-=he's not sure what actually does it, kurloz's talented tongue or the deep rumble of gamzee's words. tavros tilts his head back against gamzee's shoulder, eyes clenching shut as the first jolts of pleasure streak along his nerves like a momentary warning before the wave hits. his upper body snaps taut like a bowstring, and while he's not normally so vocal he tries for them, his choked back moans breaking into harsh, overwhelmed cries as light bursts behind his eyes=-
i thought i got this already sob