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So I gOt ThIs QuEsTiOn FoR aLl YoU mOtHeRfUcKeRs WhAt KnOw AbOuT mAgIc.
Is It PoSsIbLe ThAt MaYbE a MoThErFuCkEr CoUlD hAvE a CuRsE oN hIm?
LiKe A kInD oF CuRsE tHaT mAkEs It So WhEnEvEr A mOtHeRfUcKeR mAyBe DoEs SoMeThInG eLsE tO aNoThEr MoThErFuCkEr, JuSt TrYiNg To Be AlL fRiEnDlY aNd ExPrEsS a LiTtLe MoThErFuCkIn TeNdErNeSs, ThEn ThE sEcOnD mOtHeRfUcKeR jUsT gEtS aLl SaLtY wItH hIm Or MaYbE aLl SnOw StOrM oN tHaT fIrSt MoThErFuCkEr'S aRsE aNd EvErYtHiNg Is AlL rUiNeD?
oR a HeX?

((OOC translation:
So I got this question for all you motherfuckers what know about magic.
Is it possible that maybe a motherfucker could have a curse on him?
Like a kind of curse that makes it so whenever a motherfucker maybe does something else to another motherfucker, just trying to be all friendly and express a little motherfuckin tenderness, then the second motherfucker just gets all salty with him or maybe all snow storm on that first motherfucker's arse and everything is all ruined?
Or a hex?

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[It's a good thing that he does. Eridan's first response is to freeze in surprise, and then go all funny and melty into it. His hands sort of fist awkward in Gamzee's clothes, tugging at them without really knowing why or what to do with that, and he's shocked at how warm somebody's hands feel against his face, and how soft Gamzee's lips are and the way he can feel his breath right to the side of his nose and and and]

[And then Gamzee adds tongue, because that's what you do when you're kissing, right? Well, it's what the Slytherin usually does, anyway, and his fingers push up into the hair on either side of the smaller boy's head as he licks into Eridan's mouth, just an exploratory little foray into deeper kissing.

It's so ... nice. Really, really nice, the way the other Slytherin's hands are in his clothes and he's kissing back and there's no confusion, just something really sweet and damn, is this what it's like to kiss when he's not drunk?]

[Eridan doesn't have the slightest idea what you do when you're kissing. But he vaguely remembers this, and that's enough to quiet the surprised almost-moan when he feels Gamzee's tongue breach past his lips, poking his own back experimentally. On another day he might have broken away to bitch about his hair getting ruined, but not today.

Mentally he tries to keep himself focused, but he keeps getting lost in little moments that surprise him. The way he can feel the individual strands of his hair stir. The way he's hyper aware of his heart pounding in his chest and in his ears, and the way that if he presses his hands forward he can feel Gamzee's heart through his clothes. Maybe there's something to be said for miracles after all?

That is a dumb thought and he instantly thinks so, even though it really is nice. Nicer than things have been for him in awhile.]

[Gamzee's kisses are sloppy and deep and sweet. He may have done this a few more times than Eridan, but that doesn't mean he's super practiced at it. Still, he seems to have a definite idea of what he's doing and what he wants, and as their tongues tangle messily, one hand slides down to wrap around the smaller boy's waist while the older Slytherin scoots his own long body closer.

It's with a kind of surprised regret that he pulls back briefly when he has to breathe, his dark eyes half-lidded as he stares into Eridan's face for only inches away.]

Damn, bro.

[In contrast, Eridan's eyes have gone big and surprised, like he can't really believe there's an arm wrapped around his waste and somebody this close in his space. He even leans back into it, like he needs more perspective, needs to test that it's really there holding him to Gamzee.]

Holy fuck. [He's shocked to find that he's breathing so hard, and that his mouth feels so wet. And that that was really, really good.]

[Gamzee's arm tightens briefly as Eridan leans back, like he doesn't want him moving away, and his own cheeks are flushed a light pink.]

Damn, [he says again] ain't you got the prettiest motherfuckin' eyes?

