"God, yeah," Gamzee groans in relief, and loops his arm around the smaller boy's waist, anchoring him as he dry humps Tavros's ass enthusiastically. Everything is rough against his clothed cock, but he doesn't care - all he cares about is the warm body on top of him, the way Tavros is moving and making those little gasping sounds, the hard length in the Hufflepuff's pants that he can imagine he feels throbbing against his own palm. He rubs faster, more erratically as his own breath hitches in his throat, and he forgets they're in a semi-public place for a moment, moaning out loud.