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Tavros’s breath hitched. His orange eyes were wide and staring at the contents of an open notebook he had stumbled across. Really, you couldn’t call it a notebook; it was hanging by half a spiraled metal wire and the pages were either ripped out or scribbled on. Though considering the notebook’s owner, Gamzee Makara - professional slob and Faygo-gulping dumbass - the condition wasn’t a surprise in any way.
The sound of a door opening behind him didn’t bust him out of his entranced gaze. Footsteps followed the noise, until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Tavros. His body flinched in surprise as he smelled a familiar scent of sopor. “Hey, Tavbrother.”
Oh shit oh shit oh shit. "Uh, listen-" Tavros began, his mind desperately scrambling to find a decent excuse of exactly why and how he had ended up reading such an odd thing. After all - Tavros couldn’t tear himself away from the page - what even was this? Palsmut? Buddystory? Friendfiction? It was clear that Gamzee had a vivid imagination; either that or he had been imagining this particular fuck scenario for a long while. Tavros hoped it was the first thing, because now he had a fucking boner from this ridiculously detailed smut shit.
"Oh, haha, Tav!" Gamzee laughed in a childlike fashion, his hand now atop Tavros’s (which was set on the notebook’s page.) His thumb rubbed over the soft skin of the petrified boy’s skin. It was obvious that one of two things was happening: Gamzee did not give a shit about Tavros reading the amigo sexfic, or he was trying to cover up some internal panicking. Soon it became apparent that the first was true.
"You found my writings, bro. What d’ya think?" His voice was near ecstatic. His free hand was palming Tav’s sweaty side, while the other interlocked their fingers. When the Nitram could finally rip his eyes off the page, he stared at Gamzee. Here’s my chance…
Their lips touched for a little longer than three seconds; Tavros couldn’t handle much longer than that, the embarrassment would be too great if he did. Gamzee’s face was flushed a vivid violet colour.
"I think that, it’s, uh, wonderful," Tavros said with a shy smile, "And I wouldn’t mind if you wrote more."

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Tavros’s breath hitched. His orange eyes were wide and staring at the contents of an open notebook he had stumbled across. Really, you couldn’t call it a notebook; it was hanging by half a spiraled metal wire and the pages were either ripped out or scribbled on. Though considering the notebook’s owner, Gamzee Makara - professional slob and Faygo-gulping dumbass - the condition wasn’t a surprise in any way.
The sound of a door opening behind him didn’t bust him out of his entranced gaze. Footsteps followed the noise, until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Tavros. His body flinched in surprise as he smelled a familiar scent of sopor. “Hey, Tavbrother.”
Oh shit oh shit oh shit. "Uh, listen-" Tavros began, his mind desperately scrambling to find a decent excuse of exactly why and how he had ended up reading such an odd thing. After all - Tavros couldn’t tear himself away from the page - what even was this? Palsmut? Buddystory? Friendfiction? It was clear that Gamzee had a vivid imagination; either that or he had been imagining this particular fuck scenario for a long while. Tavros hoped it was the first thing, because now he had a fucking boner from this ridiculously detailed smut shit.
"Oh, haha, Tav!" Gamzee laughed in a childlike fashion, his hand now atop Tavros’s (which was set on the notebook’s page.) His thumb rubbed over the soft skin of the petrified boy’s skin. It was obvious that one of two things was happening: Gamzee did not give a shit about Tavros reading the amigo sexfic, or he was trying to cover up some internal panicking. Soon it became apparent that the first was true.
"You found my writings, bro. What d’ya think?" His voice was near ecstatic. His free hand was palming Tav’s sweaty side, while the other interlocked their fingers. When the Nitram could finally rip his eyes off the page, he stared at Gamzee. Here’s my chance…
Their lips touched for a little longer than three seconds; Tavros couldn’t handle much longer than that, the embarrassment would be too great if he did. Gamzee’s face was flushed a vivid violet colour.
"I think that, it’s, uh, wonderful," Tavros said with a shy smile, "And I wouldn’t mind if you wrote more."