamzee's fingers, disregarding claws for now as he tries to force them deeper into himself - although Gamzee seems to be taking enough care with them.
That sound - all those fucking sounds, really, but that one last chirrup at the end - fuck, Dave loves that shit. The best fucking kind of turn-on, and it makes Dave shudder against Gamzee, wondering what the fuck he just thought of to make those noises come spilling out of him. Dave's attempt at a scoff comes out just a little shaky, but at this point, who's really keeping score anymore?
"Haven't you heard, bro?" he asks, and fuck, did his voice really just crack? What is he, going through puberty again? He got enough of that shit the first time around. "I'm a fucking hero. Suicide missions and all that shit - 'brave' is practically my fucking middle name."
Another chirrup, and another, as he shudders with how intensely he wants. Dave is up for it, and oh so soon he'll have his bulge deep in that madding, furnace-heat, while Dave's dick pries and stretches him open. It will be motherfucking perfect. Gamzee makes another sound, a deep growl that very nearly vibrates bone, and pulls Dave away from the wall. He shoves, letting himself follow down and rub all over.
Then he puts his natural flexibility to work. He has to turn his back--oh and isn't that a motherfucking thrill of danger and sweet-hot lust--and yank Dave's legs apart, while tipping forward and tangling his with the human's. It would be fucking painful for any length of time, but he's so flexible that the stretch just feels good. His nook rubs against the shaft of Dave's dick, but not quite hard enough to slip in yet, while his bulge writhes against Dave's balls and down between Dave's thighs. Gamzee has to shift and guide the tip in with one hand, but once it finds where it's supposed to go, it's all over wriggling and undulating its way in.
"GOING TO TAKE MY MOTHERFUCKING TIME. Get to know every inch full up in you. MAP THAT SHIT FULL OUT."
He looks over his shoulder, expression cocky, to watch Dave's face. To watch as he realizes what's starting to go motherfucking down. He can't thrust like this so it's sinfully torturously slow, only the movement of his bulge and minuscule, intimate grinds of his hips pressing him further in, and finally, Dave just a tiny bit into him. The stretch is there and he cries out, adding an alien sound of pleasure no human could possibly voice.
Dave goes down hard, the wind knocked out of him, and by the time he gets it back to protest the rough treatment, he's starting to wonder just what Gamzee's up to. He's staring at the troll's back - not a bad view, really, although there are certainly better ones - and reaching out to scratch or something, when Gamzee's bulge starts to force it's way into him, and suddenly his hands aren't scratching, but gripping desperately at Gamzee's bony hips, and when the fuck did that happen?
It's a little distracting, that feeling, and so he has to work kind of hard to focus on what Gamzee's saying, on the slight shift of muscles as the troll turns to look at him, and even then, it takes a moment for Dave to get it. He does, though, eventually - and it helps when he feels his hips buck up, trying to get Gamzee's bulge deeper in him, faster, because this slow burn is driving him mad, and the motion forces him to go sliding into Gamzee's nook, and -
"Ssshit," Dave hears himself say, and it comes out all slurred and almost unintelligible, because this is too much. There's that familiar, full sensation building in him from Gamzee's bulge, and his dick is sliding into that gripping, warm wetness, and that sound Gamzee just made, the one Dave can't even put a name to because humans don't make noises like that, they don't need a word to describe it - he's panting, he can hear himself, but he can't stop it, no more than he can release the death grip he's got on Gamzee's hips, like he's desperately trying to ground himself in the midst of all this.
Which, coincidentally, is exactly what he's doing.
Gamzee's entire universe narrows to him in Dave, Dave in him. It's exquisite. It's torture. There's nothing but small movements between them, too intimately connected to move more without bringing the other with them. His hips work in tiny movements that would be delicate, except it's not. It wouldn't be without that tie. It's all he can manage as his bulge writhes and undulates the rest of the way into Dave, and Dave's dick fills him so motherfucking full at the very same time. His hips will have bruises in the exact shape of Dave's splayed fingers tomorrow, but he can only feel the grip as a part of the whirl of sensation threatening to send him exploding into space.
