Bracing his hands on the stone so as not to just push Tavros back and climb on top of him (though isn't that a tempting thought?), Gamzee makes everything deep and a little sloppy. It's probably a good thing he's not allowed to wear his make-up in class, or the Hufflepuff would be smeared with it from nose to chin from the way the older boy moves his mouth, fitting them together in as many different ways as he can think of.

Gamzee's kisses are heated and near desperate himself, and he doesn't even think to slow down so as not to overwhelm the other boy - it all just feels way to good for that, and if it feels good for him, it must for Tavros, too, right? It's easy for Gamzee to forget that not only is he older and farther along in puberty than Tavros, but he also has a rather voracious libido that outpaces most people he knows.