sortinghat_logs | Doing it like rabbits. Possibly. Okay, probably not.

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Doing it like rabbits. Possibly. Okay, probably not.

WHO: Tavros Nitram and Gamzee Makara
TONE: Goofy, sweet, awkward
RATING: M for Mature, though really it will be immature teenage fumblings
WHEN: Easter
WHERE: Tavros's house
WHAT: Gamzee goes to his bf's for the hols
STATUS: Ongoing

Gamzee was pretty excited. This would be his first holiday with Tavros since they'd really gotten together, and he was hoping that maybe they'd get some alone time. He wasn't sure yet if he was going to put the moves on the younger boy - he really did want it to be special, not just some quickie hand job in the bathroom or something - but hope sprang eternal and Gamzee pretty much thought about sex all the time.

Of course, there was the added bonus of getting to spend time with Tavros's mam, who Gamzee basically thought all mams should be like, she was like the ultimate mam. Plus, after that he'd been invited with Karkat to Professor Donoghue's house for some reason, which was awesome. This was going to be the best hol ever, he just knew it.

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"W-wha? No? A farrier is someone, who takes care of horse hooves and makes horseshoes." He grinned and laced his fingers through his boyfriend's and leans against his side. "Could be a while, said she had some errands to run so, uh... she might be a while."

"Shouldn't that dude be called a horsier, then?" Gamzee wondered, but really, he had way more important things to be pondering now. "Like, maybe hours?"

He squeezed Tavros hand and nuzzled at his ear and jaw in a way that the smaller boy was probably coming to recognize as Gamzee's, 'I want to make out' signal.

He was going to answer the horse question, but then just stops and smiles at the other instead. "Maybe hours."

Tavros leaned in closer and nuzzles back with a small hum, which Gamzee should recognize as his way of inviting more. "Maybe... a bunch of hours."

"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?

He didn't even get the chance to respond before he was suddenly distracted by that look. He'd seen that look before, the day Slick Beats hatched and unintentionally made them think they were in love before they actually realized it themselves. The memory made his stomach twist nervously. Not necessarily in a bad way, he just had a habit of over thinking himself into a mess.

Tavros doesn't pull away or try to stop him, instead he let his eyes drift closed so he could fall into the kiss like he always did. Gamzee always seemed to over take him when they kissed, not that he minded at all. he curled his fingers into the fabric of gamzee's shirt at his sides and tugged him in closer so he could feel the larger boy'd weight against him. It was still a comforting feeling, even if it did probably make things worse.

The taller boy made another low noise as he pressed against his boyfriend, one arm snaking around Tavros's waist to keep them molded together. The kiss went on for a long time before Gamzee pulled back just an inch or two to let them both breathe, pressing his forehead to the smaller boy's.

"Hey, uh, Tavros? Can I be asking you about something?"

Tavros gave a little hum with the kiss broke and settled contentedly into the embrace of the taller boy's arms. Of all the things they did together, this so far was is favorite. When Gamzee spoke again, he turned his head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"Of course."

Gamzee shivered at the kiss, then took a deep breath, biting his lip. "Okay. Um. Well, see, I was thinking. If you're down with it, we could ... we could maybe, you know ... I mean. Did you want to be fooling around some? Maybe, uh, with us lacking some clothes and shit?"

That was probably the least suave way ever to ask one's significant other if they were ready for sex, but Gamzee had lost anything he'd planned to say in the nerves of the moment.

The question really wasn't all that surprising all things considered, but his heart jumped anyway. Tavros chewed at his lip in that nervous way of his, and his fingers curled tighter into the fabric of Gamzee's shirt. He honestly didn't know if he was ready or not, even if they had messed around before.

Children could be cruel, especially to kids like him. People had said things, the sort of things that could follow a person around the whole of their life and would always hurt. What if it was true? Still, there was part of him already proving them wrong just by finding someone who wanted to be with him, and he was too scared of losing him to say no.

He hesitated for a long moment, then finally stepped back so he could take Gamzee's hand in his with a nervous smile and tugged him gently in the direction of his bedroom.

Though Tavros couldn't see it over his own insecurities, there was no way Gamzee would just drop Tavros even after a refusal like that. He'd be disappointed, sure, but he'd waited this long, he could surely wait a little longer. But the response his boyfriend did give him made his face light up, and he followed eagerly, practically squirming with excitement.

He was going to get laid!

Even if that just meant he was going to give a blowjob to Tavros and then rub up against his thigh until they were a sticky mess, it still counted, in Gamzee's book.

The happy, excited look on Gamzee's face helped a lot. It made him feel like he was doing something right, even if his nerves weren't going away. It just felt like he had a lot of extra work to do to be a good and wanted boyfriend, since he was a cripple and there were still a lot of limitations on the sort of things he could and couldn't do.

This he could do so, or at least try his very best.

Tavros lead Gamzee into his room and closed the door behind them, locking it as an after thought. He kept his hand in Gamzee's, his face already very red and they hadn't even done anything yet. Now that they were there, he had no idea where to start.

