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[Gamzee snarls when that delicious pressure suddenly leaves him--a little glut of fluid that had been building follows and splatters on the floor, but the sound isn't nearly enough to be satisfying to hear. He doesn't cooperate with being flipped at all, smirking when he feels his knee make contact hard with some part of Dave. Serves the little nooklicker right. Then he's blissfully full again, and the different angle somehow manages to feel even better. He moans, loud and low, effortlessly moving with the pull on his horn, and even twisting and arching further. He's a motherfucking flexible fucker, so he might as well show off just how flexible he can be. And--

Oh fuck yes!]

[He can't finish, yelling as the pleasure increases. He feels really motherfucking close, but hell no, he's not gonna give in and come first. Even if that pinch drags a high pitched and lewd sound from him that he's never heard anyone make before.]

[Hey. Hey. Dave has only ever licked one nook, and that's none of Gamzee's business. What might be Gamzee's business, though, is the way those noises he's making are affecting Dave just as badly as the way his nook tightens spasmodically around Dave's dick - and fuck, sometimes Dave can't decide if being as auditory as he is counts as a good thing or a bad thing.]

[He redoubles his efforts, ignoring the way his knees start to ache almost immediately from the pressure of bracing himself on the floor for his thrusts. He lets Gamzee's bulge curl around his fingers, stroking and pinching at the tip, and cranes forward a bit to mouth roughly at the horn in his grasp.]

[Gamzee is shaking, trying so hard to resist. He bites his lip, blood dripping down, but gives up on that and just starts voicing every sound that wants to bubble forth as he tries to ride the pleasure and not motherfucking come too soon. He moves with Dave, in perfect sync, and swears loudly, nearly shouting in between the moans.]

[Moaning Dave's name sounds lewd to him, but it's too good, so he doesn't stop. His volume keeps increasing, and his pitch even goes up as Dave mouths his horn. Then he can't hold back anymore, and comes so damn hard with a full volume, drawn out cry of Dave's name. His vision goes white and then starbursts into a million beautiful colors and everything is drowned out in white noise.]

[The minute Gamzee starts chanting his name, swearing and moaning like that, Dave knows he's done. It's like the best kind of audio porn, and it certainly doesn't help when Gamzee wails like that, clenches around Dave, and sends indigo fluid splashing down onto the floor and across Dave's legs.]

[He thrusts deep into Gamzee, bends to bite down hard on the troll's shoulder to muffle his moans, and comes with a full-body shudder.]

[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.]

[Dave collapses on top of Gamzee, panting, and it's only after the heat building up becomes too much that he pulls out and rolls to the side, ending up on his back, with his arms spread to either side.]

[He should probably do something about the fact that he's still slowly bleeding all over the floor, but it seems like way too much work to deal with right now. Especially since he knows he'll heal it all - eventually.]

[He growls a little at the weight but doesn't protest, barely moving even when Dave pulls out.

He needs a shower but feels too contented to get up.]

[The way he says that is almost fond, but mostly incredibly possessive.]

[He considers that for a moment, taking a rather cursory inventory of his injuries, staring up at the ceiling - and then he shrugs.]

[He finally notices the other troll's conspicuous absence, sits up - and then promptly hisses in pain and grabs at his side.]

[Gamzee shifts and starts stretching until his joints pop. Part of it is because he's showing off for Dave--he knows he looks motherfucking good, even if he's a little on the too skinny side--and partly to try to work out the soreness and try to stave off the trembling that's coming back now that the adrenaline is fading. He can't help a really darkly smug smirk when Dave notices Tavros missing.]

[Then he frowns, concern seeping into his voice. It was probably--he hopes--just Tav being uncomfortable with blackrom in general, but he's still worried for Tav.]

[There's not a whole lot of heat behind those words, Dave being rather distracted by the lanky troll - fuck the guy may be a crazy juggalo asshole, but Dave has to admit he's hot. He hauls himself to his feet and performs his own series of rather careful stretches, wondering just how long it takes for the God Tier healing thing to set in, and whether or not most of these are going to scar.]

[He shrugs into the last bit of his clothing - although he doesn't bother with the hood for now, fucking thing's pretty ridiculous, anyway - and turns to go. For a moment, though, he pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.]

[He smirks when he feels Dave's attention on him and starts gathering his own clothes. He may have lost the round, but as long as he has Dave's attention, it's enough. Knowing Dave will remember this, and will think about it enough to make him come back for more is a very fulfilling feeling. That, and he has free reign to find all the ways to torment him.

Gamzee almost snorts at the crack about being fucked back into sanity, but... the urge to be super violent is less and it feels...satiated, instead of pacified.]

[The sort of apology makes him feel awkward, because he knows that Dave got taken for a sucker as much as he did. His religion was always only a manipulation tool to make him fuck things up. He does feel bad about making the universe terminal though, even if this makes his black feelings dim ever so slightly. His voice lowers to a whisper directed at Dave's back.]

[Dave does snort at that.]

[He kind of feels awkward about Gamzee's apology, too, since that's not what they're about, apparently. So he shrugs and waves a hand over his shoulder, starting off again.]

[He thinks that over as he starts off to find Karkat. He's in serious need of a feelings jam over this. Just before Dave turns the corner he speaks again.]

guess there wasn't no motherfuckin way around it

WaTcH yOuR bAcK dAvE
bRoThEr'S gOtTa KeEp HiS kIsMeSiS oN hIs ToEs

[And then he's off.]

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