[If it was unsavory, Gamzee just made it reach new depths.

And he almost misses the warning, but at the last moment tips his neck. A small, animal sound escapes at the bite, that is somewhere between pained and thrilled. This is good. This is real. This means she won't leave.

His breathing goes fast and heavy and he licks his lips, eyes fluttering. But he doesn't pull away; wouldn't dare.]