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Heat (ALSOSORRYTHISTOOK8YEAERS)

Heyy, before the story starts, first off, yeah, this took fucking forever (sorry). Second, yeah, it's not realistic at all whoops I got too excited just enjoy it I guess lol.

Heat.
An painful few days of need, desperation, and want. a time for trolls over 6 sweeps to make sure that they have the proper amount of genetic material to present to the imperial drones to avoid the culling spears. Today, another troll,of 7 sweeps, is experiencing this.
You are Gamzee Makara, and God damn does this hurt. You shift in your desk chair, the movement making you shudder and softly whine. You know that 'helping yourself out' isn't an option; you've tried countless times before. It's just like teasing touches that make the next few days go by even slower.
You're just resting your head on your desk, your hands clamped in your hair, panting and groaning at the heat pulsing through you. It's almost unbearable. Your bulge is totally unsheathed, throbbing, engorged almost painfully with indigo blood. Your nook feels despairingly empty and dripping wet as you lightly grind onto your chair.
You revel at the feeling, forgetting yourself and shoving your hands past your waist band as you lean back. Your hands desperately tug on your bulge and push past the lips of your nook, making you let out a loud, throaty cry. Seconds later, more fingers have hastily been stuffed into your nook until you're stretched to fit four in minutes. They brush over that delicious, sensetive spot in you every time you push them back in. A wail bursts past your lips, tossing your head back. You rut your hips forward against your hands, shuddering.
This keeps going for what feels like an hour, and very well could have been. The broiling hot heat has only grown stronger and the pain has worsened. You've doubled over onto yourself, hands coated in indigo. Your breathing is so labored you might pass out.
Finally, with a defeated grunt/sob, you take your hands out of your pants, still desperately grinding onto your seat. You keep like that, simply panting and groaning in pure need, until your husktop pings with a message.
It takes you almost a full minute to uncurl yourself and get it out of your modus. Upon opening it, you see a familiar peanut butter brown font that makes your bulge pulse with immediate want.
[adiosToreador started trolling terminallyCapricious]
AT: hEY GAMZEE
AT: i WAS WONDERING IF YOU WOULD WANT TO HAVE ME OVER, iF YOU'RE NOT BUSY
TC: Oh MoThErFuCk BrO
TC: YoU cAn ToTaLlY cOmE
TC: a MoThErFuCkErS bEeN aChInG tO sEe A bRoThEr
AT: oH, aLRIGHT, i'LL BE OVER IN, i GUESS, aROUND 20 mINUTES
AT: aM I GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU?
AT: oR UH, i GUESS, sLEEP OVER, i MEAN
TC: mOtHeRfUcK yEs BrO
TC: GeT yOuR aSs oVeR hErE aS sOoN aS fUcKiN pOsSiBlE
AT: uH, aLRIGHT, iLL SEE YOU SOON,
AT: }:)
[adiosToreador has ceased trolling terminallyCapricious]
"FuUuUuUcK,"
Every since he said that 'sleep with you' thing, you've been going at yourself again. You're practically dripping with sweat, digging your long nails into the wood of your desk.
It hurts, fuck, it hurts, but at the same time it feels so good. Twenty minutes, you tell yourself, twenty minutes until you'll get release. You pulse again in your own hand, just the thought of it, of him, of the two of you, wrapped into eachother.
"UgHhH.."
You groan, hesitatingly bringing your hand back out of your pants, it's coated again. You just wipe it on your pants, leaning forward to rest on your desk.
Breathe.
Just breathe, you don't want to hurt him. You just, just want to pound him into the ground, slam him against a wall, pull his hair, bite his neck, scratch, grab, touch, all of it. Yes, yes YES.
You hear it, finally, you hear a tentative knock on your front door. You bolt up, knocking over your husktop and chair, pushing sweaty hair out of your face as you jump down the steps four at a time. You wrench the door open, revealing a s. His lips, God, do you want to just lean over and devour that mouth until it's the only thing you can taste. You wanna just get to those horns and rub them till they fall off, wanna just grab every part of him.
