"Good, 'cause you got me feeling just about perfect there," Gamzee declares, and there's something that looks suspiciously like a leer to his smile, though it's tempered with earnest and excited teenage-boyness. "C'mere."

And he wraps his arms around Tavros's waist and pulls him into another kiss, and another, and another, feeling like he's going to get dizzy from these sweet things. And maybe if he rocks his hips up a bit into his bro, that's okay? He's not going to dislodge Tavros, after all, just ... rub a little.