[Had he ever noticed that before? He's not sure, but he sure is noticing now. Maybe all his ideas aren't bad ones, because the look on Eridan's face right now is doing all sorts of warm and squashy things to his stomach. So he kisses the younger boy again, because what else is there to do in this sort of situation?]

What- [He manages to get out, before his mouth is occupied again with his lips all squished up in the middle of making words, and damn if that isn't awkward. Eridan struggles to get reoriented and find a way to press back, clumsy and almost shivering with the way he can feel little prickles climbing up his spine and through his hair, conscious of being actively wanted and admired in a way that makes him acutely aware of his skin and where Gamzee touches him.

After a few more seconds he shifts, sliding his arms loosely around Gamzee's neck because holding his clothes was getting in the way of being held, and he thinks he maybe likes that better than feeling Gamzee's heart beneath his hands. Maybe.]

[And that's a whole new kind of feeling, too, being held onto like that. Gamzee starts trying to pull Eridan practically into his lap as they kiss, which is also pretty damn awkward, but the older boy just wants to get closer. He's feeling a stiffening in the loose, baggy fabric of his pants, and while he's seen way more than his fair share of pornography, he's not exactly going to just dive in and try to get Eridan to suck it. He's had his fantasies, but this is different, this is his actual friend-who-might-be-more-soon kissing him on the steps of the Astronomy Tower and he deserves a little motherfuckin' consideration, and also Gamzee thinks he might explode if the other Slytherin's mouth serious got near his dick.

But it might be kind of nice to have the smaller body kind of just ... resting there. Maybe closer. His warm frame pressed against Gamzee's longer body- damn, why hadn't they done this in the dorm?]

[Less than dignified, he goes, wiggling himself up there without the slightest clue of what Gamzee's thinking about. Eridan wouldn't even know what to say if he were asked- kissing, holding, that he could do, but full on dick contact might be another matter entirely, one that made his insides all tight with nerves and maybe anticipation when he had ruminated on it before.

Still by the time he's there, trying to perch himself on Gamzee's thighs, he's forgotten about any kinds of anxiety about it, wrapping his arms tighter around his neck and starting to press forward into all those kisses, making them harder than sweet.]

[The older boy's arms go around Eridan's waist, pulling him so their bodies are flush together as they kiss, one hand resting lightly on the other Slytherin's ass, which is- heh. Gamzee doesn't squeeze or anything, but he sure is aware of where that hand is sitting.

He tries to answer his friend's harder kisses by opening his mouth further, sucking on the other boy's tongue, but this whole making out thing is still a work in progress. A very, very enjoyable work in progress, which is made quite obvious not only from the low noises Gamzee's making into Eridan's mouth, but by the lump that's pressed up against one of the younger boy's thighs.]

[Eridan doesn't even hardly notice. Well, somewhere in the back of his mind, he does, but he's more concerned with the way Gamzee's sucking on his tongue, which is making all sorts of little explosions go off in his stomach, and the way he can get great big handfuls of his hair and tug on them. And also, he's far more interested in that hand, where it sits on his ass, and he wonders just what he's going to do with it.

It's totally sloppy, and he hopes he's not getting spit everywhere, although his lips feel kind of wet. But with Gamzee making those noises he's not about to stop pressing forward, feeling very, thoroughly sexy. Finally somebody appreciates him- somebody older and more experienced, even.]

[There is definitely a lot of appreciation going on here. And a lot of spit. Gamzee has forgotten entirely that they're in a public place, or maybe he just doesn't care - his normally fly-away thoughts are focused solely on the boy in his lap. And there is definitely a lot of spit, too, which the older Slytherin is of the personal belief means they're doing it right. He's going to have to wipe his mouth when they finally do pull back.

The way Eridan is tugging on his hair is doing its own number on his stomach, and the taller boy actually gives out a proper moan for that while their mouths tangle and he very lightly presses the flat of his teeth into the tip of Eridan's tongue. The long fingers at the smaller boy's ass squeeze then, and rub a little, and Gamzee's heart races with how far the younger boy is letting him get. His prick throbs in his pants and he shifts his hips just slightly, not quite rubbing it against Eridan, but giving it a little more pressure, making it spark and sing.]

