For after Chapter 35 of Everything's new and Miraculous

"Hey Tavbro. You do got a know on to that this shit was up all on your face the whole motherfucking day?"

"I.. What.. That.. Oh.."

Your face feels hot and you rub the remnants of his make-up off of your face like that will keep it from having been there the whole day. That explains why Nepeta, who you have decided kept that whole kiss thing from you so Gamzee would have his chance to go first, giggled at you a lot after your little 'talk' with him. You are not quite sure if you can call it a talk since turned to almost make-outs in the staff room. You think maybe you are up for some actual make-outs of the sloppy variety right now. You are not sure why.

You are a little spaced out when you feel Gamzee wiping more of that creamy white stuff on your nose. "H-.. hey!" you laugh. His sides are ticklish. You put on your most devious face and wiggle your fingers around there, sending him into a fit of chuckles. They are a little more high pitched than most people will expect but you think they are very befitting of him. Very cute too. You love hearing them.

You release his sides to grab his wrists and pin them down on the couch cushions. Your cheeks burn. You can do this. His giggles stop and he looks at you quizzically. You crane your head around and nip at his neck. Unlike you would have if he'd done that to you, he doesn't squeak. He just gives you a slight moan of encouragement. You continue, nervously streaming kisses where you can get at without receiving a mouth-full of his sweet smelling hair. "Fuck... Tav..." You pull back to look at his face. Then you start up a deep kiss on the lips, shifting your hands around so one of yours holds both of his down in his lap. You use the newly freed one to brush some of his raven locks out of the way before unlocking lips and tilting your head to get at his ear.

You gently nudge the metallic loops with your tongue. He tries to move into it but you slip your hand behind his head and hold him still. He snickers a little. You smirk and wrap your lips around the lobe, sucking gently. You know you're not doing anything wrong. You know this because if you are he won't care, or probably even notice. You are pretty sure he really likes it when you try to stand up for yourself, or in this case show some dominance. He was elated when you yelled at him for wasting so much on you. You want to make him happy. You want him.

He groans and struggles a little, like he wants his hands free. You don't allow it. He may be surprisingly strong for his bean-pole stature, but you are even more so for your obvious handicap. Years of pushing the wheels on your chair gained some muscle tone and you manage to hold them down. You can feel the heat radiating off of his face now. It feels great. You unzip his jacket a little, tug his shirt out of the way, and nibble at his shoulder. He bucks under you, "Oh fuck.. Ahn Tav..." You stop for a moment, shift your eyes to look up to him. He gazes back down at you almost desperately. You grin. "Motherfuck... Tavros please don't up and stop Tav oh god..." Your spine tingles. His voice sounds so sultry and so hungry. You feel needed. Maybe you are needed. You want to hear it more. You can't believe the things you are thinking, the things you are doing. You don't care anymore.

It's suddenly very uncomfortable to be wearing pants. "Uh... j..Just wait.. A little Gamzee..." He nods but you can hear a slight whine escape from his lips. You press a kiss to them. He grins when you release his wrists and he helps you shuffle off of him. You're pretty sure he knows what you're thinking. You yank off your shirt and plaid, well you guess it's considered a, jacket, despite the short sleeves. You start shifting around working your pants off, then suddenly Gamzee is in front of you and is anxiously pressing his fingers against the hem of your pants. He is also suddenly lacking in the clothing department. You swallow hard.

"You mind if I get on up and help at you with this shit?"

"Oh... I.. Don't mind, ven a little.. Actually."

He beams widely and kneels down in front of you to carefully slips your bottoms off. You purse your lips, then lean over and ruffle his hair, run your fingers down his face to his chin. You urge him upwards and he follows your hand. You smile down at him until you've gotten him to crawl up into your lap. You slip your hand away. He grins at you expectantly. You can't remember when you gained control of this situation. You don't care. You are really enjoying it. You are mostly enjoying it because you can see he is enjoying it, probably a lot more than he should. He whines purposefully and you snicker at him.

You run your hands along his sides. Across his chest. Down his stomach. He responds each time by repeating your name in a pleasured tone, by asking for more, and you reward him with a more intimate touch. You run your tongue along his neck and watch as he digs his fingers into the couch cushions. You reach down and grab his erection. His hips buck up. "N..No... D..Don't do that." you chide. He whimpers. You chuckle, taking his face in one hand and pulling him into a kiss. Your thumb rubs along his jawline while you work your tongue into his mouth. You tighten your grip on him slightly. He moans into you and it makes you shudder.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders. You release him. He gives you the cutest fucking puppy face you've ever seen, with or without ruined clown make-up. You grab his hips and shift him forward a little, he leans back to compensate while you do so, staring down curiously. You take a deep breath, pull him just a bit further. His breath hitches as you grip his length and run it against yours, then you work your hand almost all the way around both of them. You can't suppress a moan. His hand hovers by yours and he stares at you, begging for permission with his eyes. "Y..You can."

"Ah... Motherfuck yes..." he breathes, twining his fingers between yours and closing the gap your hand left. You bite your bottom lip. You start running both of your hands up and down along around your erections. You groan and he arches back, you go faster. Faster. Harder. More. Your sight is blurring a little. It feels so good. He loves this. You love this. You love him. Your hips try to go up into it but they can't. His don't have that problem and he is grinding into it now. "Ah... Tav.. Shit, I..." he moans and bucks roughly and you feel something warm spill on your hand but you don't stop because you are so close. His hand tightens it's grip and your head throws back against the couch before you know what is happening and everything feels fucking perfect.

You yell his name and come, you want him to know it is because of him. You let go and he tries to keep balanced on your shoulder and he falls back off the couch. He laughs heartily and you end up joining in on it once you're sure he's not hurt. You smile and it doesn't show through on your face that you are at least eleven times angrier at Eridan for trying to take Gamzee away from you.

Dominant Tav is dominant

Gamzee fell off the couch because of reasons.