[Gamzee watches his cousin over Tavros's shoulder for a moment, with a matching grin. He moans roughly for his friend when the smaller man presses back against him, and it's only a matter of moments for him to undo his trousers and reach between his legs to free his rock hard prick. A little adjustment and it's nestled warmly between the firm cheeks of Tavros's ass, rubbing eagerly there.

One hand settles on the smaller man's thigh, holding it up and spread for Kurloz, and the other strokes over Tavros's chest, then up to his throat, through his hair tenderly.]

Damn, if that ain't one of the finest sights I ever be burning into my pan. [murmurs, as he rolls his hips slowly, rubbing himself against warm muscle]