[Equius groans and twitches in Karkat's hand, hips jutting forward and away, squirming in every meaning of 'uncomfortable' known to mankind. There's that smirk that he wants to rip off Karkat's face, one of the many things that hardens his dick even while it's being grabbed harshly.]
It does, sir, it does.
[His fingers are digging into the wall, bent painfully and accomplishing nothing but releasing very little of the stress from not being strictly told that of touching being allowed or not. It's not that he particularly wants to for any sentimental reason, he just wants to and being denied that turns him on much more than if the rule didn't apply at all.]
[He was a freak, a disgusting, lowly freak who had let himself become Karkat Vantas' bitch behind doors, and sometimes even beyond.]
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It does, sir, it does.
[His fingers are digging into the wall, bent painfully and accomplishing nothing but releasing very little of the stress from not being strictly told that of touching being allowed or not. It's not that he particularly wants to for any sentimental reason, he just wants to and being denied that turns him on much more than if the rule didn't apply at all.]
[He was a freak, a disgusting, lowly freak who had let himself become Karkat Vantas' bitch behind doors, and sometimes even beyond.]