vatheon | Goodies and trinkets and rumpets and bobs!

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Goodies and trinkets and rumpets and bobs!

Who: Equius Zahhak and Gamzee Makara, with possible guest appearances by Darkleer
Location: The Hive of Inappropriate Touching and Hugs
Time: Backdated to Christmas morning
Style: STRONG and cLoWnY
Status: Closed

[Equius has been in Vatheon long enough to know that when the locals insist on you doing something, it's best to just listen and do what they say. So he dutifully hung up a stocking (a long, pin-striped one), although he's still not quite sure why, and made out with his matesprit under some mistletoe, and found some gifts for his friends. Then he curled up in bed like normal and went to sleep.]

[Which he still would be--asleep, that is--were it not for the sudden introduction of a heavy, feathery butt on his head and loud, excited kwehing in his ear. It seems the chocobos are awake and worked up about something.]

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[Equius hums quietly, trying to shift around enough to coax Gamzee into his lap. He suddenly really wants to feel Gamzee's thighs pressed down on either side of his, the comforting weight of his matesprit on his lap, and those hands on his chest.]

[Gamzee responds to the coaxing, sliding onto Equius' lap. His legs call to either side of him, bent at the knee as he leans close. His mouth slides languidly against Equius', one hand still resting against his chest while he lifts the other to play idly with his hair.]

[And damned if Equius isn't practically purring already, arching his back forward to push his chest into Gamzee's hand. He's not quite sure how this works out, that they always end up having crazy, intense makeout sessions on human holidays, but he's not complaining. At this point, he's going to become a devout Humanist, just to celebrate all their holidays.]

[All of them. From every religion. Even the internet ones.

Gamzee presses a bit closer, his chest pressing against Equius' as he slides his hand up around his neck. He nips at his lower lip for a moment, before he slides his tongue over it. Being bare-faced as he is, for once there isn't the inevitable smudging of face-paint all across Equius' face. Instead it is just kinda dry and soft. Not bad.]

[And Equius, to his credit, only winces a little when Gamzee's hand touches his neck, and manages to smother the cacophony of honks that try to rise up in his head. He's too distracted by kissing to realize that he's getting better at ignoring the sounds and voices that try and assault him whenever someone touches his neck.]

[Hey, if Gamzee has no problem with his sweat, he has no problem with facepaint, although it is kind of nice to not have to worry about doing a stain treatment on this shirt. Speaking of which...]

Hey... hey, would it be okay... if I took my shirt off? Would that bother you?

Ain't seeing a fuckin' reason why I should.

[Hey, he had already seen Equius naked. They had taken a bath together. They had even rolled around and cuddled half naked way before they had even hooked up. This would be chill. Nothing wrong with it.

Except somewhere at the back of his mind it feels less like a casually naked thing like when they change pajamas in front of each other and more of a purposeful thing like with Halloween. Luckily Gamzee is pretty ace at ignoring what goes on at the back of his mind.]

Okay. Thanks.

[Equius can tell himself it's because he's too hot, or that he has finally embraced Gamzee's lifestyle choice of casual nudity. He can tell himself those things, and he knows that Gamzee would probably believe him. However, he knows that this is purposeful nudity, that he wants Gamzee to see him shirtless, that he wants Gamzee to touch him on the chest without a shirt in the way, that he wants... he isn't sure entirely what he wants, only that it will eventually lead somewhere very grown-up and adult.]

[Either way, he slides his shirt up and over his head, casting it aside.]

[ Gamzee waits for Equius to cast aside the shirt and settle down against before he raises his hands, resting them against his shoulders, stroking his skin. It is silly, he knows; Equius doesn't exactly wear a lot that hides his skin, hell sometimes that tank top is more like an excuse to have his arrow on something than to cover up, and yet like this, right now, things just seems a whole load more naked.

His fingers stray for a moment, over Equius' new necklace (and seeing his sign against Equius' skin looks motherfuckin' fine) before he leans in again, kissing him a bit firmer.]

[Ironically, once upon a time, Equius would have loved to have been able to wear long-sleeved shirts, and if he's been able to, would have worn long, baggy shirts with high-necked collars and sleeves down to his wrists, just to hide his growing, freakish body. Sadly, those type of shirts practically disintegrated in his hands, along with their full-leg pants counterparts, so he was stuck with tank tops and shorts.]

[That's all in the past, though, and now he's not wearing any shirt at all, and as much as he'd like to have nothing between he and Gamzee right now, he isn't brave enough to ask. So he returns Gamzee's kiss, his lips searching and needy, and enjoys his matesprit's hands on his bare skin.]

[One of Gamzee's fingers toys idly with Equius' necklace as he brings up his other hand to cup his face. He presses into the kiss, a soft moan slipping past his lips as he arches closer. His own shirt is feeling oddly heavy and scratchy against his skin. Kinda like he wants it to be gone, like it really isn't meant to be here right now.]

[Having your shirt off while making out is great. Equius highly recommends it.]

[He likes the way Gamzee is playing with his necklace, and wishes he could do the same to the arrow Gamzee wears now. Instead, he presses as close as he can and tries to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving shyly against Gamzee's lower lip.]

