011 ♑ [eleventh honk/video]

[hystericull]

Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.

[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]

[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]

[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]

[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]

[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]

[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]

All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.

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[hystericull]

[Yes, this is what he wanted. It was strange how easily the most primal of urges and actions could net you the response you desired. ...That may be giving a little too much credit, though. Gamzee merely wanted the taste of sweat and flesh and blood in his mouth, and maybe to serve back some of the pain he was being dealt. The fact that it made Tavros bend over him, press his stomach against Gamzee's back and drive it into him harder and deeper until his head was fucking spinning was just a happy consequence.]

[If his teeth weren't embedded so deep in an arm, Gamzee would probably have many words of praise to sing at the sharp slap against his backside and the question being posed to him shortly thereafter. Rhetoric as it may have been, the way Gamzee groaned around the skin in his mouth and let a shudder roll down his spine pretty much gave his answer away anyway. His jaw clenched along with the muscles in his thighs, and he sucked and puffed breaths between his lips and teeth. The heat and thickness of Tavros moving quicker and more erratically inside of him threatened to short-circuit his nerves. He could feel it building, rushing so fast and unstoppable that the most he could do was reach out blindly for the edge of the bed with the hand that he wasn't using to furiously finger-fuck himself. Finding the opening of Tavros' trunk and throwing his arm inside, he yanked it back once his fingers curled around the cold metal lip of a bucket. Tavros was way too trusting of his roommates to keep something like this not very well concealed. Not that it bothered Gamzee in the slightest, but he'd imagine his matesprit would be quite flustered when asked about it just lying there in the trunk.]

[He dropped the fucking thing several times, tipping it on its side with a clatter of metal-on-metal. His fingers weren't working - weren't listening to him. All he could focus on was bucking against Tavros' hips and wanting it harder, harder, harder. Tavros' cries in his ear, the spreading sting of the handprint that had surely formed on his ass, and the fullness of being fucked in two different places at once wracked him with tremors - the only warning he could manage to give to the other troll that he was fucking done for. Digging his teeth into the bloody, spitty mess that was Tavros' arm, Gamzee's stomach fluttered with rapid breaths, fingers trying desperately to keep hold of the bucket as he shoved it roughly up between his legs.]

[With a long, appreciatory note, the inside of his thighs clamped around the metal object as he hit his climax, hips rolling and jerking purely on instinct. Smashing his face hard against Tavros' arm with muffled honks, he pulled out of himself just enough to frantically work his bulge, coaxing the jarring release of genetic material to splash against the sides of the pail in a series of movements that had him seeing fucking stars. It was not all pleasure, however, as the tightening of his muscles caused him to lock up around Tavros' bulge, and with minimal lubrication from Tavros at best, it was not the most wonderful feeling in the world.]

[He didn't give a shit about that right now, though. His hips were completely balanced on the opening of the bucket, the rest of his body quickly threatening to go boneless on him.]

[pushedaround]

[ You know, he's not even thinking about his arm. He only had one strategy on mind-- keep his arm perfectly still and don't fucking attempt to pull free. Simple as that. Gamzee is not letting go any time soon, so it was a lot smarter to allow his little fun, and then wait for him to let go.

It didn't matter and he smacks on his ass again, and again, purposely making it more difficult for him to retrieve that bucket. Just watching Gamzee struggle around in this hot mess screamed warning signs, he couldn't continue tormenting himself any longer, and he was desperate to release. He just couldn't believe how fucking tight he is, even after all of this. It was such an extreme sensation, and it just felt ten-- no twenty times more intense and pleasuring and- fuck it, he couldn't hold back any longer!

He finally pulled away from Gamzee, moving his hand down to curl his fingers around his throbbing bulge. He hoped to god that Gamzee no longer needed the bucket because he honestly couldn't even fucking breathe at this point, and whether his partner was done with it or not- Tavros had reached out for the metallic edge, tugging the pail down and between his thighs. It was reckless and desperate, and with a very heavy and equally loud moan, the lowblood reached his climax, filling his own share into the half used bucket. In the intensity of the moment, he jerked his arm, breaking free from Gamzee's grasp, and let's say- the damage could have been easily avoided.