It's as if his voice tries to make up for how his body can't manage moving like every instinct urges. More alien sounds of pleasure burst forth from among the more familiar moans and cries and curses. Once he's settled, as deep as bulge and dick can get, he's nearly shaking without how intensely he feels. Filled and filling, body a-quiver around Dave's dick and bulge writhing so enthusiastically it's nearly doing corkscrews in that furnace heat that clutches him so perfectly. Not base deep, because no position could manage that, but the base is tucked against the fleshy sack Dave calls his balls, and their movements make that contact and pressure feel very nice.
He takes a deep, ragged breath, back in an arch with head tipped back and mouth open to allow him to pant. "MotherFUCK, Dave. Dave-- FUCK, DAVE."
If there is a verbal equivalent to keysmashing, that's the sound Dave is making right now - has been making for the past few moments. Because it's not enough that he's got his dick in Gamzee's nook and the troll's bulge pressed into him, it's not enough that Gamzee's nook is pulsing and gripping and fuck, it's not enough that Gamzee keeps making those sounds - no. None of that is enough, because Gamzee's bulge has apparently decided that now is the best time to go fucking hogwild in Dave's ass, and shit that is quite possibly the most amazing thing Dave has ever felt.
Sex with Tavros is great - mindblowing, even, sometimes - but this is just...different. This is hot and hard and urgent in a way that sex with Tavros never is. That writhing is so good it's almost painful, Dave thinks for a moment that he might just come apart at the seams from the way it fills him up, and his mind goes oddly fuzzy around the edges.
He might be cursing, or pleading, or something, but fuck if he knows. His world seems to have narrowed to those two points of contact, his dick and Gamzee's bulge, and whatever's spilling from his mouth, he's not in control of it anymore. His hips twitch and roll in shallow waves, rocking him into Gamzee and then back onto the troll's bulge, and fuck, this isn't going to last very long.
Gamzee can't even form words anymore, aside from "Dave" and "fuck" and they are like dashes of flavor amid all the sounds. He sounds more desperate and needy with each passing second, hovering right on the edge as he moves with Dave. It's urgent, wild, and somehow perfectly in sync, like the best mixed song in history of ever.
Somewhere, he's aware that this could be dragged out, soft and slow and the sweetest torture, but that would be too motherfucking red. It's better like this, small desperate movements, and hungry sounds, and hands gripping at each other like they're the last things in the universe and they'll break apart and drift alone forever if they let go.
He can feel the pleasure like the tide, drawing out deeper and deeper, beaching the fish and the seadwellers, leaving behind only a sense of something is coming. Soon. And fuck, the wave will be the biggest motherfucking wave he's ever experienced.
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Date: 2012-01-15 07:51 am (UTC)He does fumble with opening the door, having to make extra sure he keeps that grip on Dave's wrists. He fully intends to be the one doing the fucking this time, unless Dave escapes and overpowers him. But once he does get them inside, there's a sudden crack as he pulls a whip out of his sylladex. Best way to make sure Dave doesn't escape is to tie him up a little, right? But he savors the reaction to the noise first.
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Date: 2012-01-15 08:01 am (UTC)"Fuck, Gamz, don't you dare," he warns, although he's not sure how effective that is, what with his being frogmarched here with his hands behind his back. And fuck it's unfair that his wrists are so slim or that Gamzee's hands are so large, or that some combination of the two lets the troll hold onto both his arms with just one hand.
"I do not get off on having my skin stripped off."
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Date: 2012-01-15 08:17 am (UTC)He feels a little uncertain, because he hadn't expected Dave to object quite so seriously, and he can tell that it is. His voice gains an edge of that. "Was up and planning of it being all rubbing against you, HOLDING YOU FUCKING STILL."
There's no movement to do that though, because there's a fine line between the sweet black hate and platonic hate, and he doesn't want to create the latter in Dave. He'll make sure Dave isn't going to object to being tied first.
