Lavender and Caramel
Warning: Smut (I was bored, okay?)
Flame if you want to. Haters gonna hate.
There were many things about Gamzee that caused a blush to arise in Tavros' cheeks: his crass sense of humor, the cleverly insulting comebacks he gave Vriska and her ilk, and the occasional sweet kiss they would share in public were only a few things on the top of the list. But the one that topped them all, the one Tavros wasn't ever sure if he hated til death or loved with every breath, was the fact that Gamzee made quite a bit of noise in bed.
Living in a dorm, it made a bit of a problem. Tavros would smile about it the mornings after, but his heart would jump during the night and every second he hoped no one but he could hear it. Nepeta assured him otherwise many a time, but Gamzee would only laugh and tell her that it was merely her overactive imagination. Tonight, though...tonight, Tavros was sure Nepeta could not be swayed the once dawn came.
Tavros found himself blinking sweat from his eyes once again as he dropped his forehead to Gamzee's shoulder, lost in their shared rhythm as he panted hot breath against Gamzee's damp skin. He knew Gamzee was not one for giving himself up so easily, but it was easy to see he'd forgotten about it quite quickly. An rushed litany of profanities left his lips, making Tavros cringe slightly as he moved within his lover. He consistently changed the angle of his hips, making each thrust harder and faster, very careful not to slip into monotony and keep every movement he made, every noise that left Gamzee's mouth, different from the last. The warmth between them outdid the chill of winter in the rest of the room, kept alive by the friction of their bodies.
From this near, Tavros could not only hear, but also felt the breath hitching in Gamzee's chest, causing his loud ragged moans that was sure to leave him hoarse in the morning. Tavros was lost in the sound, his eyes closing tightly as he felt his climax near, a look of desperation crossing his face as he thrust wildly at random, making Gamzee's voice curl upward into a short scream as he cried out. And all of a sudden, there it was. A hard slam to his midsection, voiding Tavros of his breath for a blind moment as Gamzee arched against him, then a jolt of electricity throughout his core and Tavros spilled over. Harsh sounds, almost sobs, escaped unbidden from his throat as Gamzee met the same end and the Capricorn fell to rest again, trying to catch his breath.
"Have fun?" Nepeta giggled, meeting Gamzee and Tavros by the elevator the following morning. Gamzee smiled wickedly above him, but Tavros could only blush, his face a brilliant scarlet.
"As fun as motherfucking miracles get."