[Eridan is crying and Sollux is making a real effort to sear this into his memory forever. All thoughts of this being inappropriate, of not wanting to be into Eridan in any quadrant are gone, washed away by a mouthful of purple blood. Suddenly this is his conquest, not Eridan's, and everyone watching is free to bare witness to a commoner putting their prince into the place he actually deserves.]
[Karkat, on the other hand, is buzzing with anxious energy and frantic to get out of here and bring Eridan with him. It's an impulse that probably belongs more to the pale quadrants, the urge to pull someone he pities out of the way of their own bad decisions. But that's something he shares with Kanaya-- he presses pale overtones into every quadrant and every friendship much the way she gazes over every relationship in her life with auspicizism.]
[Karkat shoves Sollux out of Eridan's neck without really sparing a thought for how those stupid lisping teeth will drag on their way out. He's not thinking about what he's interfering with or what people are going to say about him, he's just desperately trying to get the troll he pities most out of harm's way. He presses up against Eridan's chest, not caring about the hip he's jabbing into his best friend's thigh in the process. With one hand he covers up the wound Sollux just ripped into Eridan's shoulder and the other he tucks around behind Eridan's neck, leaning in close as if trying to block him out to everyone in the room.]
Hey, hey, breathe, it's okay.
[God, he pities this troll, he pities him so fucking much. His hands are trembling. But what the fuck does Karkat care if he's shaken, what matters right now is his bleeding potential matesprit. He kisses Eridan just below his eye and strokes the fine hairs at the back of his neck with gentle fingers.]
KK. Fuck. Off.
[Sollux feels more than a little bit disgusted by watching his friend ooze red pity all over his kismesis. He's winning and Karkat will not get in his way. Karkat turns his head so sharply to glare at Sollux that his neck cracks.]
You fucking asshole, you bit right into his fucking gills! This isn't blackrom, this is torture!
[Sollux laughs, but he doesn't sound amused. He sounds almost as vicious in that noise as he had when he screamed a moment ago. He can't use his hands so he uses a shock of blue energy to pull Karkat's hand away from it's place trying to shield Eridan's wound and presses it into the front of Eridan's ridiculously expensive pants. Karkat jumps in surprise, particularly when he realizes that, yes, there are tentacles squirming behind the fabric. This isn't how he'd imagined his first contact with his flush crush's bulge, not in any way shape or form.]
He fucking liketh it, KK.
[Karkat swallows shakily and looks between Eridan and Sollux for a long moment before turning back to Sollux with a firm expression.]
I'm not leaving, fuckass, you'll kill him.
[Sollux growls and wraps the psychic energy around Karkat's nubby little horns and squeezes. It's not the pain-shock he'd been pumping into the nerves in Eridan's horns, but a distinctly sexual caress. Karkat's insides squirm with interest even as his mind pulls back in utter horror.]
Do you know what you're thigning up for, KK?
[Karkat's whole body is trembling with fear and revulsion, but. But there is purple blood on his fingers and matching tears on Eridan's face, and he won't leave him. He nods.]
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[Karkat, on the other hand, is buzzing with anxious energy and frantic to get out of here and bring Eridan with him. It's an impulse that probably belongs more to the pale quadrants, the urge to pull someone he pities out of the way of their own bad decisions. But that's something he shares with Kanaya-- he presses pale overtones into every quadrant and every friendship much the way she gazes over every relationship in her life with auspicizism.]
[Karkat shoves Sollux out of Eridan's neck without really sparing a thought for how those stupid lisping teeth will drag on their way out. He's not thinking about what he's interfering with or what people are going to say about him, he's just desperately trying to get the troll he pities most out of harm's way. He presses up against Eridan's chest, not caring about the hip he's jabbing into his best friend's thigh in the process. With one hand he covers up the wound Sollux just ripped into Eridan's shoulder and the other he tucks around behind Eridan's neck, leaning in close as if trying to block him out to everyone in the room.]
Hey, hey, breathe, it's okay.
[God, he pities this troll, he pities him so fucking much. His hands are trembling. But what the fuck does Karkat care if he's shaken, what matters right now is his bleeding potential matesprit. He kisses Eridan just below his eye and strokes the fine hairs at the back of his neck with gentle fingers.]
KK. Fuck. Off.
[Sollux feels more than a little bit disgusted by watching his friend ooze red pity all over his kismesis. He's winning and Karkat will not get in his way. Karkat turns his head so sharply to glare at Sollux that his neck cracks.]
You fucking asshole, you bit right into his fucking gills! This isn't blackrom, this is torture!
[Sollux laughs, but he doesn't sound amused. He sounds almost as vicious in that noise as he had when he screamed a moment ago. He can't use his hands so he uses a shock of blue energy to pull Karkat's hand away from it's place trying to shield Eridan's wound and presses it into the front of Eridan's ridiculously expensive pants. Karkat jumps in surprise, particularly when he realizes that, yes, there are tentacles squirming behind the fabric. This isn't how he'd imagined his first contact with his flush crush's bulge, not in any way shape or form.]
He fucking liketh it, KK.
[Karkat swallows shakily and looks between Eridan and Sollux for a long moment before turning back to Sollux with a firm expression.]
I'm not leaving, fuckass, you'll kill him.
[Sollux growls and wraps the psychic energy around Karkat's nubby little horns and squeezes. It's not the pain-shock he'd been pumping into the nerves in Eridan's horns, but a distinctly sexual caress. Karkat's insides squirm with interest even as his mind pulls back in utter horror.]
Do you know what you're thigning up for, KK?
[Karkat's whole body is trembling with fear and revulsion, but. But there is purple blood on his fingers and matching tears on Eridan's face, and he won't leave him. He nods.]