"hEY 'zEE, wHATS U-"
Fuck the chitchat. You're on him immediately, grabbing the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the now closed door. He yelps, but he can't do much else before you press yourself against him as much as possible, stooping down in a heated kiss. Yes, YES YES!! Oh god, you ravish that mouth, your poor confused flush buddy trying his best to reciprocate a bit. Without hesitation, your hands (covered and sweat and a little bit of indigo) go up to grope at his horns, making him gasp and pull away a little
"g-gAMZ, yOURE GOING, a LITTLE FA-"
You shut him up with another kiss, pulling him as close as possible with those horns. He moans at the feeling, and you drink in the sound like its the only thing keeping you alive. You've kissed him before; you two are borderline Matesprites, but it's never been this heated or fast paced. But despite this, it's still going too slow for you, it's all so agonizingly slow!! Your hands are up his shirt now, trailing up his girlishly curved hips and over his chest. He yelps, your hands are burning hot against him. Your mouth is at his neck, and you forget it, forget being careful or slow for him. Your teeth immediately sink into the soft junction between his shoulder and neck, making you let out a desperate moan. He yelps loudly, pushing on your chest to try to move you away. Your shuddering arms wrap around him as you trail your tongue over the wound, panting almost ferally. He says something, sounding kind of upset, but you can't hear it past the haze of heat that has only grown stronger from the coppery taste in your mouth. Your mind fogged, you've pushed him roughly to the floor beneath you before you even realize what you're doing. You pin his wrists to the ground, locking your eyes onto his flushed face, leaning down to let your mouth clash with his messily, roughly. His legs kick around a bit at first, but he seems to just sort of accept defeat for the time being. Your desperation butts all common sense aside, and you moan into his lips as you grind your hips down against his. You revel the feeling, pushing down harder against him, rolling your hips and groaning loudly as you break the kiss. you're suddenly aware of how woefully scratchy your shirt is against your skin, pulling it off with large amounts of ripping involved. Looking down at him, he looks surprised and a little scared, and just, so, so submissive. You groan, grabbing the hem of his shirt and ripping it over his horns. You don't realize that this might upset him at the time. Your hands hungrily grab at his sides where his grub scars are, making him shudder and whine. You're leaning down again, suckling and biting on his collarbone and neck, leaving beautiful dark marks behind. All the while, the temperature of the room heightens by the second. More, you need more! You let go of his bruised wrists to grab at his pants, tugging them down before he can protest. With his pants bunched a little below his knees, you lean down to run your tongue up the fabric (fiduspawn themed boxers, you think hazily, Gog he's so cute.) covering his crotch, earning yourself a shaky gasp. Looking up, you feel your bulge curl into itself at the sight of his flushed face, hand covering his mouth to prevent any more sounds, the other hand pressed flat to the floor for support. It's such a beautiful sight, and you feel your already heated face flush deeper. Again, your tongue runs up the slowly staining fabric, pushing rougher against his nook as you go. You stay there for a while, letting his soft moans be muffled by his hand. Eventually, you grow impatient again, pulling back and tugging his pants the rest of the way off. He's left almost completely naked, trying to cover himself slightly in embarrassment, pinned down by his wrists. You can't help that your heart swells at how... Perfect he looks there. A purr rises in the back of your throat as you quickly push your lips against his. You pull back, panting, and lean back to tug off your pajama pants, the two of you now both almost completely exposed to eachother. He's blushing more than you've ever seen him before, and you're probably the same way. You grab at his boxers, and he yelps, closing his eyes and covering his blushing face. He's so nervous, and cute, and oh god you can't wait any longer for this, your mind is clouding over again.  You've tugged both of your underwear off before you can even register what's going on, revealing both of your unsheathed bulges (yours much more desperately moving towards his). Without any hesitation the two appendages entwine themselves into eachother, twisting and coiling to get as much stimulation and friction as possible. You throw your head back and oh god, this is exactly what you needed, this, this is so good. You moan loudly, pushing yourself closer to him to feel your bulges coil tighter together. He's suddenly grabbing you by the shoulder, pulling you down and latching his mouth to yours. You wrap your arms around him, moaning loudly into his mouth. This is perfect, all so perfect, but it's still not enough,
"T-TaAaAv!"
