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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Tavros_Nitram
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Tavros_Nitram
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Canon, Sopor_Slime, High_Sex, First_Time, Fluff, Community:
      bucketlist, Flushed_Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-06 Words: 2371
****** Tavros: believe in miracles. ******
by Laylah
Summary
     "Brownies?" he says. "Where did you, get those?" And because Gamzee
     doesn't jump on him the second he says anything, he comes up with the
     answer himself: "Wait, I know, it's, a miracle. Right?"
     Gamzee beams like Tavros just figured out the secret to the universe.
Notes
     anon on bucketlist wanted:
     high sex. they have some pies/sopor brownies/etc and have very
     intimate, intense sex.
     any other kinks/etc are fine, as long as it's consensual.
     I decided to set it before Tavros's flarping disaster for the sake of
     easy, uncomplicated fluff.
They've been having the—well, okay, Tavros wouldn't call it the most intense
game of Fiduspawn ever, not when Gamzee kind of spaces out in the middle of a
round sometimes or just wants to sit there and watch his spawn wander around
the room climbing on stuff and spooking themselves when they step on stray
horns. But it's still a fun game, because honestly, it's hard not to have fun
hanging out with Gamzee. He's chill and he likes to have a good time and he
doesn't do all the stuff that makes Tavros nervous around the others. Even
Aradia, who's really nice, makes him nervous sometimes. Gamzee just...makes it
easy to relax.
Somewhere around the middle of the night, Tavros's stomach rumbles, and Gamzee
grins. "Sounds like a motherfucker could all use some pie," he says.
"Uh," says Tavros. "That's, okay, I mean, I wouldn't want to, take your pie."
Tinkerbull has been pretty clear on the idea that sopor slime is not a food.
Tavros hopes Gamzee won't take offense.
"I'm all chill with sharing," Gamzee says, but he levers himself up off the
floor, gangly and loose-limbed. "But let me go and see what all else I got up
in here."
He wanders off into the depths of his hive, and Tavros lies on his stomach,
head propped up on his hands as he watches his and Gamzee's fiduspawn roll
around on the floor having a nuzzle-off. It's really nice to have a friend he
can relax around this much.
At least, he can relax until the HONK from right behind him makes him nearly
jump right out of his skin. Gamzee cracks up laughing as Tavros rolls over to
face him, trying to glare but not doing a good job of it.
"Shit, sorry, man," Gamzee says, lifting his bare foot and inspecting the horn
he's just stepped on. "I don't all know where the fuck these fucking things
even come from, you know?"
"Probably, uh, you left them there," Tavros points out, but Gamzee is already
shrugging the topic off and dropping to the floor, his legs just folding up
under him like he's a puppet with slack in his strings.
He holds out a square pan. "Check out this motherfucking sweet haul," he says.
Tavros sits up, crossing his legs, and leans forward to check out Gamzee's
motherfucking sweet haul. "Brownies?" he says. "Where did you, get those?" And
because Gamzee doesn't jump on him the second he says anything, he comes up
with the answer himself: "Wait, I know, it's, a miracle. Right?"
Gamzee beams like Tavros just figured out the secret to the universe.
"Motherfucking right it's a miracle, brother," he says. "A sweet, delicious
motherfucking miracle to cure what ails that rumbling tummy of yours." He hands
over the pan of brownies with that same thoughtless grace he does everything.
"Thank you," Tavros says. Gamzee probably won't really care one way or another,
but he feels better about it if he's polite.
The brownies are better than he expected them to be. They taste a little funny,
a little sharp, and he wonders—is there sopor in these, too? But at least
they're not all sopor, like the pies, and he is hungry and maybe just once
wouldn't be too bad for him. And once he gets used to the taste, they're
delicious. Between the two of them they eat the whole pan in what feels like no
time at all. The fiduspawn have wandered off somewhere into a corner or
something, but maybe that means they were getting along well enough to breed,
so Tavros thinks he can call it a successful round of the game anyway.
He means to suggest they play again, but his head feels a little fuzzy and what
he says is just, "You want to, um," and then he shrugs in this way that
involves leaning closer, and the curve of his left horn rubs against Gamzee's
shoulder totally by accident because he really didn't realize they were that
close.
"I could be all up on some motherfucking um," Gamzee says, and he sounds so
serious Tavros can't tell if he's teasing or not. He shrugs his shoulder really
slow, so Tavros can feel the friction of it through his horn. It feels weird,
but it's a good weird, probably. "Man, you are motherfucking adorable when you
get all to blushing like that," Gamzee says.
