[Karkat melts into the kiss, quite deliberately. He can't escape this moment, but he can lose himself in it, and that's what he fully intends to do. He squeezes his eyes shut and covers Eridan's gills with gentle fingers, a gesture that is deeply protective and entirely foolish. Sollux's powers will have no problems getting past shaky fingers, but he still has to try, it feels like some kind of biological imperative. The pheromones in the air are confusing Karkat's receptors something awful, but troll bodies respond to an onslaught of black and red pheromones the same way, so even as the conflict causes a further jolt of discomfort and fear, Karkat's sheath opens in little increments. The noise he makes in the back of his throat when Eridan pulls out of the kiss is one of simultaneous misery and arousal, and that's so embarrassing he sorta wants to die.]
[Sollux smirks boldly, feeling deeply empowered by the knowledge of how he's going to end this encounter. The idea of his genetic material swirling in with Karkat's isn't a particularly arousing one, but making Eridan watch and come all over that fucking throne of his is one of the most sexually stimulating thoughts he's ever had. He drops the bucket down on the floor in between the mess of feet in front of the throne, letting it make a loud metallic noise that makes Karkat moan again, that same combination of dread and fuck-me. The inside of the bucket clearly only shows Eridan's blood coloration, and that's hilarious.]
In cathe you can't make it all the way to your room when you theduthe yourthelf?
[He's sneering at him over Karkat's head, trying to ignore the shaking reddish fingers protecting Eridan's neck. His terrified ex-moirail was not part of the plan, although it now seems that he's an integral part of the proceedings. Might as well get this party started.]
[Karkat yelps, startled, when Sollux's psychic powers abruptly strip him of his pants and underwear. The room is cold enough that it's a shock on its own, and would be even if thick red tentacles weren't suddenly pressed into Eridan's pants. He groans, stupidly concerned about leaving a stain, before remembering all of the people in this room and finally overflowing with tears. He quietly sobs into Eridan's cheek, which he mindlessly pressed his face into. The noise changes abruptly when Sollux does the same thing with Eridan's pants and his bulge suddenly has another to entangle with. He makes a noise that is basically a wordless shout, and his tentacles determinedly throb along with his heartbeat. Before he can even fully react, he finds himself shoved forward, and he instinctively grabs Eridan's horns to steady himself.]
[The gesture annoys Sollux, who had intended to put Karkat into a better position, not to get him to pleasure Eridan. The positioning worked, at least, and Sollux, who had taken off his own clothing below the waist while Karkat was distracted, leans over Karkat's back, tentacles searching between the red blood's legs for his nook and squirming with pleasure when Karkat moans at the contact.]
no subject
[Sollux smirks boldly, feeling deeply empowered by the knowledge of how he's going to end this encounter. The idea of his genetic material swirling in with Karkat's isn't a particularly arousing one, but making Eridan watch and come all over that fucking throne of his is one of the most sexually stimulating thoughts he's ever had. He drops the bucket down on the floor in between the mess of feet in front of the throne, letting it make a loud metallic noise that makes Karkat moan again, that same combination of dread and fuck-me. The inside of the bucket clearly only shows Eridan's blood coloration, and that's hilarious.]
In cathe you can't make it all the way to your room when you theduthe yourthelf?
[He's sneering at him over Karkat's head, trying to ignore the shaking reddish fingers protecting Eridan's neck. His terrified ex-moirail was not part of the plan, although it now seems that he's an integral part of the proceedings. Might as well get this party started.]
[Karkat yelps, startled, when Sollux's psychic powers abruptly strip him of his pants and underwear. The room is cold enough that it's a shock on its own, and would be even if thick red tentacles weren't suddenly pressed into Eridan's pants. He groans, stupidly concerned about leaving a stain, before remembering all of the people in this room and finally overflowing with tears. He quietly sobs into Eridan's cheek, which he mindlessly pressed his face into. The noise changes abruptly when Sollux does the same thing with Eridan's pants and his bulge suddenly has another to entangle with. He makes a noise that is basically a wordless shout, and his tentacles determinedly throb along with his heartbeat. Before he can even fully react, he finds himself shoved forward, and he instinctively grabs Eridan's horns to steady himself.]
[The gesture annoys Sollux, who had intended to put Karkat into a better position, not to get him to pleasure Eridan. The positioning worked, at least, and Sollux, who had taken off his own clothing below the waist while Karkat was distracted, leans over Karkat's back, tentacles searching between the red blood's legs for his nook and squirming with pleasure when Karkat moans at the contact.]
Fuck!