Executive Privilege
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Terezi/Karkat
Summary: Sometimes, all a leader needs is to be babied for a while.
She could recognize the signs by now. A certain hunch of the shoulders, the agitated tapping of claws against the hard surface of the desk, the gaze that kept darting over to her chair before sliding back to the comforting buzz of the computer screen. Terezi was standing behind his chair in an instant, her chin resting in the dip between his horns.
"What the fuck do you want?" She could feel the tension in his head as he fought the urge to duck away from the touch. He resigned himself to mashing the return key until it threatened to pop off the keyboard.
"I'm feeling a little lonely, Karkles. We haven't talked in a while."
"What the fuck are you talking about, we were just on Trollian--"
"We haven't talked in private." Heads began turning when Terezi licked a slow stripe up Karkat's left horn (if Sollux blushed any harder, the smell would knock her out). "Come on, you've been working forever. Let's go find a nice, squishy pile and have some fun." Karkat groaned so low it came out in a buzzing growl, and Terezi couldn't fight a piranha grin. His face glowed with humiliation, but he should have been thanking her. It wasn't like his horns were an accurate indicator of his manhood.
Karkat sighed. "Calm your shame globes, I'll be there in a minute." He slouched away from her and returned to being absorbed in his computer. Even with her back turned, Terezi could sense him rubbing frantically at the horn she'd been teasing. Poor Karkles, sensitive to both horn itches and the pressures of friendleadership.
Terezi was still grinning when Karkat finally pushed open the door to his respiteblock. He was wearing the same hideous scowl and painful slouch she'd left him with, but he kept fidgeting with his shirt and refusing to look at her. "It's not like I'm cracking under pressure, or some shit. I am the best gogdamned leader you sorry bunch of grublickers could ask for, and you should be kissing the ground I walk on for all the shit I put up with."
Terezi stretched her arms up from the pile of plushies. "Come here, you hot piece of leaderliness."
He took a tentative step forward, then two, before sinking to his knees and crawling over her. Terezi was really too small to have the whole weight of an adolescent boy on her ribcage, but Karkat liked lying on his stomach and nuzzling his face into her shirt. All the tension melted out of him in this position, and he was rumbling deep in his throat after a few minutes of Terezi rubbing his back.
"Talk to me, Karkles. You seem even more wound up than usual."
"Hng." He offered no further explanation, merely squirming when Terezi dug her fingers into the knotted muscles of his back. He practically had a hunchback from his horrible posture, but his little whines of pleasure-pain when the muscles were rubbed loose almost made up for it.
"I know, honeymuffin. Being a leader is hard." She used her other hand to lightly scratch the back of his neck, working into the thick hair at the base of his scalp. He made a little noise and gripped her shirt tighter. The action shoved her breasts against his face, and he gave them an adorable little nuzzle before freezing with embarrassment.
"You can't hide your bone bulge in this position, silly boy." She tilted her hips up and let them drag against Karkat's bulge. His spine curved under her hands, his head still heavy on Terezi's chest, and he was so beautiful that she almost forgot how to breathe.
"Roll over, you big lump. Time to get freaky-deaky." Karkat groggily tumbled off her, his blushing face hidden against his arm. Terezi wriggled up until their hips were aligned, then slid her hands up the warm skin under his shirt.
"You've been talking to that Strider fuckass too much. You almost sound as brain-boilingly stupid as he does." His eyes screwed shut when Terezi's hands moved to the buttons of his pants. She could feel him pressing against her hands as she worked, and the knowledge of how hard he was sent an excited shiver through her. She had his pants around his knees in seconds.
"See, Karkat, you do know how to be friendly." She knelt beside him and slid a firm hand all the way up and down his bulge. His head fell back with a soft purr. "Do you like that?"
"Mm. Little harder." She adjusted her grip, smiling at the way it made him dig his teeth into his lip. Terezi leaned forward and kissed him, licking away the bright pinpricks of blood. She brought a hand up to rub between his tense eyebrows.
"Just relax, fearless leader. Let yourself feel good." Her free hand wandered across his body, scratching his stomach and tracing his bitten lips and rubbing circles into his scalp. He liked that the best, leaning into her hand so that the pressure was on the base of his horns. It wasn't long before he was reaching frantically for the bucket, his other hand still gripping the front of her shirt.
"Oh gog, oh gog," he moaned as climax shook his body, pale fluid dripping over Terezi's fingers into the bucket. She shoved it aside and turned back, leaning her forehead against Karkat's. He reached down and tangled his fingers with hers as she licked the stickiness off her other hand.
"Fuck, you're disgusting. That has to taste awful."
"No, it's delicious. Tastes like Karkat." She leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips. He sighed into her mouth, darting a cautious tongue out to taste himself. To his credit, he barely winced.
"Ugh, I need to head back. Somebody probably blew up the asteroid while I was gone." He made no move to stand up, his thumb tracing over and over the curve of her wrist. "Unless you want me to, you know. Stay." He twined a leg around hers and rubbed his heel against the back of her calf. Karkat was warm and cozy and very, very tempting, but Terezi couldn't afford to hog him for too long.
"Nah, I'll be fine. Go forth, noble leader." She watched the curve of his ass as he walked to the door, but the thing that stayed in her mind was the sheepish smile he gave as the door swung shut.
