"Really?" And the look on Gamzee's face was so raw and eager and lustful, that it probably should have alarmed the smaller boy. He pressed his lips to Tavros's neck, making a soft sound, then kissed up to the other boy's jaw, before engaging his mouth wetly.

They hadn't really talked about this, and Gamzee knew he needed to ask before he went too far, but his mind was suddenly so full of possibilities, plans he'd dreamed up. It short circuited the rest of his brain, sizzling as it was with nearly painful arousal and worry - he didn't have candles, or ... or anything! How was he going to make this special? What if Tavros told him no?