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Date: 2012-01-15 08:55 am (UTC)Maybe he's getting the hang of this troll relationship thing, after all.
"Well, fuck," he says, shrugging as best he can, ignoring the way it makes his shoulders scream. "Why didn't you say so?"
The tension runs right out of him, leaving him loose and relaxed in Gamzee's grip.
"I mean, I didn't need to tie you down the last time, but if you think you need the help, then - shit, why not? Not like it's going to bother me any."
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Date: 2012-01-16 04:44 am (UTC)Then Dave keeps talking and Gamzee sees black. Pure, pitch black. Abandoned is the idea of going slowly and teasing Dave until he's begging, while Dave can't retaliate. He snarls, fitting his free hand--now without the whip--around Dave's throat and yanking his head to the side. The only care in his next action is to make sure his teeth line up exactly with the scar he'd left as he bites down, very hard.
Then, growling and with teeth still in Dave's flesh, he spins them and shoves Dave hard against the nearest wall, not caring that his own arm gets bruised up a little in the process.
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Date: 2012-01-16 04:56 am (UTC)That grunt is a little more out of pain, and certainly results in some panting as Dave tries to regain the breath that's just been knocked out of him. It's hard to sound quite as put together when you're breathing that hard, but Dave does his best.
"Hit a sore spot, did I? Badass, revenge-murdering troll can't keep an inferior human in check? I mean, fuck - even - "
He stops there, though, because Dave Strider might tempt fate, but he's not an idiot. He doesn't know why he's goading Gamzee on like this, but he doesn't think he wants to go so far as to mention Tavros. He'd still like to be able to walk out of here at the end of this.
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Date: 2012-01-16 05:07 am (UTC)He rocks against Dave once, twice, before pulling back just a little and sliding his hand and arm up under Dave's shirt. His intention is clear as he starts to yank up, but he speaks anyway. "DUCK THAT MARSHMALLOW NUB or this will fucking hurt more."
Or rip Dave's shirt, but that shit's up and coming off in one way or another.
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Date: 2012-01-16 06:13 am (UTC)He does duck his head at Gamzee's request, if only because he's not sure how these God Tier clothes work, and whether or not he can make more on the alchemiter. He doesn't exactly feel like finding out, so he lets Gamzee tug the shirt over his head.
"Well," he says, his voice a little muffled by the fabric of his shirt, "I seemed to do pretty fucking well for myself last time."
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Date: 2012-01-16 06:21 am (UTC)Fuck no. Gamzee punctuates his thoughts with bites that are gentler than the first but still enough to knick skin. His hands work frantically at Dave's pants. Clothes off. Now.
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Date: 2012-01-16 06:49 am (UTC)With Gamzee's mouth occupied on his neck, he finds the troll's horns are in easy mouthing reach, so he eagerly applies tongue to long, curved horns.
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Date: 2012-01-16 08:04 am (UTC)His bulge is nearly writhing already, but he can't help it at all; this is too intense for anything else.
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Date: 2012-01-16 08:44 am (UTC)One of his hands claws its way down Gamzee's lanky frame and slips past the loosened waistband of his pants, where Dave wraps long fingers around the troll's bone bulge and pumps, just once.
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Date: 2012-01-17 04:01 am (UTC)But the stroke to his bulge makes his fingers dig in, drawing up thick beads of blood. "OH FUCK. ngh, Dave, fuck--"
He immediately hates himself for being so motherfucking responsive, but everything is so intense that it threatens to sweep him away.
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Date: 2012-01-17 04:21 am (UTC)Which, hey, speaking of which, kind of seem like they're making a repeat appearance as claws suddenly rake against his skin, and Dave gives a clipped, strained kind of noise that's half grunt, half groan, his leg tightening instinctively around Gamzee's hips and crushing his hand between their bodies, still wrapped around Gamzee's bulge.
