005 ♑ [fifth honk]

[hystericull]

A BrOtHeR AiN'T TrYiN To gEt hIs hArSh aLl oN OvEr nOtHiNg sMaLl oR NoThIn
ExCePt tHiS MoThErFuCkIn nOiSe iS Up aNd gOiN FrOm sMaLl sPuDs tO FuCkInG SHIT.
IN LESS MOTHERFUCKING TIME THAN IT TAKES THE FUCKIN OPTIMISTIFFS IN THIS JOINT.
to all let fly from their.
MOTHERFUCKING TRAPS.
about how all it's gonna be gettin.
SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING.
bEtTeR
BuT It dOn't gEt bEtTeR, mY BrOtHeRs aNd bItChEs
It aIn't nEvEr gOnNa gEt nO BeTtEr
No mAtTeR HoW MuCh sPaRkLy fLuFfY NoIsE AnY OnE MoThErFuCkEr's gOnNa wAnNa pUkE AlL OvEr tHe
MOTHERFUCKING.
truth.

ThEy tAkE A BrOtHeR AnD CuT HiM ThE FuCk oPeN
ShOvE ShIt iN HiM WhAt's nOt nEvEr sUpPoSeD To aLl bEiNg iNsIdE
CrEeP AnD CrAwL AlL Up iN HiS FrIeD OuT PaN LiKe iT AiN'T BeEn bLoWn tO BiTs aLrEaDy
MaKe hIm gEt aLl uP In tHe hArShEsT BuSiNeSs wItH HiS ReSpItEbLoCkBrOs
SpEnD HiS SlEePtImE In tHe hAlLs wHeRe hE CaN'T GeT No mOtHeRfUcKiNg sHuTeYe
RiP ThEm gOoD BrOs hE Be aLl sPlItTiN ThIs mOtHeRfUcKiN ShItHoLe wItH FrOm hIm
MaKe tHeM GoNe fOrEvEr
without saying MOTHERFUCKING GOOD bye.
GiVe iN HiM SoMe WICKED MOTHERFUCKING URGES.
that he all ain't never been to feeling before.
MAKE HIM QUESTION his.
mother.
FUCKING SELF.

WhO ArE YoU, mOtHeRfUcKeR?

HaHa
HAHA.
haha.
HONK.
honk.
HONK.
honk.

WHO THE MOTHER FUCK AM I?

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[hystericull]

[Gamzee was lost the moment he felt Tavros' fingers tighten fast around the back of his shirt. Tavros had said that he wouldn't have moved away if he'd known Gamzee was intent on kissing him, right? He said that, so... so this would be okay. Right? This wasn't another thing that he thought would turn out, but ended up failing miserably?]

[He was so close he couldn't even breathe anymore. He was content to be held, he felt safe here, and warm, and things he hadn't felt for a very long time. It was almost worth the price of all of the mental and physical trauma. He could... actually say it was worth it, if you asked him right then, wrapped up, loved and protected. He was a killer. He was ruthless and angry and fucked up, but he was laying here like a helpless grub, completely crippled by his flushed feelings. His eyes were sleepy but focused as they searched for any indication that it was okay to continue. To go where he so desperately wanted to, but was afraid to venture again.]

[The decision was made for him when Tavros turned his own head, only the slightest shift necessary, sliding their lips together in a tentative brush. This was enough to send Gamzee's heart and pan into a full-blown BSOD. Both of them went into overdrive - reeling and racing and simultaneously shorting out all at once. He would not let this pass him by. Couldn't. The hand that was tangled in Tavros' shirt skirted up as Gamzee returned the kiss - putting a little more pressure behind it than Tavros had done with his initiation.]

[He'd never felt anything like it before in his life. He'd never ever kissed anyone before. It was an oddly wonderful feeling. Tavros' face was warm, his hands were warm, but his lips were warmer. Like they'd been when they were pressed to his face earlier. The surprise of it made Gamzee's eyes widen a little behind closed lids. If Tavros didn't want to turn his head, Gamzee would do it. Tilting to the side ever so slightly allowed him to kiss him without fear of bopping noses or foreheads.]

[And Gamzee kissed him. For the first time. And the second time. And the third time. And, oh, god, he couldn't stop. If Tavros objected to this, he'd surely push him off, right? It was becoming hard to care, at this point. His mouth was so soft and unlike anything he'd felt before. He wanted to keep tasting it, kiss after kiss, until he was parting his lips further, drinking in the warmth and the moisture and searching out more of the taste of him with his tongue, slowly pushing forward as his fingers found themselves tangling in the hair at the nape of Tavros' neck.]

[pushedaround]

[ You know. Being inexperienced, young and eager are the worst combinations for this specific scenario. Or the best, he's not entirely sure. You see, Tavros is no longer thinking. He is merely moving and reacting solely on instinct. When Gamzee started kissing him over and over again, he didn't really stop and consider whether it was one of his best life choices or not. No, he was avidly returning every single advance and responding with an equal intensity, trying to match up and hold his place.

He's not backing away. Not anytime soon. He was kind of unfortunate ( or fortunate? ) to experience the feel of being kissed a while back, but it's not even worth the comparison to what he's feeling right now. Every single shred of uncertainty that lingered at the back of his mind had been wiped out the minute Gamzee returned the kiss. He had never been more confident, and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his remaining time in the tower attached to this highblood, smothering him with sickening affection and adoration. He was overwhelmed with a sudden craving to take in any attention given to him, even if it was a simple pat on the shoulder or a casual hug. He just wanted to attach himself to his side and never fucking leave. Tavros can be pathetic that way, or maybe he's just so hideously smitten that he couldn't possibly think of anything else that didn't involve Gamzee in his future daily activities. God, he didn't know what to do with himself! He wants everything, and he wants it now and his hands-

- held into Gamzee like he was some kind of possession of his. Maybe, in the back of his mind, he wanted to pretend -maybe for a few minutes- that he belonged to him. He didn't know it was possible to be creeped out by your own trace of thoughts, but that didn't stop an amused, yet questionable smile as he moved in for another kiss. If the highblood is that willing, then he'll just have to take in what he can get.

Tavros, regardless of everything, was still trying to be considerate and not urge Gamzee into doing something he's not comfortable with, settling for little kisses here and there. Attempting to sooth him into a much-needed rest, making sure he's all curled up comfortably between his arms in case he fell asleep. It was all nice and smooth- that is until he felt his tongue slipping inside his mouth and-

To be honest, he only noticed after he had, subconsciously, parted his lips and their making out session was no longer considered 'adorable'. Not that it was before since he was basically creeping on a half-asleep heap of emotional mess, but- you know. Still, he's not going to fight this at all! It was just enough boost to get his curiosity rolling again, and his tongue was soon matching with Gamzee's. Inexperienced, but the enthusiasm was rather evident as their lip-lock turned into one sloppy mess. ]