[He curses and swears, but it's garbled. Gamzee doesn't actually give a damn about the sword against his throat, but the intense sensations freeze him pretty effectively. He snarls out a raspy moan when Dave mouths his horn and his hips roll into Dave's hand. The rough treatment of his horn sends shudders through him and he fights the urge to give in to the pleasure.]
[But his hands are free, and he's happy to use them. One hand moves over Dave's, pushing the cupping hand further between his legs, with a stuttering, desperate sound. It's half actual want and half distraction, because his other hand snaps up to try to grab Dave's wrist and pull that sword away, and Gamzee is more than happy to get cut up if that's what's required.]
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Date: 2011-11-23 11:03 am (UTC)[But his hands are free, and he's happy to use them. One hand moves over Dave's, pushing the cupping hand further between his legs, with a stuttering, desperate sound. It's half actual want and half distraction, because his other hand snaps up to try to grab Dave's wrist and pull that sword away, and Gamzee is more than happy to get cut up if that's what's required.]