[He feels barely coherent, grasping at snatches of thought and drowning in sensation. Sound especially floats around and through him like a living thing, driving him higher and higher. The slick sounds of Dave sliding in and out of him getting wetter and wetter with each thrust. The sound of Dave's voice, and the whisper of skin against skin, punctuated by the scrape of his horns and the involuntary noises pulled from him. The heat Dave gives off feels motherfucking amazing, and he can feel it radiating from inside too. It almost feels better than the sensation of being ruthlessly pounded into like this. Almost. His hips pick up the beat flawlessly, squeezing Dave between his thighs and digging his heels into the human's back for the leverage to move.
It's getting a little hard to breathe, bent double like he is and with Dave squeezing his throat but Gamzee doesn't complain. Instead he smirks, having to work the words out.]
[His own bulge is curling and writhing in between and around Dave's fingers, squeezing and loosening. It's a bluff, because if it gets any better he thinks he might die from the sheer overload, but he's not going to admit that he will be desperate for this again and they haven't finished the first time yet.]
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Date: 2011-11-24 07:03 am (UTC)It's getting a little hard to breathe, bent double like he is and with Dave squeezing his throat but Gamzee doesn't complain. Instead he smirks, having to work the words out.]
[His own bulge is curling and writhing in between and around Dave's fingers, squeezing and loosening. It's a bluff, because if it gets any better he thinks he might die from the sheer overload, but he's not going to admit that he will be desperate for this again and they haven't finished the first time yet.]