Between agonizing pain and pleasure, he immediately pressed his hand over the gushing wound, hoping with enough pressure he can keep some control over the bleeding. As a result, some of his genetic material had missed the bucket. Fucking gross as hell, but he couldn't help it.

He flops to his side, facing the ceiling and panting rapidly. He was exhausted, and lightheaded. It may have to do with the blood loss, but whatever. He'd been through worse and he got over it. ]

[hystericull]

[Tavros, you're lucky Gamzee wasn't a complete failure like yourself. In between jerks and moans and howls of encouragement coming one after another as Tavros' hand laid the smackdown on his bare ass, he actually managed to make every drop in the bucket when he came.]

[Almost prematurely, the bucket was snatched from Gamzee's snatch. The stinging, hollow sensation of Tavros pulling his bulge out dragged a long cry from his throat, which was now unobstructed, because Tavros had ripped his arm out from beneath Gamzee's fangs.]

[Completely overtaken and exhausted, Gamzee let his arms splay out in front of him, resting his torso and knees completely on the foor, while his backside remained propped up. There was blood and drool all over his mouth, sticky splooge splattered on his legs, and sweat slicked across his skin. He groaned as he shifted his stiff bones, weary and painful from overuse, to fall on his side, facing Tavros on the floor, but not really looking at him.]

Fuck...

[His eyes traveled slowly down Tavros' heaving chest, across his stomach, over that deliciously sweet bulge below his hips and down his legs. Fucking maniacal omnipotent laughing lords, this boy was perfection. The boy who split his lip and spanked his ass raw, his sweet, adoring bronze miracle, planted here in this Tower with him, sweet as can be, by some divine act what was having to be all up and dusted by them motherfucking messiahs themselves, he figured.]

[For as much as he continued to be infatuated by every inch of him, that infatuation felt far more distant than it had sweeps ago. It had nothing to do with a weakening of Gamzee's feelings, but with a preoccupation of his mind, drowning itself in darkness and mania. He could only push off the screeching voices for so long, the murderous commands and casteist slurs polluting the tip of his tongue every waking moment. If he dwelled on it too much, he'd lose himself completely, which was something, he could feel, was not far off in the future. For now, though, he could still hold on to the memory of how strong his obsession with this lowblood was. Feel the heat and the strain it put on his pump biscuit just looking at him like this. It was enough to make him reach out his arms, pressing his elbows into the metal floor and dragging himself across the few inches that had separated them.]

[Not bothering to wipe the back of his hand across his disgustingly wet mouth, Gamzee slid it instead over one of Tavros' biceps, leaning down to mouth at the skin of his shoulder.]

Fuckin' went all up at makin' me your mother fucking bitch, Booty.

[His voice was hoarse from all of the shouting he'd just gotten done with.]

You sure be knowing how to get your wicked punish on at a gangsta what done and fuckin' crossed you.

[He grinned against that warm skin, sliding his wet thighs together.]

Promise you'll be bad to me again if I ever be fucking bad to you again.

[pushedaround]

[ One last exhale, and Tavros had finally cooled down. He brought his hand up, brushing the hair off his sweaty forehead, leaving his injured arm unattended when he should be bandaging the bloody thing. Now that he was no longer thinking with his dick, he is once again embracing the cruel reality of what had happened between them. Fucking great.

It wasn't even about Eridan anymore. But, you know what? He couldn't even bring himself into that mess again. It's done. Get over it, Nitram. I mean- he fucking tried everything at this point and it still hurts like a bitch. He didn't know what to do now.

Maybe chuckle lazily. ]

I only said it was a punishment so I wouldn't kill your boner at the time. Since it's over, I'm more than happy to announce that I wasn't trying to discipline you, or acting 'bad'.

You're free to be turned off now.

[ He rolled his head to the side, as far as his horn would allow him. He then stares down at Gamzee in low lashes. ]

However, next time? I will act differently.

[ He just leaves it at that, any further elaboration is unnecessary. They are adults, and everyone must deal with the consequence of their own actions and mistakes, and while Gamzee is still oblivious to the extent of the damage his 'love bites' reflected on their relationship, Tavros is fully aware of it.