Pairing: Terezi/Karkat
Summary: Sometimes, all a leader needs is to be babied for a while.
She could recognize the signs by now. A certain hunch of the shoulders, the agitated tapping of claws against the hard surface of the desk, the gaze that kept darting over to her chair before sliding back to the comforting buzz of the computer screen. Terezi was standing behind his chair in an instant, her chin resting in the dip between his horns.
"What the fuck do you want?" She could feel the tension in his head as he fought the urge to duck away from the touch. He resigned himself to mashing the return key until it threatened to pop off the keyboard.
"I'm feeling a little lonely, Karkles. We haven't talked in a while."
"What the fuck are you talking about, we were just on Trollian--"
"We haven't talked in private." Heads began turning when Terezi licked a slow stripe up Karkat's left horn (if Sollux blushed any harder, the smell would knock her out). "Come on, you've been working forever. Let's go find a nice, squishy pile and have some fun." Karkat groaned so low it came out in a buzzing growl, and Terezi couldn't fight a piranha grin. His face glowed with humiliation, but he should have been thanking her. It wasn't like his horns were an accurate indicator of his manhood.
Karkat sighed. "Calm your shame globes, I'll be there in a minute." He slouched away from her and returned to being absorbed in his computer. Even with her back turned, Terezi could sense him rubbing frantically at the horn she'd been teasing. Poor Karkles, sensitive to both horn itches and the pressures of friendleadership.
Terezi was still grinning when Karkat finally pushed open the door to his respiteblock. He was wearing the same hideous scowl and painful slouch she'd left him with, but he kept fidgeting with his shirt and refusing to look at her. "It's not like I'm cracking under pressure, or some shit. I am the best gogdamned leader you sorry bunch of grublickers could ask for, and you should be kissing the ground I walk on for all the shit I put up with."
Terezi stretched her arms up from the pile of plushies. "Come here, you hot piece of leaderliness."
He took a tentative step forward, then two, before sinking to his knees and crawling over her. Terezi was really too small to have the whole weight of an adolescent boy on her ribcage, but Karkat liked lying on his stomach and nuzzling his face into her shirt. All the tension melted out of him in this position, and he was rumbling deep in his throat after a few minutes of Terezi rubbing his back.
"Talk to me, Karkles. You seem even more wound up than usual."
"Hng." He offered no further explanation, merely squirming when Terezi dug her fingers into the knotted muscles of his back. He practically had a hunchback from his horrible posture, but his little whines of pleasure-pain when the muscles were rubbed loose almost made up for it.
"I know, honeymuffin. Being a leader is hard." She used her other hand to lightly scratch the back of his neck, working into the thick hair at the base of his scalp. He made a little noise and gripped her shirt tighter. The action shoved her breasts against his face, and he gave them an adorable little nuzzle before freezing with embarrassment.
"You can't hide your bone bulge in this position, silly boy." She tilted her hips up and let them drag against Karkat's bulge. His spine curved under her hands, his head still heavy on Terezi's chest, and he was so beautiful that she almost forgot how to breathe.
"Roll over, you big lump. Time to get freaky-deaky." Karkat groggily tumbled off her, his blushing face hidden against his arm. Terezi wriggled up until their hips were aligned, then slid her hands up the warm skin under his shirt.
"You've been talking to that Strider fuckass too much. You almost sound as brain-boilingly stupid as he does." His eyes screwed shut when Terezi's hands moved to the buttons of his pants. She could feel him pressing against her hands as she worked, and the knowledge of how hard he was sent an excited shiver through her. She had his pants around his knees in seconds.
"See, Karkat, you do know how to be friendly." She knelt beside him and slid a firm hand all the way up and down his bulge. His head fell back with a soft purr. "Do you like that?"
"Mm. Little harder." She adjusted her grip, smiling at the way it made him dig his teeth into his lip. Terezi leaned forward and kissed him, licking away the bright pinpricks of blood. She brought a hand up to rub between his tense eyebrows.
"Just relax, fearless leader. Let yourself feel good." Her free hand wandered across his body, scratching his stomach and tracing his bitten lips and rubbing circles into his scalp. He liked that the best, leaning into her hand so that the pressure was on the base of his horns. It wasn't long before he was reaching frantically for the bucket, his other hand still gripping the front of her shirt.
"Oh gog, oh gog," he moaned as climax shook his body, pale fluid dripping over Terezi's fingers into the bucket. She shoved it aside and turned back, leaning her forehead against Karkat's. He reached down and tangled his fingers with hers as she licked the stickiness off her other hand.
"Fuck, you're disgusting. That has to taste awful."
"No, it's delicious. Tastes like Karkat." She leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips. He sighed into her mouth, darting a cautious tongue out to taste himself. To his credit, he barely winced.
"Ugh, I need to head back. Somebody probably blew up the asteroid while I was gone." He made no move to stand up, his thumb tracing over and over the curve of her wrist. "Unless you want me to, you know. Stay." He twined a leg around hers and rubbed his heel against the back of her calf. Karkat was warm and cozy and very, very tempting, but Terezi couldn't afford to hog him for too long.
"Nah, I'll be fine. Go forth, noble leader." She watched the curve of his ass as he walked to the door, but the thing that stayed in her mind was the sheepish smile he gave as the door swung shut.