[But he will just be in the shorts he slept in! That is! ... highly interesting, actually.

Shivering when he feels Equius' tongue slide over his bottom lip, he eagerly parts his lips underneath his, trying to coax Equius' tongue into his mouth. His blood pushers kicks up a notch, beating quicker in his chest as he presses close. And without his face paint, it is easy to see the way his cheeks are darkening into indigo.]

[Well, if you insist, good sir... far be it for Equius to deny you!]

[Equius obligingly lets Gamzee draw his tongue into his mouth, and he moans a little at the alternating sweet and salty taste of his matesprit. His eyes are closed right now, so he can't see the way Gamzee is blushing, but he can feel the heat rising on the other troll's cheeks, and he likes it. He likes that he can make Gamzee feel this way.]

[Gamzee tightens his legs a little around Equius' legs, his thighs pressing against those of his matesprit. He can feel Equius' glasses dig into his nose just slightly as he kisses him, the sensation of his broad chest against his skinny stack of ribs, the heat of his skin... it is all pretty damn amazing. A real miracle.]

Hn, wait. wait.

[He mumbles that against his lips, pulling back out of the kiss rather reluctantly as he sits up, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He drops it to the couch, before immediately diving in for another kiss again. Much better. Much better.]

[It would figure that the only time Gamzee doesn't get tangled up in his shirt is when there are sloppy makeouts on the line.]

[Equius hums, deep and appreciative, as Gamzee's bare skin touches his, and yes, they've been shirtless around each other before now, and have even cuddled shirtless, but this just feels different somehow. He brings up one hand, letting it hover near Gamzee's hip.]

Please... help me. I want to touch you...

[Gamzee nods a little, even if Equius didn't exactly ask him a question. Reaching down, he covers Equius' wide hand with his own, carefully guiding him the rest of the way to his hip. He shivers a little when he feels the warm, calloused skin resting half against his side, half over the waistband of his shorts.]

Like that?

[Equius shivers at the feeling of Gamzee's warm, bare skin under his palm.]

Yeah... just like that...

[He manages a small, delighted smile before diving back in for another kiss.]

[Gamzee shivers at the enthusiastic kissing, leaning back in. His mouth is just as eager as Equius' is, sliding sloppily against his. His fangs catch on his bottom lip for a moment, nipping, before he sucks. His cheeks by now are blooming bright indigo, stretching all the way up to the tips of his ears, and nearly drowning out the smattering of freckles across his nose.]

[Equius loves those freckles, has he ever mentioned that?]

[He moans happily as Gamzee sucks on his lower lip, and he's definitely sporting an awkward boner by now, but fortunately, his matesprit is sitting on him in a way that keeps that fact hidden. As long as Gamzee doesn't rock his hips forward, they're golden.]

[That's okay because the inside of Gamzee's shorts is not exactly as peaceful and calm as normal either.

Pressing his hands into his hair, cupping the back of his head, he deepens the kiss a bit, his chest pressing against Darkleer's, feeling his heart thud through his skin. And this is wonderful, intoxicating; like being on a cloud and everything is so amazing and lovely and he doesn't want it to stop.]

[And if Equius knew about the state of Gamzee's shorts, he would be deeply, deeply interested.]

[Equius leaves his hand on Gamzee's hip, unable to really move it around much now that Gamzee has stopped guiding it, but that's okay. Just having it there is enough. He can feel Gamzee's heart pound against his, and maybe it's a little faster than normal, and that just excites him further.]

[Yeah, taking off their shirts was an amazing idea.]

[It's okay. Feeling Equius' hand there is comforting. He slides his hand out of Equius' hair again, fumbling for his other hand, pulling that one up to rest against his hip as well. Now he's got both of Equius' huge hands on his hips, anchoring him down, and even if he can't really stroke him or anything, it is still wonderful. He's just a tactile guy, okay? Even these little touches excite him.

A lot if the state of his shorts is any evidence.]

[Oh yes, Equius likes this. He likes having both his hands on Gamzee at the same time, holding him in place; it's both tender and sweet and amazingly lewd and improper at the same time, both of which he appreciates. And maybe he's noticed how the fabric of Gamzee's shorts is pulled awkwardly across his hips, but he doesn't say anything.]

[Gamzee runs his tongue across Equius' bottom lip again before he pulls him into a deep kiss. And with Equius' hand now resting safely on his hip, that frees up his hand once more. Sliding it in between him, he strokes Equius' chest slowly, remembering that he had enjoyed that during their Halloween encounter. His nails accidentally skim his skin for a moment, running across his pecs.]

Mmmmmm...

[Equius almost starts purring at that, at the way Gamzee's hand is caressing his chest. He just likes being touched, period, and it really doesn't matter where or how, but something about this touch is extra special, and he moves towards Gamzee's hand. In doing so, he accidentally pushes his hips forward a bit too far, and his bulge bumps against the inside of Gamzee's thigh. He's too caught up in being touched to notice, though.]

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so when should we get Dadleer in here to interrupt?

When it would be the most hilarious, clearly.

/continues with the inappropriate icons

curse you /shakes fist

it's hard finding images of Equius smiling where he's NOT getting choked, okay?

There is pictures with ponies!

that's true! like this one!