Tavros is bent over, reaching for the remote. Gamzee can't resist; he reaches out and pinches a soft, round cheek. Tavros jumps and squeaks, "Gamzee!"

"Sorry motherfucker. It was right there. I couldn't all up and pass up and opportunity as motherfuckin' perfect as that."

Tav shakes his head.

"Lemme make it up to you."

"How?"

Gamzee grins then orders, "Bend over like you were before."

Tavros complies immediately. Gamzee yanks his pants off then Tavros' seconds later.

"Were you wearin' these just for me?"

Tavros blushes, remembering the white lacey panties he put on when he got up.

"I wanna see them soaked with your motherfuckin' nook juices."

"G-Gamzee…"

"yes, my motherfuckin' matesprit?"

"Pail me, p-please?"

"Of fuckin' course." Gamzee drops to his knees and licks a stripe up Tav's panties. A small brown spot starts to expand. Gamzee licks until the panties are stained with Tavros' fluids. When he pulls back, Tavros makes a pathetic sound in the back of his throat. "Damn, baby boy, you make the most miraculous sounds for me. Turn around for me."

Tavros turns shakily. The clown softly pushes their mouths together and after a while, Tavros starts to get greedy. He throws more of his weight into the kiss and gently bites Gamzee's lower lip.

Gamzee pulled Tavros away by the horns, making him whine. "Stay calm, motherfucker. Good things come, to those who wait."

"I can't wait anymore, Gamz," Tavros mumbles against Gamzee's throat. "I need your bulge in me NOW."

"Of course you do. And since you asked so nicely, you can have it all you want."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, when Tavros shoved Gamzee onto the sofa and pulled his shirt and underwear off. Gamzee gets his shirt and boxers off just in time to catch a lapful of naked brown blood. Their bulges twine together Tavros' warmth making Gamzee moan.

"Gamzee! I want it. I need it so bad!"

"Whatever you'd like, motherfucker." Gamzee pries their bulges apart and sinks himself into Tav's tight, wet heat.

Gamzee can feel how swollen and hard Tav's shame globes are. His egg sack twitches. 'I wanna breed him,' Gamzee thinks.

"I'm gonna fill you up, motherfucker. Gonna stuff your nook full of my eggs."

Tavros moans. His bouncing has gotten out of rhythm. Gamzee flips their positions and thrusts himself into Tavros. The rough treatment send Tavros over the edge and he releases genetic material all over his and Gamzee's legs. Gamzee locks himself into place and starts emptying eggs into Tavros' nook.

Tav feels hat and overly sensitive, and the eggs are cooling him down and hitting every sensitive place inside him and it's too much and not enough. Gamzee finally pulls his bulge out and it sheathes back up.

Tavros can't get his all the way inside with how full he is.

"Wow babe, all these eggs are making you swell the fuck up!"

Tavros is panting. He moves to sit up and feels the fluids and eggs shift inside him. He moans loudly.

"Are you okay? Was that too much? Shit you di-"

"Gamzee, that was amazing."

"It won't feel very good at all when those motherfuckers all up and combine in there."

"I know that gam."

Gamzee picks Tavros up, carries him to the ablution block, gets them both cleaned up, and then carries him to the respite block. Gamzee carefully puts the littler troll into the 'coon follow directly after.

Tavros wakes up the next morning a little bigger but with less eggs inside. And a strange tingling in his nook.

"Gamzee…"