[He comes back from the brief white-out to hear Dave moaning his name and biting hard into his shoulder. Part of him hopes those dull teeth manage to draw blood, but it's drowned out with another burst of pleasure. Knowing that, and feeling, Dave spilling his genetic material inside him is intensely good. Gamzee moans again and shudders before letting his head drop. He feels utterly exhausted in the good way and terribly out of breath.]



[Okay, talking is definitely out of the question, so Gamzee just lets his eyes fall closed and breathes.]