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Date: 2012-01-17 02:30 pm (UTC)He groans and growls, getting impatient with himself and with the whole situation, while tonguing one of the bites he's left. The wall seems like a good idea, with Dave's leg wrapped around them like this. So Gamzee pulls a hand free, taking a moment to smack Dave's ass over the shallow cuts he'd left, and shoves his own pants down around his thighs. His bulge is wild, getting indigo all over Dave's hand and their stomachs, and he lets his hand join Dave's in part to gather some of that slickness. He's learned that humans don't have a nook at all (strange, backward species) so there's only one option, and he wants Dave begging unashamedly for more, not screaming in pain, mostly. That can come later, in a different situation.
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Date: 2012-01-18 01:52 am (UTC)His hips jerk forward again at that smack, painful for a number of reasons, the least of which is not that there's thin rivulets of sweat running down his body, salt being rubbed into tiny little cuts - and that shit stings like a bitch.
And, fuck, he knows he should probably fight back, should probably resist - that's what all of this is about, right? - but he knows what it's like, sex with a troll, and he can't help but think that sex with Gamzee is bound to be really, really good.
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Date: 2012-01-18 01:40 pm (UTC)He reaches down and takes Dave's dick in hand with a few strokes, spreading indigo prettily all over flushed skin. Mm, good, it makes that skin nice and slick. He growls and then presses his hand back between his own legs for a second, letting out a high-pitched needy whine as his fingers dip into his dripping nook, getting thoroughly soaked and slick. "Be all motherfucking easier if you had a nook."
That's all the warning he gives before he busies himself with making sure Dave is slick enough to take his bulge. "FUCK. Tight motherfucker, aren't you?"
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Date: 2012-01-19 05:01 am (UTC)He's no troll, but there's definitely fluid leaking from the tip of his aching dick, rolling slowly down the length of it, and even as it throbs against his stomach, smearing through that indigo painted all over him - and cut with just the finest hints of red - Dave digs deep and finds he can still manage words, even if they do come out a little strained.
"Nngh - yeah, you going to be able to handle yourself? It's - ah - it's not like your dripping wet nook, this shit'll - oh, fuck - m-milk you dry."
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Date: 2012-01-19 01:43 pm (UTC)But his nook is dripping wet, and he can feel that splendidly thick dick pressed against his stomach. Remembered sensations slither through him like liquid fire and he groans, loud and deep as he feels a drop of his fluids start sliding down his thigh with aching viscous slowness. Oh fuck is he wet. He wonders if Dave will get his revenge after this. Press him down and fuck him raw until he's nothing but sensation and liquid. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes. But another thought hits him. Who's to say they can't have motherfucking both at the same time? It would be a fucking awkward position, but his bulge is long enough. Be easier if Dave had a proper nook but Gamzee likes the idea. A lot. He hisses out low, needy sounds, and can't keep a chirrup away.
"Want to-- motherfuck. Want... Fuck you against the wall, BULGE ALL UP IN YOU. Or, ngggh, throw you on the floor. GET OUR MOTHERFUCKING ADVENTURE ON. Are you brave? TRY SOMETHING YOU DONE UP AND NEVER TRIED BEFORE?"
Well, Tavros might have thought of it already, but he'll have to take that chance.
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Date: 2012-01-19 07:48 pm (UTC)That sound - all those fucking sounds, really, but that one last chirrup at the end - fuck, Dave loves that shit. The best fucking kind of turn-on, and it makes Dave shudder against Gamzee, wondering what the fuck he just thought of to make those noises come spilling out of him. Dave's attempt at a scoff comes out just a little shaky, but at this point, who's really keeping score anymore?
"Haven't you heard, bro?" he asks, and fuck, did his voice really just crack? What is he, going through puberty again? He got enough of that shit the first time around. "I'm a fucking hero. Suicide missions and all that shit - 'brave' is practically my fucking middle name."
