"Morning Entanglements"

Gamzee slowly opened his eyes to find himself wrapped around Tavros, his arms and legs entwined with the trollspeaker's. He had no memory of moving into this position, but it seemed he had instinctively snuggled up to Tavros during the night. The warmth of Tavros' body and the comforting rhythm of his breathing had clearly been a magnet for Gamzee's exhausted form. As he gazed down at Tavros' peaceful face, Gamzee felt a pang of affection for the troll. Tavros' features were relaxed, his eyes closed, and his lips slightly parted. Gamzee's heart swelled with emotion as he took in the sight, but his reverie was quickly interrupted by a more... pressing awareness. Tavros' metal leg had somehow slid between Gamzee's own legs during the night, and it was now pressed against his most sensitive area. Gamzee's breath caught in his throat as he became aware of the intimate contact. He froze, trying not to wake Tavros, but his body had other plans. A slow, creeping heat was spreading through Gamzee's lower abdomen, and he could feel his nook starting to drip in response to the pressure. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the sensations, but it was no use. His body was reacting to the proximity of Tavros' metal leg, and he couldn't seem to control it. Gamzee shifted slightly, trying to adjust his position and alleviate the pressure, but it only seemed to make things worse. Tavros' leg moved slightly in his sleep, and the metal plate pressed more firmly against Gamzee's sensitive flesh. Gamzee gasped, his eyes flying open as he struggled to contain his arousal. He lay there, frozen, as Tavros continued to sleep, oblivious to the turmoil he was causing in Gamzee's body. Gamzee's face burned with embarrassment, and he couldn't help but wonder how he was going to get out of this situation without waking Tavros. He felt like he was trapped, his body responding to the trollspeaker in ways he couldn't control. As he lay there, Gamzee couldn't help but think about the implications of his body's reaction. What did it mean that he was so affected by Tavros' proximity? And what would happen if Tavros found out about his feelings? Gamzee's mind was a jumble of emotions and questions, and he didn't know where to start. For now, he was stuck, tangled up with Tavros, and struggling to keep his arousal in check. Gamzee took a deep breath and tried to focus on his surroundings, searching for a distraction from his predicament. But as he looked down at Tavros' sleeping form, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. Maybe, just maybe, this entanglement was more than just a physical reaction. Maybe it was the start of something more.