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[paradiseblossoms]

CLOSED to Dave Strider (sicknastiest), Tavros Nitram (mybfftinkerbull), and Gamzee Makara (honkalypse).

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[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He's happy to slide his hand further between Gamzee's legs, rubbing his fingers over the spot where he's pretty sure Gamzee's nook should be - hey, a couple interactions with Tavros don't exactly make him an expert on troll biology.]



[Gamzee obviously does not prefer his nails on the shorter side, like Tav does, because they're suddenly in Dave's wrist, and fuck that hurts. He drops the sword, which clatters to the ground, and bends to sink his teeth into Gamzee's shoulder, growling softly.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[For a couple moments he doesn't move away, even with the sword gone. He's too busy pressing Dave's fingers over so they find the right spot and jerking down into the touch. It was a bad distraction, he realizes now, because yes, oh hell yes, he does; he wants to feel Dave in him right now. His breathing is shaky and he moans again, but it becomes something close to a trill when Dave bites him. That growl shouldn't feel so fucking good.]



[He bites down on his lip again to hold back another sound and then sends his elbow back in an attempt to break away. Fuck. This will end too soon if he doesn't get the upper hand.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That pointy elbow finds its way right underneath Dave's ribs, and he doubles over - at least, as much as he can with his body pressed to Gamzee's. Mostly, what ends up happening is his chin hooks over Gamzee's shoulder and his hands go slack while he tries to get his breath back.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[In the end it's too tempting. Gamzee just turns, fisting one hand in Dave's hair again to pull him up for a kiss and then sliding his other hand down to fondle Dave's cock. There's a moment of hesitation because that feels so...different, but it doesn't last and he growls into the kiss.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's panting into the kiss, still trying to get his breath back, but he still manages to buck his hips into Gamzee's touch, a low sound rumbling from the back of his throat as he bites at Gamzee's bottom lip.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee laughs and pulls back long enough to get his hand inside Dave's pants--a really tight fit but he doesn't give a damn. Skin on skin makes him groan, vibrating through him and into the kiss.]



[He trails off, focused on exploring by touch. It just feels so...odd. He'd assumed that because humans looked pretty close that it would be almost the same but this-- It feels good though, and he growls as he resumes the kiss, squeezing firmly.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Fine then - two can play at that game. Dave worms a hand past Gamzee's waistband, too, and he's a little more familiar with what he finds. He gives the slick length of Gamzee's bulge a few languid strokes, unperturbed when it curls around his wrist, and then remembers something that always sets Tav off. Maybe that's common among trolls. One way to find out.

He slips his hand up the length, pinches the tip of Gamzee's bulge between long fingers - again, with rather more force than he ever uses on Tav.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[He can only think that Dave really knows what he's doing. It makes sense, already having his flushed quadrant full while Gamzee only has pale, but it's a little worrying. Gamzee really doesn't want to lose so easily, but Dave is so very good at getting the--]



[There's a hiss and a low rumbling growl as he dips his head down to bite Dave's shoulder. Just a little too rough, but he doesn't complain, just squeezing Dave harder in return as he settles into a rhythm with his hand.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav's been watching, vigilant, caught between ensuring nobody dies of blood loss (mostly Dave, especially Dave, best bro be damned, he's human) and resisting the urge to jump in himself. Somewhere amidst the scuffle, he found himself on his feet again, prowling restlessly along the perimeter of their violent flirtation. He's sure to give them a wide birth, of course.

Tantalized, he watches Dave handle Gamzee's dick the way he would Tav's, only much more roughly, and he doesn't quite realize it, but when he pulls out the oh-so-fucking-wonderful pinching maneuver, he responds vocally.]

sH-SHIT,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave makes a rather unintentional whining noise as the bite on his shoulder and Gamzee's harder grip edge closer to the pain side of the scale, but fuck if he's going down to a crazy-ass troll.

Ignoring the pain as best he can - as well as the slow, slick drip of his blood from several different points on his body - he repeats that too-rough pinch, then releases Gamzee's bulge to dip his fingers lower. With little preamble, he slips two fingers into Gamzee's dripping nook, turns his head to run his tongue along the shell of Gamzee's ear.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee shakes, and makes a keening noise at the intrusion. This is actually more than he's ever done to himself, because of his bad habit of spacing out during those times when he'd felt the urge. Hell, sometimes he'd gone and wandered off to something else entirely, too sopor addled to even finish. And sopor, he's discovering, apparently dulled every motherfucking thing down to almost nothing, because this is so much more intense than even his best moments of self-exploration. He's pretty much lost the battle unless something suddenly tips the scales and he knows it. But like hell is he going to surrender quietly.]



