AT/TC By Fever

Tavros was trembling, his nose was running, his cheeks were burning. This was the first time they’d done this, and since Gamzee has insisted that the Taurus be in charge, Tavros felt an overwhelming pressure to perform well at something he knew nothing about.

However, his body seemed to know what it wanted as it he found himself physically unable to stop once he’d started pushing in and out of Gamzee’s tight backside. Maybe this wasn’t something you learned so much as it was instinctual and practice just perfected it.

Tavros moaned a guttural sound.

He wasn’t used to having this sort of control with anything, let alone something so intimate. Gamzee was face down, ass up on his mattress, doing a pretty good job of containing himself despite Tavros’ inexperience adding to the level of discomfort.

Tavros wasn’t sure where to place his hands; there was no instruction for this sort of thing. Was it okay to grab his hips, his shirt? Finally, the biological ache to speed the pace compelled Tavros to just double over and he ended up just hugging Gamzee round the chest.

He felt silly asking Gamzee for advice once he’d already been appointed the job; the Capricorn certainly thought him capable enough to trust him. Still, Tavros was a bit discouraged by the occasional yelp or sharp intake of air Gamzee would suck in through clenched teeth.

“Are…you okay?”

“I’m fine, bro, don’t worry,” Gamzee breathed in one shaky exhale. He cupped one of Tavros’ hands with his own to encourage him.

Tavros pressed his forehead to the back of Gamzee’s neck, “Nngh!”

Everything was a rush and a blur. His head was swimming and his body would not let him stop. Gamzee undulated on the covers as they lunged forward and back.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…don’t know what I’m doing.” Tavros whimpered, quiet contrary to the vigor of his bucking hips. He embraced Gamzee tighter, if only to stabilize himself.

Gamzee made a different noise; a more pleasant, throaty noise as a prelude to his reply, “yes, you do.”

Tavros lifted his head to question, but Gamzee cut him off by arching and pushing back against him, yelping, “Aw, fuck, you found it!”

Found it?

Found it. That was a good thing. He’d done something right. Tavros tried to repeat whatever he’d done second before and found that he got the same positive reaction,

“There, there, there! Oh, fuck….fuck!”

Tavros was in a different realm; his body took over and made him ram into Gamzee with a devoted precision. He bit his lip and literally whined into the Capricon’s shoulder,

“ghhh…I’m gonna…ugh…should I pull out?”

“Naw, fill me up, motherfucker.” And somehow, despite the profanity, Gamzee still managed to make it sound lustful and romantic as the words tripped over a lithe tongue.

Rigid bodies, hot liquid. Gamzee cried into the sheets and Tavros wailed into his shoulder. They came together, once, twice…

It was hard to tell when it ended, or when it all had started, for that matter.

It was all a rush, all a blur.

Tavros was trembling.

Gamzee was smiling.

That was the first time.

The first terrifying, awkward, wonderful time.

Gamzee hadn’t let go of Tavros’ hand, even after it was over. They’d collapsed as such, exhausted, spooned together.

No more words were spoken because none needed to be said. There was only an audible panting until their breaths were caught, followed by a gradual fade to silence.

Exhausted, but utterly satisfied, the liquid relaxation of a post-orgasm haze lulled them to sleep. That night Tavros fell asleep embracing Gamzee from behind.

That was the first time.

The second time, things went a bit differently.

“Gamzee?” the Taurus called. The door was open. It was always open, probably a bad habit, but one he was certain he couldn’t teach Gamzee to shake. Stepping inside, Tavros looked around for the Capricorn.

He’d made it up to his bedroom with still no sign of him. Walking past the open window he tried calling again, “Gamzee?”

“Out here, my wicked motherfucker!”

The voice was small and distant. Tavros turned around to find that the voice had not come from inside the house, but had been carried from down on the beach. Gamzee was out in the waves.

He knew Gamzee didn’t mind and that he was welcome in his home anytime, but Tavros still felt a little shy poking around his room uninvited. He cupped his hands around his mouth calling out,

“Sorry, I didn’t see you, I’ll come down there!”

