Gamzee's never felt much shame about public make-outs - the only concern is one of the teachers noticing and coming to reprimand them. That, and any of the motherfuckers at this here table making his boy feel like less than the beautiful, shining dude that he is. So he keeps his arms wrapped around Tavros, staring down the other Hufflepuff as though daring him to say anything.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he murmurs to Tavros, and the very thought of going anywhere private with the younger boy is enough to accelerate the pace of the stirring in his pants. "Somewhere there ain't no motherfuckers to get all jealous and be trying to break this up."