Tavros ducks his head instinctively, his face getting hotter, but he feels sort
of warm all over, too, not like the kind of uncomfortable-embarrassed he gets
around other trolls. Gamzee thinks he's adorable?
"Aaw, no, come on," Gamzee says. He sprawls on the floor so he can look up at
Tavros's face. "Don't be all hiding from a motherfucker, right?"
He looks so silly there that Tavros has to laugh a little, and fortunately
Gamzee is nice and doesn't mind. He just grins, shifting closer and nuzzling
against Tavros's knee. Tavros's hand moves without really stopping to ask his
brain for directions and then he is petting Gamzee's hair. And just...watching
himself do it. While Gamzee closes his eyes and leans into it with this look of
quiet happiness on his face.
"You're, so silky," Tavros says. "Your hair, I mean." Because it is, thick and
heavy between Tavros's fingers, these loose, wild curls that feel good to
follow out to the tips.
"The better to get a motherfucker's miraculous hands all over me," Gamzee says
in that blissed-out, satisfied voice.
"Oh," Tavros says. He watches Gamzee smile and he feels all warm and slow and
sort of floating, and like he wants to keep doing this always, and he thinks,
"So this is, what it feels like, to have mating fondness, I think," and when
Gamzee nods he realizes he must have said it out loud.
Maybe he should panic, probably he should panic, because wow, so inappropriate,
but he's not scared and Gamzee is looking at him like he's maybe the best
miracle of all. Looking at him with a smile that's really soft around the
edges, and pulling him down, slowly slowly time is like syrup right up to the
moment when their lips touch and then everything is smudged and warm and Tavros
can barely keep track: he can see the little streaks in Gamzee's makeup from
this close, and Gamzee's lips are soft but his teeth are sharp and both of
those things are amazing, especially at the same time.
He thinks he understands now how Gamzee can move like that, or at least his
body seems to have figured it out, because he's folding down onto the floor
himself, stretching out next to Gamzee's long, lean body so they can really
tangle together. Gamzee kisses him slow and deep, hands running over Tavros's
skin, circling the bases of his horns, stroking the edges of his ears.
Everything feels so good, and Tavros can't say so with his mouth busy, but he
doesn't want to stop kissing, either, so he just moves, arching and squirming,
trying to move toward everywhere Gamzee touches him.
And then he realizes that Gamzee could touch him in more places if he didn't
have all these clothes on. He reaches down and starts to pull up the hem of his
shirt, and Gamzee helps, long-fingered clever hands dancing over Tavros's skin.
"Motherfucking miracles, my brother," Gamzee says reverently as he gets
Tavros's shirt off over his head. It doesn't even snag on Tavros's horns, for
once.
"Yeah," Tavros agrees. He doesn't think he's ever felt like this. Is this why
Gamzee eats so much pie? Tavros shakes his head, pushes the thought away. He
can overthink stuff later. "Can I?" he says, catching at Gamzee's shirt.
"Hell yeah," Gamzee says. "I'm all in your motherfucking hands."
Tavros blushes because that's just so sweet, so exciting, and he peels Gamzee's
shirt up, baring smooth gray skin and the curves of ribs, the hollows of hip
bones disappearing into Gamzee's pants. He should feel self-conscious, maybe,
when he still has a little grubfat around his middle and Gamzee is all lanky,
long lines, but Gamzee rolls close to him again and nuzzles at his shoulder. It
tickles and Gamzee's makeup smears and Tavros laughs, reaching up to hold onto
Gamzee's horns—and Gamzee makes a sound against Tavros's throat that runs right
down Tavros's spine to his bulge.
"Oh," he says, "again, please," and rubs the sensitive skin at the base of
Gamzee's horns. Gamzee moans, a low humming sound against Tavros's skin, and
then he bites there—not very hard, though, so it feels kind of good, and Tavros
wants to rock in his arms more, and they sort of keep encouraging each other
like that, pushing and sliding and oh. Tavros kisses Gamzee again, because it
feels like the right thing to do, and Gamzee's mouth tastes sharper and
brighter this time, and it's good, wow, like he thinks he could just crawl
right inside Gamzee and bask in how good this is forever.