“Naw, I’ll come up, bro!”

“Okay,” Tavros whispered more to himself than to anyone. This was the first time they’d be seeing each other since, well. That was a week ago. Tavros tried to find the least awkward place to loom until they met up, deciding to sit on the corner of an unmade bed.

“How have you been, bro?”

“I’ve been…”

Oh fuck. Gamzee stood, a casual contrapposto stance in the doorway, stark naked and dripping puddles of saltwater onto the carpet. Resting one forearm above his head against the doorframe, he gave a typical smile, eyes-lidded in a nonchalant manor.

Oh Gog. The water beaded and careened over his collarbone, his chest, his thighs, making him look glossy and smooth. The best part was: Gamzee wasn’t even trying to be sexy. He was genuinely relaxed and comfortable being exposed in his guest’s presence.

Tavros tried his best to be discrete about pulling the ends of his shirt down a little father onto his lap in an attempt to hide his forming erection, “…fine.”

“Awesome.”

Tavros was blushing, he knew he was, he could feel that hot chocolate blood burning all over his face and so he tried his best to focus on something else. Perhaps the way the carpet gushed water when Gamzee shifted his weight from the place he was standing, perhaps the posters, or the horns, or…the fact that Gamzee was practically inches from him now.

Tavros tried to state anything else but the obvious and decided on, “Your…your makeup is gone.”

“Yeah, waves fuckin’ wash it away,” Gamzee grinned. Tavros sort of liked it though. It was different, but it was still Gamzee, just no chiaroscuro which made it look more even.

“I…um…”

Gamzee placed one knee on the bed, shifted his weight, then very slowly lifted himself to sit up in Tavros’ lap.

“Uh…”

“Mmm,” was all Gamzee murmured as he removed Tavros’ hands from his shirt with little resistance. Pressing their foreheads together, he slipped one hand over the heated bulge and slowly began rubbing.

Tavros could smell the ocean dripping all over Gamzee’s skin.

Already, the water Gamzee had inadvertently carried back with him was seeping into Tavros’ clothes, making them damp, causing them to stick to his body.

“Nnhh…” Tavros replied to the drenched troll’s caressing. The touch was wonderful, but deliberately slow, and the fact that the more they rubbed together the more soaked he got was frustratingly arousing as well.

Gamzee hushed the sound by filling the space with his lips, kissing Tavros in that same unhurried pace. Tavros was sure Gamzee did things slowly on purpose. Not to be a tease, but to get him to ease up a bit. Intimate things made him nervous, only because he was afraid of messing them up.

Nothing filled the air but the occasional wet sound of a kiss breaking whenever they broke for air. There was a noticeable salty taste from the ocean water that dripped over Gamzee’s lips and invaded their mouths, but it was hardly a hindrance and the two trolls merely passed it back and forth between their tongues.

Right. The hands issue. Where to put them. Was…Tavros supposed to return the favor? He’d gotten enough nerve to lift his arms a bit, but faltered at the last second and placed his hands on Gamzee’s waist instead, steadying his hips as he rocked on his knees.

Soft, wet, silky. The delightfully touchable texture practically lent itself to Tavros’ cause and the Taurus ran his hands up and down Gamzee’s sides.

Up, over the ribcage, down, over the hips, dipping his thumbs into all the little curves along the way. At one point, on the trip down, Tavros’ paused for a second longer on Gamzee’s hip and that was it.

Taking Tavros’ hand in his own, Gamzee guided him to wrap it around his neglected erection and silently instructed him to pump a few strokes by holding it in place.

At the commencing of the pleasant sensation, Gamzee became momentarily lazy with his kissing and trailed his tongue down Tavros’ chin, moaning a lusty, guttural sound. It was at this same time that he had slipped his own hand down Tavros’ pants, under the saturated fabric, to grip him firmly and stroke a little faster.

All wordlessly, Gamzee instructed Tavros how to jerk him off by his own example.

Sure, this was the second time they’d been romantic, but it was the first time they’d ever done something quite like this. The first time they’d fucked, they both had wanted it so badly that it had all been a rush, fast and too the point. This was slow and so much more intricate.

