[Dave slips a hand down to stroke himself, smearing remnants of Gamzee's indigo fluid and his own clear precum over his length, seeing the curiosity in Gamzee's gaze.]
[There's so much curiosity burning through him - what does Gamzee taste like, what does he feel like, what kinds of noises does he make - but Dave knows he doesn't have time for that. None of the careful exploration there is with Tav - this is all about dominance, and Dave's not giving that up. Not now that he has it.
So he drops to his knees, grabs Gamzee's legs, and drapes them over his shoulders before reaching down to grip himself with one hand, lining himself up.]
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[There's so much curiosity burning through him - what does Gamzee taste like, what does he feel like, what kinds of noises does he make - but Dave knows he doesn't have time for that. None of the careful exploration there is with Tav - this is all about dominance, and Dave's not giving that up. Not now that he has it.
So he drops to his knees, grabs Gamzee's legs, and drapes them over his shoulders before reaching down to grip himself with one hand, lining himself up.]