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Bringing up baby

WHO: Gamzee and Tavros
TONE: Goofy and silly, later swoony
RATING: PG-13 to R, possibly, depending
WHEN: Feb 9th through the egg event
WHERE: Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall
WHAT: Various egg shenanigans with the boys
STATUS: Ongoing

Gamzee hurries over to the Hufflepuff table - well, hurry is a relative term for him, he ambles a little more quickly than usual - holding a small wooden box close to his chest. Wisps of cottonb stick out every which way, and he sets it down next to Tavros as he spots the other boy, squeezing in next to him much to the annoyance of one of the younger boy's Housemates.

"I got it, bro, check it out!" he declares proudly, setting the box down, where the tiny snake egg is nestled in amongst all the cotton.

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He purses his lips so he could press a kiss to Gamzee's finger while it's by his mouth. He smiles, nervous but happy, and rests both hands on the older boy's thighs. They were in love, so it's okay, right? "Does that mean, there's something you, uh.. do... want me to do?"

"Well ... yeah, of course," Gamzee says, glancing down, cheeks reddening. "All sortsa shit. I guess I'm kinda a big motherfuckin' perv."

Tav's fingers curl tight into the fabric at Gamzee's legs, chewing his lip hard as he drops his gaze nervously, eying some stray spot at the older boy's chest. "I-I'll do it!" It sounds almost desperate, though it was less from want of it and more the hope that it'll keep Gamzee from ever leaving. He doesn't want to go back to being alone again.

The older boy slides his finger under Tavros's chin, tilting his head up. His face is a mix of eager and torn. "The one thing I want to be trying most ... we gotta wait on that one. That's gotta be motherfuckin' perfect, you know? Candles and quiet time and all that kinda shit, like real romantic - I don't think we got no place for that here."

He drops his eyes again, and then grins, slow and sweet and a little knowing. "But we can do some other shit, if you want to be. There's all sorts of business we can be getting up to."

Tavros lifts his head again, eyes going wide for a moment but Gamzee's words seem to help relax him a great deal, making him smile something shy and sweet. That was all he needed to hear, really. Even if he'd never really thought about what his first time would be like. After a time he'd stopped believing that he'd ever find anyone desperate enough to want him, let alone someone who'd actually love him enough to make it special.

"Whatever... whatever you want, Gamzee." He tugs the older boy down himself this time, wanting to steal another kiss.

Gamzee's grinning as he's pulled back in, pleased at the younger boy's reaction - he was totally doing this right! Karkat always gave him the best advice, and now the first time he actually did it, it was going to be amazing. But since Tavros was willing to mess around a little, now ...

As they kissed, he let his hands slide down the Hufflepuff's back, heading unerringly for his ass. Long fingers traced over the braces, then curved around the muscle, squeezing.

Tavros gets more from any touch to his lower back than he does his rear. He can feel some of it though, and it makes his upper body arch in closer to the larger boy. His legs lay dead and useless, not just because Gamzee was on them but because he wasn't concentrating on moving them. He's just too caught up in the other boy to think about anything else at the moment.

His fingers curl absently through Gamzee's hair, gently brushing up against the back of his neck. He's not sure what Gamzee wants him to do, so he's just going to roll with it for now.

That's okay, Gamzee's getting a lot/i> out of his hands on the smaller boy's ass, as is evident by the little noises he's making into the kiss. When he finally pulls back, his cheeks are flushed bright red, and the tent in his pants is ... well, quite substantial.

"Let's switch," he says breathlessly, and before waiting for an answer, he's crawling off Tavros and turning so that he can help the other boy maneuver into his lap. It'll take some work, considering the braces, but the Slytherin is determined to make it work - he really wants to rub up against that round ass, and then he can help Tavros out, too, if the Hufflepuff is cool with it.

He tries his best to pull himself around, using Gamzee's shoulders to pull himself up as the other boy sets his lower half where he wants it. When they're settled again he looks back up at the older boy's face, arms draping over his shoulders. He feels like he should say something but he doesn't know what it is.

Even so, he cant stop smiling, something small and silly and undeniably happy.

"This okay?" Gamzee asks, and now their faces are much more even - it'll be easier to kiss. There's a hard lump pressing into Tavros's bum and up between his legs (it's a rather substantial lump that can cover a lot of ground), and the Slytherin doesn't exactly have the most cushiony thighs to sit on, but he's warm and adoring, and that's got to count for something.

"Y-yeah..." He nods, fingers curling into Gamzee's shirt. If the Sltherin boy is uncomfortable to sit on, he can't tell nor would he care if he he was. The more he settles, the more he can feel that hard, warm heat as it presses in more to where there is some feeling. It's both embarrassing and exciting at the same time, though whatever reservations he has about being with another guy have flown right out the window. He's reacting himself, even if it's not quite as noticeable.

"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.

