Dave's head tipped up to stretch out his neck and give Gamzee more room to harass his neck. He shuddered a little at the cold trail of saliva on his skin, eyes closing and brow knitting. "Shit, man, I don't even fuckin' know, you do shit til I say stop. Ain't exactly go room to be picky or anything," he muttered, his hips pushing up into Gamzee's in return, putting pressure on his groin and rubbing up along the outer folds of Gamzee's nook through his pants.