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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[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.]

[Gamzee jerks a little when he suddenly feels Equius' hardon press against the inside of his thigh. Oh. Right. That... tends to be a thing, yes. Stupid teenaged bodies with minds of their own.

But for once, rather than stop kissing, he presses a little closer, shyly!, his mouth sliding against Equius with a soft sound.]

[Equius notices that sudden motion, and realizes what is happening, oh gosh, he's got an erection and he's hitting Gamzee with it, what even...]

[But then Gamzee doesn't pull away, actually does the exact opposite and rubs up against him, and Equius' eyes widen behind their shades. Oh. Well then.]

[He's too stricken with nerves to do anything else, but he makes a quiet, moaning sound into Gamzee's mouth when the other troll presses up against his bulge.]

[It's a soft moan that Gamzee soon mirrors. Because with the way Equius is shifting underneath him, and the way he is pressing closer, he can press his bulge up against his hip as well, and oh fuck, that feels kind of wonderful. Also abjectly terrifying and really adult in a way Gamzee isn't sure he is ready for yet. But also amazing.]

Ahem.

[This is not the sort of thing he wanted to wake up to this morning. This is why he should never sleep. Weird things always seem to happen when he dares to go to sleep or try a regular sleeping schedule. ]

[Not that this is particularly weird. Just awkward. Darkleer wishes he could say just what makes this so awkward, because god knows he's stumbled onto similar (or worse) with subordinates or squadmates, but...]

[Listen, he doesn't have to explain himself to you, narration. It's just awkward.]

[Not that the level of awkward he feels is apparent on his face. It's the same stoic expression as usual. Thank god for glasses.]

Equius. Gamzee. Good morning.

[Please kindly untangle and remember that you are living with another person now. Please.]

[The first soft cough almost has Gamzee asking if Equius caught a cold but then those words come and he shoots backward as if burned. That is not what he had been expecting.

He scoots backwards until he goes tumbling off of Equius' lap, landing (harmlessly) on his ass on the ground, his legs still on the couch, and his face so bright indigo it is nearly radiating.

And still. You know. Kinda hard. And shirtless. And.

Oh god could the fuckin' earth just chomp him up right now? That'd be cool.]

[Equius is a little slower on the uptake, maybe because most of the blood in his body is diverted southward and things are feeling awfully muzzy up in his head. He blinks when Gamzee jerks away from him and goes topping off the couch, and his hands hover in the air, where they had just seconds before been touching his matesprit's hips. Hopefully that doesn't draw attention to the... yeah, it totally draws attention to the massive railroad spike he's sporting.]

[Oh. Oh, hey, it's Darkleer! Equius turns his head and offers a dazed, silly grin.]

Good morning, Dark...

... leer...

[OH SWEET SUFFERING TROLL JESUS, WHAT?!]

[Already flushed, Equius now looks like someone threw a bucket of blue paint on him and splashed it all over his skin in big, embarrassing blotches, and in a flurry of motion, he goes to grab a pillow off the couch to cover himself.]

[But of course, he's Equius, and unless he's concentrating, he can't control his strength, and the pillow explodes under the pressure of his grip, sending a blizzard of white feathers up into the air.]

[Oh, to be young and in no control of hormones. He faintly remembers going through that same period in life. Not 'faintly' because he's old, but 'faintly' because he has been doing his best for sweeps to completely forget it.]

[As pillows explode everywhere, Darkleer just sighs and closes his eyes. Adolescence is a horrible thing.]

You two may want to clean that up and have cold showers. [Or.. you know, other methods. But he won't mention those.] Equius, when you're done, I believe we'll need to have a talk.

[And oh god, it is not a talk he is ready for.]

Edited 2012-01-10 06:46 (UTC)

[Gamzee kind off awkwardly shuffles some of the feathers up into a pile before he grabs his abandoned shirt, kind of scrambling up from the floor, his cheeks still burning.]

I. Uh. Clothes.

[And yep, he's absconding right up the stairs, slamming a door behind him once he gets there.

It is not a bedroom door. Screw you, Zahhak. In times of love and inappropriate boners, it is every troll for himself.]

... yes, sir.

[Equius is buried under a little drift of feathers, many of which are sticking to the sweat on his bare skin, and he can't meet Darkleer's eyes for anything. Instead, he keeps his head down and makes a mental call for RoboEquius, who trips down the stairs moments later with the vacuum cleaner, for once eager and happy to help with housework.]

[And yeah, he knows Gamzee is in the bathroom, so he's just going to sit here as RoboEquius fusses around him cleaning up, breathing deep and trying to will his erection away, hoping Darkleer will leave and he can make his retreat to the bathroom as soon as Gamzee is done.]

[... and he hopes Gamzee hurries up, or there's going to be some unpleasantness in the kitchen sink soon.]

[Stay out of that kitchen sink, Equius, he's going to be using that! Because right now, Darkleer is going to try and wipe this incident clean from his mind and just focus on a retreat of his own to the kitchen. Breakfast. Yeah. That is a thing he should be focusing on.]

[Luckily for the sink, and Equius, and Darkleer, after a not too long there is the sound of a bathroom door opening, shutting and then the same happening to the bedroom one. Yep. Gamzee is done. Ask him no details. Ever. Please.

Aaaand, he is in no hurry to come downstairs. Gotta fix his face, you know. At least if he has the paint on, it won't show when he flushes looking Darkleer or Equius in the face.]

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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!

We really should get Darkleer into this

shall we ask James to dadblock this, then?

Lets

Children pls

grabbing so kathryn has more to lol at in the morning

1/3, and there was just lol-ing, indeed

2/3

3/3

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