You yank your bulge out of the knot, lifting yourself up over him and letting him slide into your quaking nook. You're, you're already so wet, so it slides right in, but the stretch oh fuck the stretch, It's so much, he's so warm and good and you absently hear him moan in ecstasy. You're not far behind, wailing and lifting yourself up just to slam yourself back onto him. He hits you so deep, you can't handle how good he makes you feel. His soft, delicate hands grab your bony hips, pushing you down harder on him. Its all becoming so much, you're still built up from earlier, you're getting so close so soon-!
With a wail, you release, coating his bulge and a little of his chest with indigo. He looks surprised, quickly fumbling to help you get off of him, but the itch is still there, the need, the heat, the pain. You only stop for a second before continuing to bounce on him, knees shaking. Again, surprise from him, but it doesn't take long for him to keep helping you along. He's getting close soon, you can tell by the static thrusts and louder moans. Your hand moves to wrap around your own bulge as you bounce, pumping rapidly. He whines at the sight, and suddenly his nails are digging into your hips as he cries out. His eyebrows knit together, his eyes squeeze shut, and his back arches high off the ground.
"b-bUCKET! bUCKET!"
You can't, you can't grab for the bucket in your modus, it's too much, too much as hot bronze material shoots into your nook. It feels so Good, and slick and warm and amazing, and you just go faster now, go rougher.
"g-gAM, tOO MUCH!"
He's panting and whining, over sensitive and tired from his first time pailing. But you can't stop, no matter how much you know you should for his sake. All you can do is grab onto his shoulders for dear life and keep going like your life depends on it. Which, to you, it does. The pressure you feel in your stomach from his and your material building up is so good.
"gAM, gAMZ! w-wAIT, nO MORE!"
He's pushing on your chest, crying out, but you need this so much, you grab his hands and slam them against the ground near his horns. You're desperate, so fucking desperate. He's moaning again, finally feeling pleasure somewhere in the sharp sensitivity, and his face, oh god his face, so flushed and needy and overwhelmed and you're kissing him so suddenly with such ferocity that you cut his lip with one of your fangs and you can't help but run your tongue over the wound.
"T-TaAaAv, TaV, Oh GoD i NeEd YoU sO mOtHeRfUcKiN bAd!"
He moans louder in response, holding your bruised hips again. Yore unraveling, nails digging into his shoulders as you throw your head back again. Your nook is so sensitive, oh god, it's almost painful having him inside you now. With a whine and with shaky knees yourself off of him, not even realizing that you left him hot and hanging. He whimpers when his bulge leaves the warmth and tightness of your nook, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
You're glad that you're not going to disappoint him.
You're still aching for more; your bulge pulses and twists against itself. But you want to help Tav first.
"gAMZEE, gAMZEE PLEASE COME ON,"
You cover his mouth with yours, letting your hand drift down to his swaying bulge. He moans as you wrap your long skilled fingers around him, giving his bulge a squeeze that makes him jump and cry out. Your lips disconnect with his, letting them press up against his leathery ear. (I love the versions of Tavros where he has those sort of cow ears sorrynotsorry). You whisper into his ear how much you want him, how much you ache for him. You whisper all the ways you want to have him, what you'll do to him. You take breaks to breathe heavily onto his neck, sometimes moving down to lick and nip at it. He unravels in minutes, panting and keening and finally screaming as he is hit with a second orgasm. He looks so gorgeous like this, but just looking at him isn't enough.
"TaV, tAvBaBe I nEeD mOrE, pLeAsE.."
You grab at his bulge again, hoping to get him in the mood again, and he wrenches in a shuddering breath before practically wailing, his bulge stilling from trying to resheathe.
"n-nO! nONONO!"
He shoves your hands away from his bulge, and you get the picture to stop with that.
Instead, you pick him up and stumble into the living room, setting him on a love seat facing you, kneeling on the floor. You move his legs for them to rest on your shoulders. He's too innocent to know what to do, and oh god the fact that you know you're the first person to make him feel like this makes your pumper swell with redness. His nook is right in front of your face, looking so fucking tight and  plump and both of your material is dripping down onto it from his bulge and oh god that is going to feel so fucking good later, but you need to get him ready, you, you don't want to hurt him. You take the bucket out of your modus, placing it in front of you under him. Your hands move under his plush rump to give him a firm squeeze before pulling him forward, his nook meeting your tongue.

