[He's too used to the flailing and biting to be startled by it. It's Gamzee. Instead he focuses on the comforting weight on him now and the dreads framed around him, idly noticing he can probably wash them like this.
The press of the mouth on his before he has a chance to release the burning smoke in his lungs makes his hand come up and bury into the back of Gamzee's dirty dreads, holding him there as Beats lips are forced open. He exhales into Gamzee's mouth slowly, almost teasingly, keeping their mouths sealed tight so no smoke escapes.
He follows it with his tongue, stud clicking against Gamzee's teeth briefly before the rough tip slides against the roof of the nymphs mouth. Letting the movements remain lazy, he tangles their tongues together, tasting the smoke and Gamzee with a light hum in his throat.]
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The press of the mouth on his before he has a chance to release the burning smoke in his lungs makes his hand come up and bury into the back of Gamzee's dirty dreads, holding him there as Beats lips are forced open. He exhales into Gamzee's mouth slowly, almost teasingly, keeping their mouths sealed tight so no smoke escapes.
He follows it with his tongue, stud clicking against Gamzee's teeth briefly before the rough tip slides against the roof of the nymphs mouth. Letting the movements remain lazy, he tangles their tongues together, tasting the smoke and Gamzee with a light hum in his throat.]