[He can't keep the desperate--and frankly, getting moreso by the touch--noises down, but he leaves scratches and bruises everywhere he can as he tries to keep his feet on suddenly very unsteady legs.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He can feel it, he knows he's won, and the knowledge sends a strange thrill through him, making his cock jump in Gamzee's grip. Even the fresh scratches and bruises only make him perversely harder, and he thrusts his fingers in and twists in a way he knows makes Tav produce those strangely erotic chirruping noises - all the better because they're entirely alien, and nothing a human could ever make.]



[He reaches up with the other hand, grabs one of Gamzee's horns again, and pulls, trying to force the troll to his knees.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Dave gets the noises he's looking for; Gamzee shocked at even making them. He stumbles to his knees, but fights back by pulling his hands away and slashing his nails down Dave's chest. But he's lost, and it's an amazing, visceral thrill. He's going to be fucked until he screams and he just can't wait, whole body humming with the urgency. Gamzee snarls and lashes out again, but his head is also tipped back to expose his throat--mute acknowledgement that he's surrendered. Submitted.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[He waits, lingers a moment longer, and listening to the two of them becomes too much. Knowing what they're going to do, it's all too much. He can't watch anymore, and he knows he's being irrational, this is totally normal, but Dave's human, his relationships are different from troll relationships. He shouldn't be feeling jealous, damnit, it isn't right, but there it is; that sick, turning feeling couldn't possibly be anything else. So Tavros turns and retreats without a sound.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Distracted as he is by the burn of the wounds marking his entire body, the thrill of Gamzee on his knees, and his own efforts to shed his remaining clothes as quickly as possible, Dave doesn't notice Tavros disappear. Part of it may be that he isn't expecting it, because Tav sort of agreed to all this, but a greater portion is that he's gotten himself all wrapped up in this weird hatesex thing, and he's going to run with it as far as it'll take him.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee notices, but only distantly. His only thought right now is that it got a little too black for Tav to be fully comfortable with it. There's a little concern, but aside from resolving to talk to him about it later, nothing else.

Then Dave is ordering him to get naked and Gamzee wants too much to do more than snarl a little in token defiance. The fabric is damp and leaves streaks of indigo along his thighs when he pulls off his pants and tosses them somewhere. Like his horns his bulge is very long and slender, almost elegant. He cups himself, letting it wrap around his fingers. The red streaks that Dave's blood on his hand leaves behind shouldn't be nearly so arousing.]



[Then he looks up at Dave, curious. If this wasn't so black he'd want to take all the time to carefully explore the differences between them, but as it is he just looks, eyebrows furrowing a little as he tries to figure how humans work from sight alone.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Oh fuck. The dirty talk--so very dirty--drags a needy sound from him and he shudders.

Then he lashes out again, as Dave's maneuvering thuds him down on his back. The shock of it and the sheer vulnerability of the position feels so good. He kicks Dave in the shoulder before allowing himself to be grabbed and positioned the way Dave wants. The raking of his nails down Dave's cheek is mostly spite at this point, but also to get more blood going. He fists one hand in Dave's hair and yanks down, not caring that he's bent in half--he's flexible enough for that and so much more. He licks Dave's cheek and then kisses hard, lifting his hips a little in a silent demand.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave twists his head to the side as Gamzee's claws open up red lines down his cheek and he hisses into the kiss, snapping his teeth down on Gamzee's tongue when it pushes into his mouth. He brings up his other hand to clench around Gamzee's throat again - the troll's legs slip down to rest at his crooked elbows, but that's all right - and he mutters against Gamzee's lips.]



[He rolls his hips forward sharply, burying himself in Gamzee's nook in one smooth motion.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[He growls at the bite, rumbling deep in his chest, and deepens the kiss, letting his teeth nick where they will. Everything feels motherfucking amazing, and he smirks in challenge when he feels the fingers close around his throat, ready to answer--

And everything might as well have just exploded. Sudden sharp stretching in his nook with a burst of pleasure so thick and heavy it's almost painful. He spasms around Dave's cock, and his head snaps back with a rattle as his horns hit the floor and scrape across it. His mouth is open but the sound he makes is outside the realm of human hearing. As the cry fades in his ears, all he can do is mutter 'fuck' over and over in a breathless litany. Much more of that and he will scream, or end up coming sooner than planned.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That would be perfectly okay with Dave, since he's finding that more experience does not lessen how amazing troll nook feels around his dick. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to that feeling, all warm and slick and gripping in fucking fabulous ways.]



[He keeps one hand clamped around Gamzee's throat, slides the other between them to dance his long, sword- and turntable-calloused fingers along the slick length of Gamzee's bulge. He sets up a quick and fast beat with his hips, driving deep into Gamzee with each thrust.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]