[And that's where Eridan feels this has gone too far for a first totally conscious make-out session. His boundaries start at getting his ass generously grabbed, and now he's very aware of what's pressing into his leg and this just seems like a good time to break for air and get some space again.

Despite that, though, and the way he licks at his lips almost automatically, his whole face is flushed, and his mouth keeps twitching at the corners like he wants to smile, if only he can catch his breath.]

Wow.

[Gamzee's eyes are half lidded, but his pupils are wide and dilated, and there's a definite pinkish tinge to his face, too. His lips, shany with spit, are half parted, and he looks almost confused when Eridan pulls away, a very definite, Why're we stopping? expression on his face.]

Yeah, motherfucker. Daaaamn.

[Because Eridan doesn't know what to do with an interested dick digging into his thigh and he's not sure he's ready to find out, either, what you do with those.]

Maybe- we should leave it there for now? Or move or somethin'?

Move where? [Gamzee asks hopefully, because moving it to the dorm sounds like an excellent idea, though he is starting to get the feeling that Eridan wants to call a halt there. Damn it.]

Somewhere private? [Eridan would gladly go back to kissing, again and again, it's the hint of something more that he's not sure about. Suddenly he remembers all the strange conversations they've had, about his ass, about everything, and he gets bright red in the face just thinking about what it would be like to come even close to that. He's so, so not ready for that.]

[Gamzee absolutely lights up at that.] Hell yes! Back to the dorms?

[He's not planning on molesting Eridan or anything. But Gamzee is 15 and male, and his boundaries aren't exactly the best. He'll stop when the other boy tells him to, but he'll push right up to that point, probably.]

... so, hey, motherfucker, does this mean you're all being my motherfuckin' boyfriend now?

[There's only the slightest moment of hesitation, before the need for somebody, the genuine friendship, probably his one true friend apart from Fef, really-]

Yeah. If you want me, that is.

Yeah! [Gamzee honks enthusiastically ... then pauses a moment, arms still around the smaller boy's waist.] We can keep it a motherfuckin' secret if you want. I mean, I know some motherfuckers ain't cool with the whole dudes being with dudes thing.

[And Gamzee's really willing to do that, though it'll be hard for him - otherwise he's probably going to start draping all over Eridan in public.]

[Eridan bites his lip and starts to chew, in lieu of being able to stick his scarf in his mouth and worry that instead. He wants to be wanted, he wants to be accepted and he's not- ashamed, like- but he doesn't know how he ought to talk about this. Thoughts of other boys had mostly been fleeting and unconsidered; it doesn't feel wrong, but it feels...new.]

It's nothin' of the sort, only I don't know what to say, about this, I never properly considered anythin' of the sort and maybe I could- have some time gettin' used to the idea and thinkin' of how I want to say it?

[Gamzee can't say he's not disappointed, but ... at least Eridan isn't saying he's embarrassed by the other Slytherin. And that's good, right? And really, it's fair to give Eridan some time, so he nods, ruffles his fingers through the little blond streak in the younger boy's hair.]

Yeah, motherfucker, take all the time you be needing. [And anyway, even if it is a secret, he's got a boyfriend. A real, honest-to-god person who wants to be with him, and if that ain't the finest thing, then he doesn't know what is!]

[Eridan cuddles right up to him, completely unembarrassed in the slightest. Public affection will never truly bother him- he just needs time to find his own way to put it into words, what they're doing, and fully accept what they just did. The attention, and the affection, he'll take shamelessly.]

So...maybe we should go somewhere else now?

[That makes the older boy grin, and he reminds Eridan] You be in my lap, little fish. [before nuzzling at his neck and then shifting so the other Slytherin can get up and Gamzee can follow.]

Back to the motherfuckin' dorm!

[Right. So he is. Eridan gets up reluctantly, because it isn't like he expects Gamzee to carry him or anything. That would be horribly embarrassing, in a way even Eridan might not be okay with.]

Yeah, all right, that's all I wwas sayin'- [Shit, he's babbling. He's not going to stick his scarf in his mouth, he's not.]

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