[Yeah, Tavros, that's not the kind of thing you say to a drunk dude with a crush on you ... you know that, right? Because what happens is he kisses you again, for real this time.
The Slytherin's lips are soft, or maybe they're just wet, it's hard to tell, and he's gently moving them against Tavros's, licking at the Hufflepuff's bottom lip, one hand coming up to stroke at the smaller boy's hair, along the side of his face. It's a sloppy kiss, but it's sweet and tender, too, and after a few moments, Gamzee pulls back, an uncharacteristic mix of worry and happiness on his face.]
Oh, woah, uh ... shit, sorry again. Pretty sure that one was my motherfuckin' fault.
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The Slytherin's lips are soft, or maybe they're just wet, it's hard to tell, and he's gently moving them against Tavros's, licking at the Hufflepuff's bottom lip, one hand coming up to stroke at the smaller boy's hair, along the side of his face. It's a sloppy kiss, but it's sweet and tender, too, and after a few moments, Gamzee pulls back, an uncharacteristic mix of worry and happiness on his face.]
Oh, woah, uh ... shit, sorry again. Pretty sure that one was my motherfuckin' fault.