Tavros gasps into the kiss, but then curls his arms around Gamzee's neck and leans into it more. He licks playfully into the Slytherin's mouth the more comfortable he became, and he tries to move as best he can with the help of his magic braces, using whatever motion he had in his lower back to help.

He can only feel so much with the shield of his pants in the way, but it draws a soft sound out of him none the less because he could feel something. In regards to his lower half, feeling anything at all is a big deal to him.

The noise just stokes the fire in Gamzee's loins higher - a lot higher in fact. He moans happily into the kisses, grinding himself up against Tavros more firmly in a way that sends sparks shooting through him. With the position and the friction - well, it's like they're playing at the real thing, and the warm boy moving in his lap is reminding him of all sorts of thoughts and dreams he's had.

He manages to pull back about half an inch, murmuring against the Hufflepuff's lips, "Can you feel that?"

"Y-yeah, a little." He admits, his breath coming quickly. Between his braces and his pants, it made it hard for Gamzee to press as deep as he'd need to for him to really feel anything worth while, at least where his ass is concerned. Other things though, they were pressing needy and uncomfortable against the front of his pants.

Gamzee licks his lower lip, half nervous and half eager, and then he slides his hand down, warmly rubbing at the front of Tavros's pants, over his fly. "What about that? That okay?"

Tavros gasped and his breath hitched noticeably at the touch, hands gripping that much tighter against the older boy. Oh man, he can definitely feel that. His hips twitch faintly, like the wanted more couldn't quite get there themselves. It takes a moment before he remembers to nod. It's the first time anyone's ever touched him like that, so he's not even sure what to do with himself.

Gamzee himself is ridiculously excited that he's being allowed to do this, and he palms the smaller boy's erection through his pants, squeezing and watching Tavros's face eagerly.

"That's good, ain't it?" he asks, grinding up against the Hufflepuff's ass again and letting out a gasp of his own. "Like ... way fucking better than doing it yourself. Or. I mean, it is for me."

He bites his lip, gazing at Tavros with lust-dazed eyes.

He's trying very hard not to make any noticeable sounds, though a breathy gasp or a choked whimper still slips by anyway. His head gets all spinny as his breath starts to come faster. Those big brown eyes fall half lidded, and he has to bite his lip hard at a particularly delicious feeling squeeze.

It it made him feel this good with the pants on, he's not sure he'll even be able to handle it without them.

"W-way... better." Tavros manages after a moment, and the look he gives Gamzee is one of almost pure need without even meaning for it to seem so lustful.

Gamzee can't help but grin at that, something wide and maybe a little toothy and wickeder than he usually was with the smaller boy. He can't help it, the way Tavros looks right now ...

"You are so motherfuckin' fine like this," he groans softly, bracing his feet against the wall so he can rub himself up against the other boy better, his face flushed now, and his cock as hard as a diamond, it feels like. Every press against Tavros's ass sends sparks shooting up and down his spine, and he's pretty sure he can get off just like this, no problem. With each roll of his hips he uses his hand to rub and squeeze at the Hufflepuff's clothed erection, trapping the boy's groin between prick and palm.

"Finer'n cherry wine, sweetest motherfuckin' thing I ever saw," he panted and moaned, the words tumbling out heedlessly. "I'm gonna remember this- oh, shit, mnn ... "

Tavros has no idea how he looks. He feels awkward and nervous as much as he's turned on, but it comforts him to know Gamzee is still enjoying himself. Not that he isn't, he's just not used to doing something that makes it hard to think He worries about doing it properly for Gamzee, and he worries about making too much noise and they get caught. Distracting things, but not as distracting as that hand as the seconds ticked by.

The slight shift in position pulls a gasp from him as he can feel Gamzee press more firmly between his cheeks where he can actually feel things more substantially. Between that and the squeezing press of the other boy's hand he isn't going to last much longer, as evidenced by the way his breath is coming more erratically.

He holds on to the other boy tightly and buries his face against his chest to hide his moan, whimpering softly.

"You want me to keep going, annwyl?" Gamzee asks breathlessly. Because oh, god, he wants to keep going, even if it means having the spell the mess out of their pants before they leave here.

Annwyl. That nearly makes him want to bry.

He nods, managing to eek out a breathy little "P-please..." Later on he'll figure out he could actually help more by using his arms to move his body, but for now all he can think about is holding on. There was no way he can stop now, even if wants to. His end is already roaring up to meet him, and he tries to scramble as close as possible to the other boy.

"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.

Tavros probably should have tried to stifle that moan with his mouth, something to remember for next time. For now he's too busy trying to smother his own sounds in Gamzee's chest. Then all of a sudden it was over for him, too young and too new to have really lasted any longer. The sound he makes is like a startled whimper and he shudders, it rose up to take him so fast he had no warning. The front of his pants becomes damp under Gamzee's hand, and he has no idea what to do with himself besides ride it out.

Bringing up baby

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Gaaaah, HTML fail

i still love you

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