He shudders, a little whimper passing his lips. You let your tongue lap up the material on his thighs. You push slightly into his nook, wriggling your tongue to get farther. Your hands massage his ass as you slip further in, and oh god he's so warm and, slick, and tight oh god. Your nails dig into his soft cheeks and he whines even louder, his hands tangling in your hair and horns. Your tongue writhes further into him, and you move one of your hands up to spread him and get even deeper.
"o-oH GOGG,,,"
He groans and tosses his head back, panting roughly. He's unsheathed again, but that's not to say that he's not still horribly sensitive there. You of course, don't think of this. Your hand that still rests under his rump gives it a tight squeeze before wrapping it around his bulge. He yelps, bucking forward, making your tongue delve even deeper into him, hitting something that turns his yelp into a luxurious moan. You focus on just that spot after that, letting the overwhelming pleasure mix with the intense sensitivity. He's purring, low in his chest, along with the high pitched moans.
He sounds so fucking delicious, and you can tell he's getting close to release.
"g-gAAM, gAAAMZ! oH GOG-"
Right before he tips off the edge for the third time, you take your tongue out of his nook and move up to engulf his bulge with a hard suck. He wails as his hands on your hair grip tightly to your horns. You take him out of your mouth as he comes, letting him spill into the bucket below. You watch with hungry eyes as translucent bronze drips down his thighs. Back to his face, he looks so content and overwhelmed but, he can't fucking be done, you need more, oh god you need to be inside of him-
You hardly think as you spring forward to spread his thighs and grind your bulge against his nook.
"gAMZEE, gAMZ, i,"
"PlEaSe TaV, fUcK, pLeAsE oNe MoRe TiMe PlEaSe!"
You whimper and keep grinding. If Tavros really, really doesn't want to keep going, you won't motherfucking force him. That shit isn't right.
"gAMZ, i DONT KNOW IF i,,,"
He looks hesitant
"o-oKAY, oNE, j-jUST ONE MORE TI-"
Your mouth smashes to his with a moan of thanks. You pull back, before pushing your bulge forward to into his nook. He's squirming, whimpering, the tight fit mixed with the sensitivity eclipsing the pleasure at first. You're not even half way in when he tells you to stop for him to adjust. You do, but oh Gog it's killing you to know that you could just push all the way in and it would feel so amazing right now.
"o-oKAY, yOU CAN, gO"
You ditch the slow pace from earlier, too intent on your own release, and press the rest of the way into him. He yelps, the hands he has gripping your back scrape down, leaving long purple scratches. You groan, he's so fucking warm, and tight, and oh Gog-
You snap, digging your fingers into his sides and pulling back to thrust back in as forcefully as possible. He moans as you pound into him, throwing your head back, nails puncturing the skin on his waist. You drag him off the couch and push him onto his back, grabbing his hands. His sounds, his moans oh god he sounds like he's gonna melt and you're not far behind. You lean forward, kissing him desperately and sloppily. Your teeth sink into his shoulder again, making him cry out. You're so close, oh fuck you're so close!! Your hand wraps around his bulge and pumps it at breakneck speed with no real rhythm. He can't even cope with the onslaught of pleasure, arching his back high and screaming out. His perfect face is scrunched into a look of desperation; eyebrows knitted together and mouth hanging open, his deep chocolate eyes squeezed shut. His shuddering arms continue to rake down your back, leaving deep gashes in their wake. It's all building up, every touch, every feeling, and suddenly you're driving into him at a speed you didn't think possible as you release in him. He whimpers as you fill him, his nook contracting around you as he finishes seconds after you. Indigo and bronze pour into the bucket below as you both ride out your orgasms to the fullest extent before collapsing. You captchalogue the bucket before wrapping weak arms around your matesprite.
The heat is quelled. The throbbing stopped. The relief floods you all at once, your previously tensed shoulders relaxing. After all this, the two of your rest.
After all, you're gonna need it.
In a few hours, this'll all start up again.