Gamzee fingered Tavros’ slit which made him whine. Fuck. So close already. Then suddenly, the Capricorn pulled back, panting,

“Not yet.”

“What?”

“Only cum,” He gave a quick, forceful kiss, “when you’re inside me.”

“Oh…uh…okay, well, I, um…”

“Lay down.”

The scent of Gamzee all over the bed sheets filled Tavros’ nostrils, surrounding him in the sweet scent of his personal intoxication. He fell backwards onto the mattress as Gamzee pushed downwards on his chest, then squirmed backwards a bit to be more comfortable in the center of the bed. Gamzee prowled over him.

They kissed fervently, pausing only for a split second to slide the fabric of Tavros’ shirt between them as Gamzee pushed it off over his head. Immediately, they resumed tasting each other, hungry, starving for the other’s flavor. Gamzee was still dripping seawater and, as he stood on all fours over Tavros, the little droplets fell cold onto the taurus’ stomach.

It made him shiver. Goosebumps prickled over his skin, making his nipples pebble. Gamzee wasted no time lapping the sensitive nubs up into his mouth.

Tavros rocked his pelvis and thrust out his chest, not sure whether he was trying to squirm away from or press closer to the startling sensation.

At some point during this process, his pants had been dragged down and cast away to a forgotten corner of the room. Gamzee moved to suckle the second nub and, simultaneously, gently dropped his weight onto Tavros, closing all space between them.

They both gasped. Tavros from the cold, slick body meeting his dry, heated one, and Gamzee from having made contact with the cold, metal legs of Tavros’ lower Torso. They both gave a quick shiver, then resumed their business with avidity.

Tavros was kneading his fingers into Gamzee’s dripping hair, kissing the top of his head chastely, almost motherly, as the Capricorn paid a loving attention to his chest, neck, then met his mouth again.

It was obvious that Gamzee was intentionally trying to cool Tavros down a bit; he didn’t want him to cum until they were ready. Still, their erections ground against each other, pressed between their stomachs as they wriggled over each other. The sensation was only heightened by the slickness, making flesh slide over flesh almost effortlessly.

Tavros couldn’t help but notice after only a few minutes, any shock of coldness that had chilled them had warmed. Everything was heated now, and the temperature only escalated. The damp sheets stuck to Tavros’ back as they rocked, sliding clumsily together.

The sensation was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. Almost nothing would compare now that Tavros had sampled what could have been had.

“Ghhh!” Tavros groaned, unintentionally pulling a fistful of Gamzee’s hair as he pushed his groin upwards, begging for that higher stimulation. That is how Gamzee knew he was ready; and was happy to oblige.

Sitting upwards atop Tavros, Gamzee gave a knowing smile and pressed two fingers to the taurus’ lips,

“Motherfuckin’ suck it.”

And so Tavros did, welcoming the two digits in between his lips and drawing on them to coat them with a generous amount of wetness. When Gamzee withdrew them, the string of saliva still connecting his fingers to Tavros’ lips stretched until it hung into a parabola and broke with a well lubricated emphasis.

Tavros gaped, breathlessly as he watched the beguiling sight before him:

Unabashedly, Gamzee began to finger himself open. The Capricorn’s eyes shut tight, his brow furrowed, his head tilted back, his lips parted with a hitched gasp.

He slid one finger into himself, pulsed it twice, then the second,

“Nnhh…”

The noises Gamzee was mewling, the thick breathes he was panting, the way he knew how to move his fingers exactly right because he’d probably done it before in a masturbatory practice—fuck!

It was enough to make Tavros spill his load right then and there! But he knew he had to wait. He had to wait until they were connected. Never had he ached for something so badly.

When Gamzee was satisfied with the elasticity he had scissored, he licked his lips. Precum dripped with the slow consistency of honey from the purple head of his cock, pooling onto Tavros’ belly.

“I’ll start us off, bro, but once we get going, I want you to fuck us both sore.”

Tavros gulped audibly, nervously, and parted his lips to reply but no words came. Gamzee melted whatever words he could have uttered into a gravely moan as he perched himself properly and sat onto his cock.