Gamzee wasn't quite sure where to start, either. Taking clothes off sounded like a good idea, but it was also farther than they'd ever gone, and just going right to that seemed a little abrupt.

"You wanna get it on on the bed?" he asked, a little shyly himself. "And, uh, maybe we could be doing some of that sweet kissing first, then, you know, other shit?"

Tavros chewed his lip and nodded, giving Gamzee's hand a squeeze. "O-okay."

Kissing was good. He liked kissing. Kissing was his most favorite thing to do with Gamzee now, occasional sloppiness and all. Why was this making him so nervous? They'd already made out pretty intensely before, where someone could have potentially found them no less.

He didn't move right away, still sort of stuck in that nervous excitement mode.

Gamzee was more than willing to take the lead, though, tugging the smaller boy's hand lightly to lead him to the bed, then crawling onto it and leaving Tavros room so he could join him and get his braces settled before the older boy started in.

He debated for a moment on taking the braces off first, but that would mean he'd need help doing something simple like arranging himself on the bed, so he sat down on the edge of the bed and used the braces to help get himself situated.

Tavros laid back and looked up at Gamzee, bashful but smiling and so very unsure of himself. "Hey."

The older boy smiled back, looking absolutely over the moon, even if he was nervous, too. He cupped Tavros's face in his hands, and leaned in to kiss him again, slow and deep, before pulling back again.

"Can I- ?" His hand dropped to one of the braces. "We don't need these, do we?"

He relaxed a bit into the kiss, reaching up to curl his fingers into the older boy's shirt. Tavros chewed his lip when Gamzee pulled back, already breathing a bit faster. This was really going to happen.

"Uhm..." It would be really hard to get his pants off if he didn't. "No not really. I don't think."

Gamzee peered down at them, and in the end, he required Tavros's help in pulling them off, no matter how much he wanted to try and do it on hi own. Once they were gone, though, he lay back down next to Tavros, rolling on his side so he could tangle his legs with the other boy's. It was a good position for more kissing, so that's exactly what he did - drew his boyfriend into long, eager kisses as he pressed their bodies together as close as he could. One hand worked up the back of the smaller boy's shirt, running up the bare skin of his spine with subtle excitement.

They were a bit annoyingly complicated, but still fair easier than his first pair. He was used them, and was able to unhook what needed to be unhooked. At least once he got his hands to stop shaking enough to do so. It's nothing he he hadn't done with Gamzee around before, but there was a weight behind it now.

The kiss helped like it always did, soothing his nerves enough so that he could enjoy himself. Gamzee meant everything to him, so he resolved himself to give him whatever he wanted, no matter how nervous he got. He played his fingers into the older boy's hair, trying to pull himself closer.

Gamzee plastered their bodies as close as he could while they kissed, then ruined it all as he started to work Tavros's shirt up, pulling it all the way up to his arm pits as they kissed, tongues tangling ... and then he had to pull back to get it off and over the smaller boy's head. His own shirt came off quickly after, stripped from his slender limbs and tossed aside as he gazed down at his boyfriend's bare chest excitedly.

"This okay?" he asked, but his hands were already going for the newly exposed skin, to rub over it, stroke it.

"Yeah..?" He smiled up at Gamzee, chewing his lip and reaching up to run his fingers along the older boy's neck and shoulder. His flush went from the tip of his ears and bled all the way down his chest.

"I would have said, no stop, if it wasn't."

Which Gamzee was going to happily read as he was allowed to do whatever he liked until Tavros told him to stop. He beamed down at the smaller boy, thinking that his boyfriend's smile was probably the best smile that existed. No, no probably about it.

He leaned down, pressing their bare chests together, and started nuzzling at Tavros's neck, nosing and kissing and then licking a little, tasting the skin. It felt so good, so stupidly exciting to be bare skin to skin like this that he felt like he was going to just shake out of his own body at any moment. It felt real, drove home that they were actually going to do this, whatever 'this' ended up being.

Gamzee wouldn't be wrong, even if Tavros would have trouble saying no if he wanted to. Being nervous and afraid was normal when it was your first time, right? He didn't even think that there was an option to not go all the way, he just expected it to be that way.

Tavros ran his hands along his boyfriend's back, feeling all the bumps and dips of muscle and bone and letting himself drift in the warmth his skin. Gamzee had always been so good to him, always made him feel so special. He tilted his head back, biting is lip because even just this felt so good.

He muttered something softly, too soft to be heard really, but it was heartfelt none the less.

"Mmmm?" Gamzee asked, sounding distracted. His mouth was tracing the lines of the other boy's collarbone, now, licking and sucking clumsily but enthusiastically as he rubbed himself restlessly against the bed. One hand stroked up and down the smaller boy's back, playing up his spine, then dipping down past his waistband to stroke over his tailbone.

"Love you.." He murmured, just a little bit louder, but then he dissolved in to far less intelligible sounds as Gamzee did his very best to divest him of his brain completely. He arched as best he could with his dead legs weighing him down, but the motion was still there as a testament to his own growing needs.

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