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Date: 2012-01-19 09:32 pm (UTC)Then he puts his natural flexibility to work. He has to turn his back--oh and isn't that a motherfucking thrill of danger and sweet-hot lust--and yank Dave's legs apart, while tipping forward and tangling his with the human's. It would be fucking painful for any length of time, but he's so flexible that the stretch just feels good. His nook rubs against the shaft of Dave's dick, but not quite hard enough to slip in yet, while his bulge writhes against Dave's balls and down between Dave's thighs. Gamzee has to shift and guide the tip in with one hand, but once it finds where it's supposed to go, it's all over wriggling and undulating its way in.
"GOING TO TAKE MY MOTHERFUCKING TIME. Get to know every inch full up in you. MAP THAT SHIT FULL OUT."
He looks over his shoulder, expression cocky, to watch Dave's face. To watch as he realizes what's starting to go motherfucking down. He can't thrust like this so it's sinfully torturously slow, only the movement of his bulge and minuscule, intimate grinds of his hips pressing him further in, and finally, Dave just a tiny bit into him. The stretch is there and he cries out, adding an alien sound of pleasure no human could possibly voice.
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Date: 2012-01-19 10:09 pm (UTC)It's a little distracting, that feeling, and so he has to work kind of hard to focus on what Gamzee's saying, on the slight shift of muscles as the troll turns to look at him, and even then, it takes a moment for Dave to get it. He does, though, eventually - and it helps when he feels his hips buck up, trying to get Gamzee's bulge deeper in him, faster, because this slow burn is driving him mad, and the motion forces him to go sliding into Gamzee's nook, and -
"Ssshit," Dave hears himself say, and it comes out all slurred and almost unintelligible, because this is too much. There's that familiar, full sensation building in him from Gamzee's bulge, and his dick is sliding into that gripping, warm wetness, and that sound Gamzee just made, the one Dave can't even put a name to because humans don't make noises like that, they don't need a word to describe it - he's panting, he can hear himself, but he can't stop it, no more than he can release the death grip he's got on Gamzee's hips, like he's desperately trying to ground himself in the midst of all this.
Which, coincidentally, is exactly what he's doing.
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Date: 2012-01-20 01:57 am (UTC)It's as if his voice tries to make up for how his body can't manage moving like every instinct urges. More alien sounds of pleasure burst forth from among the more familiar moans and cries and curses. Once he's settled, as deep as bulge and dick can get, he's nearly shaking without how intensely he feels. Filled and filling, body a-quiver around Dave's dick and bulge writhing so enthusiastically it's nearly doing corkscrews in that furnace heat that clutches him so perfectly. Not base deep, because no position could manage that, but the base is tucked against the fleshy sack Dave calls his balls, and their movements make that contact and pressure feel very nice.
He takes a deep, ragged breath, back in an arch with head tipped back and mouth open to allow him to pant. "MotherFUCK, Dave. Dave-- FUCK, DAVE."
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:13 am (UTC)Sex with Tavros is great - mindblowing, even, sometimes - but this is just...different. This is hot and hard and urgent in a way that sex with Tavros never is. That writhing is so good it's almost painful, Dave thinks for a moment that he might just come apart at the seams from the way it fills him up, and his mind goes oddly fuzzy around the edges.
He might be cursing, or pleading, or something, but fuck if he knows. His world seems to have narrowed to those two points of contact, his dick and Gamzee's bulge, and whatever's spilling from his mouth, he's not in control of it anymore. His hips twitch and roll in shallow waves, rocking him into Gamzee and then back onto the troll's bulge, and fuck, this isn't going to last very long.
"Fffuck, Gamz. Gamz, I-I can't -"
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:21 am (UTC)Somewhere, he's aware that this could be dragged out, soft and slow and the sweetest torture, but that would be too motherfucking red. It's better like this, small desperate movements, and hungry sounds, and hands gripping at each other like they're the last things in the universe and they'll break apart and drift alone forever if they let go.
He can feel the pleasure like the tide, drawing out deeper and deeper, beaching the fish and the seadwellers, leaving behind only a sense of something is coming. Soon. And fuck, the wave will be the biggest motherfucking wave he's ever experienced.
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