[Dave laughs, low in his throat, and pulls out suddenly, shifting his grip to Gamzee's hips and flipping the troll over onto his stomach. He grips and pulls, yanking Gamzee's hips up, and then thrusts back in, harder than before. He reaches out to grab one of Gamzee's horns, pulling so that Gamzee will have to arch his back, and so that Dave can murmur into his ear.]
[His thrusts are harder now, but still steady, and he slips his other hand around to fondle Gamzee's bulge again, finding that writhing tip and pinching, hard.]
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[His thrusts are harder now, but still steady, and he slips his other hand around to fondle Gamzee's bulge again, finding that writhing tip and pinching, hard.]