Gamzee impaled himself delicately; not too quick to startle either of them, not to slow to acknowledge the pain and have to stop. One, even paced slide, all…the way…down.

Tavros bit his lip and huffed through his nose. No matter how badly he was pining for this, he mustn’t allow himself to buck too readily into the welcoming heat.

But oh, Jegus. It was like entering into a hot, velvety, personalized version of paradise. It was an indescribable mixture of pleasure and torture because—for now—he would only receive what was given to him. He couldn’t have control just yet.

Yearning for control? Was Tavros gaining a bit of confidence? He wasn’t certain. He wasn’t certain of anything but wanting to mate with Gamzee.

Gamzee placed his hands upon Tavros’ chest to hold himself up and balance his weight. Tavros could see the Capricorn’s thighs trembling.

“Motherfuck. Ahh…Ah…Okay….here we go,”

and with a lusty determination, he began to ride Tavros.

Nothing they yelped or moaned or screamed was discernable in any language, and yet, despite the wordlessness, they were sounds universally understood. Were anyone to overhear, they could instantly be recognized as fucking. Or making love. Whether you wanted to demean the action as dirty or classify it as something beautiful, it was what it was:

Primal, instinctual, desirable. And fuck, so, so right.

Gamzee bent low, low over Tavros, touching his forehead to his chest. He rocked his hips in a circular motion, the entire bed shook. Gamzee’s backside was so fucking taut it practically strangled Tavros’ erection, milking the pleasure right out of him.

Without being able to see his face, Tavros could tell Gamzee’s teeth were clenched by the sound of his breathing.

He’d yet to bottom, but the taurus knew it couldn’t have been exactly painless. Not wanting to be gluttonous with his concerns of his own pleasure, Tavros reached down to stroke Gamzee a couple times, to see if it might help him ease up.

Gamzee gasped, pushing himself to sit up once more,

“Ah…augh, shit! Forget that bro, just…hhhh…It’s your turn.”

And embracing Tavros around the shoulders, Gamzee made them roll over like it was a fucking tag team.

Tavros was startled but not so much so that it would cause him to pause for more than and split second.

This was new and, already, Tavros liked it so much more. The first time they’d done this, he’d taken Gamzee from behind, but this time. This time…

Tavros lost himself in the faultless sight of Gamzee before him: perfectly in view, completely ready, willing, and begging to be fucked.

His eyes were lidded as per usual, but it was different, so different and so much better. His eyebrows knotted upwards, his cheeks were flushed a brilliant shade of purple. His mouth was a square, black hole, panting, whining little chirps of positive sounds whenever Tavros hit that perfect spot.

His limp, damp hair fell backwards, exposing his forehead which, for some reason, Tavros loved.

And, as Gamzee wrapped his legs around Tavros’ back and hugged his arms around his neck, there was no room between them. They fit together, they moved together. This was so much better. So much.

Any feeling of nervousness Tavros held had been long abandoned and replaced with one of the most basic urges known to any sexual creature. Gamzee hiccoughed a begging sound into Tavros’ neck that let him know he was on the right spot and to never stop.

Tavros was submerged; he didn’t know in what, but he was drowning. Was it the muggy heat? The music they were making? The feel of him? Was it his lips, his eyes, his mouth, his cock, his thighs? No, it was all of those things. It was Gamzee. Gamzee. Gamzee.

In that one moment, they both shattered together.

Gamzee spattered their stomachs, Tavros filled him up completely. More than completely, the excess was already dribbling out.

“Fuck….fuck,”

That was all Gamzee’s dry voice could whisper, but it was no longer a curse, it was a sigh that summed up everything. Physical satisfaction, emotional closeness…

…happiness.

And the feeling was mutual. Tavros had barely caught his breath before he shakily whispered, “Gamzee…I….”

But what could be said? Was “I love you” acceptable? Too cliché? Too soon?

It didn’t matter. It didn’t need to be said just yet, because it was already understood.

“Yeah,” Gamzee breathed, lightly kissing Tavros cheek, “…me too.”