He's running his claws down Gamzee's back, trying to get closer, when Gamzee
starts tugging on the buttons of his jeans. That feels like a wonderful idea,
like a, yeah, like a miracle, and Tavros kicks his shoes off so he can wiggle
out of them when the buttons come undone. Gamzee tries to lunge for him right
away but Tavros squirms away from his hands, because shouldn't Gamzee be naked
first too?
And Gamzee laughs when Tavros's hands skim down his sides, and Tavros tells
him, "That sounds, so beautiful," and Gamzee answers him with a wonderful,
sloppy kiss as Tavros's fingers finally get the hang of Gamzee's zipper. One of
Gamzee's teeth catches Tavros's lip and that stings a little but then Gamzee
sucks on it and that makes it better, and Gamzee's hips are sleek and bony and
his knees knock as he kicks his pants the rest of the way off.
"No more holding back," Gamzee says. "Give me a fucking taste, bro." He pulls
back and twists, licking his way down Tavros's stomach, his tongue rich purple
against the white of his makeup and the gray of Tavros's skin—and then he gets
far enough to lick a wet swipe across the head of Tavros's bulge, and no, okay,
that is the part that's the miracle, it has to be.
Or maybe it's just all miracles, like Gamzee's been saying all along, because
Gamzee's lips wrapping around him feel amazing too, and the hot salt scent on
the air is wonderful. Tavros shivers and moans, just letting the waves of
sensation wash over him for a long minute, until Gamzee's enthusiasm and sweet,
hungry sounds start to make him curious: what does he taste like? What would
Gamzee taste like?
Tavros leans down and licks Gamzee's side, bites him a little, and the warm
sharp scent of Gamzee's skin gets richer. His body knows what he's doing better
than his head does, again, twisting and squirming down so he's stretched out
against Gamzee's body and his face is really close to Gamzee's bulge. He licks
the tip of it, where it shines wet and purple—Gamzee moans, and the taste makes
Tavros's mouth water, and he leans in for more.
Gamzee's bulge feels thick in his mouth, pressing his tongue down, stretching
his jaw as wide as it goes. They're moving together now, so the wet heat of
Gamzee's mouth around Tavros's bulge blurs together with the the rocking slide
of Gamzee's bulge past Tavros's lips, and the musky hot smell of sticky skin is
a match for Gamzee's soft, humming moans. Tavros knows how sharp Gamzee's teeth
are—even his own could do plenty of damage—but he's not afraid, because they're
both trusting each other, and it's beautiful, and if his eyes sting a little
when Gamzee rocks in far enough to touch his throat, that doesn't even matter.
He holds onto Gamzee's hip to keep him close, to make sure he doesn't pull
back, because right this minute Tavros feels like he's weightless, like
anything is possible, and it's all because Gamzee is here with him and they're
so close and it's so good—he's like a vortex inside, swirling building heat
that he can barely contain, this feeling so beautiful it has to be a miracle,
it has to, like there's a star being born inside him right this minute, and
when he thinks he can't possibly stand it anymore it goes on just a few seconds
longer to show him he can—and then all that wonderful heat comes pouring out of
him and into Gamzee's sweet, sweet mouth.
Gamzee croons, rocking his hips to slide his bulge deeper down Tavros's throat,
and Tavros just swallows around him, letting him in, because right now he feels
so relaxed it's easy and oh, he wants Gamzee to feel as good as he does, warm
and open and just...like everything is right. The fuzzy, drifting feeling from
before is even stronger now, and he wants to share that, wants to really taste
it when Gamzee lets go—and oh, yes, like that, the pulse and spill into his
mouth, the heat and smoke and salt and Gamzee's hand on his arm holding tight,
so tight, as Tavros swallows again and again.
He almost doesn't want to stop when it's over, suckling at the head of Gamzee's
bulge until Gamzee pulls away, laughing. Even then Tavros is still reaching,
claws grazing Gamzee's thighs. "That was some wicked sweet noise you all just
up and made," Gamzee says. He catches Tavros's hand and pulls, dragging them
both up until they're sitting and leaning into each other.
Tavros smiles, giddy and thrilled, meeting the deep rich gold of Gamzee's eyes.
"You, too," he says. The idea of saying it seems funny, makes him want to
laugh. "It was, a miracle."
"Yeah," Gamzee says, nodding. He takes Tavros's face in his hands, so gentle.
"A motherfucking miracle going on all up in here." He presses their lips
together in a slow, sloppy kiss, and oh, he's right. It is.
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