He will dismiss it for now, placing a hand on Gamzee's head. ]

You can rest here if you wish. In fact, I really think you should.

[hystericull]

[Yeah, Gamzee acts like a child sometimes. He's got a rotten brain and a rotten disposition, but despite that, he isn't a complete moron. He knows Tavros is upset. He knows that a better troll would probably have something apologetic and loving to say in an attempt to garner forgiveness instead of ignoring all of that to dwell on how awesomely he just got fucked.]

[He lifted his head from Tavros' shoulder, curling his lip in a silent growl.]

Don't motherfuckin' try and be frontin' up with me all fucking righteous after what shit you just got the mother fuck done doing.

[His eyes were hard, now. He was fucking ticked off. Don't drag him out of his post-sex euphoria with your shitty nagging right off the bat. God damnit, it was the only high he was able to get, now.]

You ain't all... fuckin'...

[The beginning of his nasty remark started off strong, but quickly faded as he felt the warm pressure of Tavros' palm against his naked face.]

[He shut his eyes for a moment, curling his hand into a fist and sinking his nails into the meat of his own palm as he had a quick war with his emotions. Watching Gamzee argue with himself in his head was probably a dumb sight, like the crazy person you avoid on the street who mutters to themselves under their breath.]

[It was a quick struggle, this time. Normally, they could run quite long. After several whispered curses and erratic twitches of his face, Gamzee's hand shot up to grab the arm that was touching him. It was quite forceful at first, but he quickly realized he put too much force behind it, and loosed until his hand was merely resting against Tavros' skin.]

...Are you leaving.

[pushedaround]

[ He made no attempt to pull away, even when the grasp started off rather threatening. Tavros didn't react, eyes barely open and he appears to be unfazed by Gamzee's aggression. It was all an act, and once the hold around his arm had lost it strength-- Tavros released a low, subtle exhale, shoulders relaxing a bit.

He was too tired to move and he didn't want to leave ... but he couldn't stay either. He swallows and then nods his head. ]

Yeah. I ...

I need to clean up. I would ask you to join me, but I think you had enough abuse for one day. So ...

[ A lot of shit went down only in a few hours, and Tavros felt like he had tried every single trick in the book. Why is he still feeling like crap? Fuck this. It was getting seriously out of control and he was done with it. Without wasting another second in self-pity, the lowblood forced himself to sit up, groaning as every muscle in his body ached in protest.

He looks at Gamzee, leans over and ... gently pressed their foreheads together, headbutting him in the process. Oddly, it was a sign of affection and ... perhaps he wanted to show him that everything is going to be okay because by the time Tavros had pulled away, he was smiling. ]

Try to get some rest, yeah?

[ Okay, where did he leave his pants again? No point in looking for the shirt, though. He knew Gamzee had destroyed it beyond repair. He'll just have to fly to the laundry room and hope some loser had left a shirt behind or something. ]

[hystericull]

[He was vaguely discouraged that Tavros was leaving. Gamzee had only originally asked to gauge what he was expecting to wake up to later. Thinking someone will be there, then waking up to them gone was probably the worst feeling he could imagine. He wouldn't fucking say that, though. He's not that much of a pussy wriggler. Ungluing the tongue from the roof of his mouth, Gamzee shifted in his spot on the floor. He was at an awkward place where he was fucking exhausted, but the lack of clothes and the metal floor were starting to give him the chills.]

[He was wayyy too lazy to try and do anything about it, though. He just hoped he passed out before he got any colder. Did Tavros leaving mean that he was still upset? The fact that they just fucked, Gamzee knew, meant absolute shit, and there was a chance that Tavros wouldn't be coming back for h--]

[Poppp~]

Mmmm, Mocha Chip.

[The clock of their foreheads together scrambled Gamzee's brains in just the right way, knocking all logic out of his ears and replacing the obsessive thoughts with a dull ache that he cherished. He reached forward lazily, getting a few fingers in Tavros' hair before his hand fell back to the floor. He was too tired for this shit. He'd lay here in this jizz puddle next to this fucking not-full bucket and pass out. Hopefully for a really, really long time.]