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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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When they get to the stairs he shifts his grip so he can hold on a bit more firmly as they start to make their way up, staying close as the staircase swings around to change direction. Tavros was able to relax more without people staring at them, and he smiles up at Gamzee, nervous but excited too.

"I think... I know how you feel."

"Yeah?" Gamzee asks, looking down at the smaller boy, trying to take the stairs slow enough so that he won't fall. Frankly, he'd like to scoop the other boy up in his arms and just run with him, but even the normallt spacey Slytherin realizes that might not be the best thing to do to an already embarrassed Tavros in public. "Were you all worrying about it, too?"

"I think worrying, is the thing I am most adept at doing, out of everything." He's okay now, content to breath in all the odd and not all legal scents that Gamzee carried on him at any given moment. Tavros moved as swiftly as he was comfortable, just wanting to spend some time alone with him.

The taller boy laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess that's kind of your motherfuckin' specialty."

They mounted the last set of stairs, then headed down the hall to the little alcove Gamzee had been thinking of. "You don't got to worry about this, though, yeah? Because this is rock solid, ain't a thing what can shake it."

Tavros just smiles and looks up at Gamzee with a huge, heartfelt expression. He's never been so in love, so devoted. It makes everything else seem like a non-issue, no where near as important as the taller boy next to him. Not ever. "I trust you."

The Slytherin grins back, his heart just about full up with how much he adores this kid. Seeing no one around, he gives in to his impulse and scoops the smaller boy up, braces and all, to set him on the window ledge, then crawls in after him, drawing the curtains behind them. Of course, anyone outside can see them in the window, but he doubts many people are going to be staring up here.

Gamzee leans forward on his knees, one hand braced on the stone as he closes the distance between himself and the Hufflepuff. "Now. Where the motherfuck were we?"

Tavros lets out a tiny, almost-squeak as he's hoisted up and set back down with a clank against the stone. He pulls himself as deep into the alcove as he could to make room for Gamzee. Setting their snake baby down out of the way, he turns his attention back to where it's supposed to be.

He chews on his lip, face turning brilliant shades of red already and they haven't even done anything yet. It's clear he's nervous. No amount of love spellery could change first time makeout jitters. "I think maybe, you wanted to kiss me?"

"Oh, hell yes," Gamzee murmurs fervently as he reaches out for the other boy's face. His fingers stroke along Tavros's cheeks, then settle at his jaw as the Slytherin leans in and presses their lips together without any further preamble. He licks into the smaller boy's mouth eagerly, trying to pick up where they left off with an excited hum. Part of him can barely believe he's doing this - making out with Tavros Nitram on a window ledge? It's almost too cool to be really happening.

Tavros makes a startled little sound, but falls right back into the kiss. His arms curl up around Gamzee's shoulders, clutching tight at his shirt. The pounding of his heart is so loud he could hear it clear as day in the back of his own head. He's desperate as much as he's nervous, and so very, very happy.

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.

He does get a bit overwhelmed in the beginning, trying desperately to be able to keep up with him. It's not something he blames Gamzee for, never. Obviously it's his own failings that are the problem. So he just holds on and pulls in little gasps of air when he finds a moment to breathe.

It's far from unenjoyable though. He's young and small compared to Gamzee but he's like a puppy eager to please, wanting so much to make the older boy happy so he won't ever leave. Tavros is tired of being sad and alone, and now he finally has someone that loves him and thats all he ever really wanted.

Finally, finally the older boy comes up for air. His pupils are wide and dilated, his lips swollen and shiny with spit, and his expression is rapturously enamored as he stares at Tavros from only a few inches away.

"Oh, damn," he murmurs, "Damn, damn but that's good. You like it? Is it okay?"

Tavros looks much the same, though closer to bewildered and entranced. His heart is rushing so hard that he actually worried he might pass out from it. He smiles though, pulling his fingers out of Gamzee's hair so the tips of them can run along the older boy's face, touching him delicately with a lingering bit of amazement.

He nods, actually laughing softly because that seemed like a really silly question to ask. "I love it, actually." Nerves and all.

"Good, because I don't want to be stopping," Gamzee admits, tilting his face into those gentle hands. Then he gives in to his urge and throws his leg over Tavros's lap, so that he's perching on the smaller boy's thighs. He's careful not to put his full weight down, mindful of the braces, but he wants to get closer, and this is the best way he can think of how.

"Ever, but I guess a motherfucker's got to eat and piss sometimes," he adds thoughtfully, before leaning down to start in on the kissing again, just as deep, but this time a little slower, savoring it now that he knows Tavros isn't going to push him away.

The position only serves to make Tavros feel that much smaller, but he's far from complaining. He leans up into the kiss, using Gamzee's shoulders as leverage to even lift himself up into it a bit. With the amount of spills he's taken in the braces, they'd probably be fine with the Slytherin sitting on them, but that's not even remotely a thought that's coming to mind.

Nor is the fact that they ran out of class and it had been pretty obvious what they'd planned on doing and nobody would have been wrong.

Raising his hands to cup Tavros's face, the older boy moved from one long, deep kiss to several smaller, sloppy kisses which makes the soft noises he's making more obvious, whenever their lips part briefly. There's also something hard and stiff poking the Hufflepuff in the stomach - wearing baggy pants with his robes open is not a great way to keep an errant boner under control, even though Gamzee's not trying to rub up against Tavros or even press up to him.

It doesn't exactly register at first what's poking him, but he's not that far off himself when it comes to physical reactions. He's never had this before, never been this close to someone. But his own pants are far tighter and have his braces strapped over him, making it far less obvious for the younger boy.

He doesn't quite get it until his hands trail down Gamzee's sides to his hips and he notices the way his pants and rober are pulling and- oh. Oh.

When their kiss breaks he bites his lips and glances down, as though his face isn't read enough already. If Gamzee wants something.. more, he won't complain. He's nervous as hell but when Tavros is in love, he'll do anything to make the object of his affections happy.

Gamzee's just looking down at the Hufflepuff's face, and it takes him a moment or two to realize why the other boy might be blushing - he glances down himself, and then chuckles sheepishly.

"Oh, damn, sorry, bro," he says in a soft, rueful voice. "I didn't be meaning for that to happen, it's just, you know, you're so motherfuckin' fine, makes me wanna holler improprieties, you know?"

"I-it's okay!" He peeks back up at Gamzee, chewing on his already swollen lip. "I just.. I, uh... I've never.. uhm.."

Needless to say, Tavros is as virginal as they come, but he's young and curious and so very, very in love. If anything he worries about being a disappointment due to his vast personal inexperience.

"Yeah, me, either," Gamzee agrees, running his thumb along the smaller boy's swollen lower lip, marveling how good a look it is on Tavros. He and Shinra fooled around some, yeah, but they never went very far, nothing more than some enthusiastic groping in closets. "I ain't gonna make you do nothing you don't want to, though!"

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.

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