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Imagine: for whatever reason, Eridan is jerking Gamzee off. Maybe wearing a Latex glove for extra detachedness. And he hates it.
He hates how Gamzee’s hot drool drips down onto his horns whenever the purpleblood does that gross laugh-wheeze thing. And he hates how lively Gamzee’s bulge is, just squirming around in his hands, digging into the crevices of his fingers and palms, and even at one point wriggling into his glove. And the smell. He smells like a horny teen in the worst possible way. It's absolutely pungent, invading his nostrils and nearly triggering his gag reflex at the first stroke. And yet… his privates are almost excited by it, tingling in his skin-tight pants and his (moderately sized) bulge starting to unsheathe itself in the uncomfortable dampness.
It's just biology, Eridan assures himself. One troll’s genetic scent can be contagious to another troll, especially when taking the proximity of the genitals into account. Yes. That’s it. As his hand moves up and down at a snail’s pace, he keeps telling himself that he won’t let some stupid biological bullshit ruin his day (week? sweep???) even more. But he can’t take his eyes off of Gamzee’s bulge, which has started to bleed through his glove and make his hand all clammy.
Eridan takes a second to peel off the Latex and his face crinkles at the wetness that immediately assaults his senses. Gamzee is pretty excited about that, having taken it as an invitation of sorts. He spreads his legs, snaking them around Eridan’s shoulders and yanking him forward. The sea-dweller is caught off guard and only barely manages to stop his face from planting into Gamzee’s nook. The sex smell is just overpowering now, surging through his senses and causing his thighs to shudder uncontrollably. Out of confusion and extreme discomfort he licks his lips and a little bead of purple genetic material dribbles onto his tongue.
The taste. It’s fucking disgusting. Salty with sweat and general land-dweller distastefulness. And Eridan needs a second lick.
His trembling hands tuck themselves between his thighs and with a little unzip of his jeans his mouth is sucking on Gamzee’s bulge. He moans, his tongue running up and down and circling the tentacle as his horns are further soaked in the grease-like drool and his shoulders are bone-breakingly hugged by Gamzee’s skinny thighs. Eridan’s bulge squelches between his shaking pumping fingers as his head bobs up and down on Gamzee’s bulge. Gamzee mouth-breathes with his head tossed back, more and more saliva streaming out of his maw and soaking Eridan’s head. The liquid seeps through his once silky, now greasy hair, and onto his face, accumulating in the little puddles of Gamzee’s genetic material that has streamed onto his face.
The purple semen gunks up his throat. It’s everywhere, streaming out of his nostrils, his violet tinted tears now swirling with bits of purple. Eridan can only catch a breath in the split seconds when his mouth lifts up off of Gamzee’s pulsing squishing dick before plunging back down into the retch-worthy grime. His previous groans of discomfort have now contorted into moans. Of what emotion, not even Eridan himself knows, but they’re making Gamzee really happy.
His bony little hands sink into Eridan’s smooth wilting hair, onto his scalp, and yank, hard. As if Eridan is nothing but a disobedient hoofbeast, and Gamzee has just taken his reins.
Eridan muffledly yelps in surprise, his poor confused little bulge sending shockwaves through his entire skeletal structure. He feels like he’s been snapped in half, like a twig, when Gamzee suddenly jerks his legs closed around Eridan’s shoulders and binds his mouth there. Eridan’s moans distort into muted panic-stricken screams. It’s so much worse than before, he can’t even breathe now, with Gamzee’s bulge snaking down his throat and almost toying with his broken gag reflex.
Eridan’s eyes go bloodshot pink and start gushing amethystine colored tears of desperation as he continues his discorded screeching. But in a cruel twist of fate, his throat tightens around Gamzee’s bulge and encourages him to thrust deeper. Eridan’s head spirals, and not just from lack of air. His own bulge is beginning to use his shaking hands to fuck itself, and his nook is thoroughly soaking through his work pants, sucking on his underwear, desperate for penetration. Isn’t his face getting enough of that!?
Eridan feels like he’s dying. But in such a good, good way.
Until finally, finally, Gamzee ejaculates.
The purpleblood shivers and his thighs loosen their grip on the violet’s shoulders, giving Eridan the opportunity to stagger back, falling on his ass and gasping for air through bubbling regurgitations of genetic material. He coughs up buckets and buckets worth of thick carmine jizz, retching on the floor and hunching his back as it drips out of every single hole on his face. Even his gills are oozing with the stuff.
Gamzee just absentmindedly smirks at him, long pronged tongue hanging out of his sopping mouth as he slowly begins to sit up. He raises a grimy hand and mumbles in his hoarse voice, “want some help with that?”
Eridan’s head jerks down. A long string of cum hangs from his lip as he lays eyes on his bulge. Throbbing, slithering, so so so close to cumming and giving Eridan’s broken thinkpan what it so desperately craves now.
Maybe it’s the lightheadedness.
Maybe it’s Gamzee’s beckoning bulge.
Maybe it’s the overpowering smell that still lingers uncomfortably in Eridan’s head.
But he nods. And Gamzee is overjoyed.