[Gamzee has basically been banned from helping, since whenever he tries, he generally makes things about ten times worse, then starts laughing about the whole thing, since he's flying higher than a kite right now. So now he's sitting cross legged on the ground, watching Karkat like he's the most interesting thing in the city, blinking sleepily at him.]
Woah, bro, uh. I think you might be getting a little too, you know, motherfuckin' personal with that thing.
Oh, shit, motherfucker, do you think that's a thing you might all be up and doing now? [eyes getting wider] Because I gotta tell you, that's probably gonna hurt. Sticks are kind of being in the black box of badness for the whole makeouts thing. [scratching the back of his neck thoughtfully]
I mean, if you really want that kinda thing, I'm here for you bro.
[Blinks at Karkat, but ... well, okay, if that's what he wants. Gamzee pulls himself to his feet, all long loose limbs, and wanders over. He looks like he's going to maybe grab the stick or something, but instead he places his hands on either side of the smaller troll's face and kisses him quite soundly.]
[He sort of freezes in startled shock. Whatever he was doing with the pole is completely forgotten. His jaw drops a little and his eyes widen to epic proportions. He's too shocked to do anything.]
[Gamzee doesn't make it a chaste little kiss, either - there's definite tongue involvement there. But when he feels Karkat isn't responding, he pulls back a little, blinking slowly and looking confused.] Shit, was I doing it wrong? I ain't never done that very much.
[he chuckles suddenly] Gotta be better than a motherfuckin' stick, though!
[Oh, okay, maybe he did get it right! That's a relief - sometimes it feels like he's not much good to Karkat, that it's always Karkat who's pacifying him, taking care of him. Gamzee wants his best friend, his best pale bro, to be able to relax, too. Especially if he's gotten so tense he wants to make out with inanimate objects. That's pretty weird. Especially if Gamzee can help him out there!
So he wraps long arms around the smaller troll and kisses him back, making a pleased rumbling noise, deep in his chest.]
[It's hard to tell what Karkat is thinking. It is pacifying him in a way-- it definitely made him forget about the pole, even if it was just out of shock. At first he tenses but he quickly eases up, doing his best to kiss him back.]
[Gamzee seems to be going on some exploratory missions into Karkat's mouth with his tongue, licking at the smaller troll's teeth, then at his upper palate. One hand finds some of the fishing line wrapped around the redblood, and he snaps it with his claws, freeing his moirail, but he doesn't bother pulling back from the kiss. This is too interesting ... and enjoyable, he decides. He likes being close to Karkat, touching him. It makes him feel more grounded and real.]
[Gamzee seems to be as equally poor a kisser as himself. Karkat takes cues from him anyway, pressing his tongue along the inside of his mouth. He doesn't bother to avoid the sharp teeth; his tongue is tough enough to take it. He jumps a little when he hears the snap, but he doesn't move away either. This is making things confusing, but his head hasn't been on straight for quite some time now.]
[It could be argued that there was never a point when Gamzee's head was on straight, so he does at least have some sort of excuse. But regardless the reason, he's going about this kissing thing with his usual enthusiasm for 'miracles', keeping Karkat up close and tight to his furnace warm body. One hand finds its way to the smaller troll's hair, then to his horn - and that's probably something the redblood should never have allowed, because Gamzee immediately latches on and starts to rub, thinking this is all perfectly normal.]
[A sharp breath is taken against his lips when he feels the hand on his horn. He suddenly realizes exactly why this is happening and-- as usual-- it's his own fault. Gamzee is almost like a dog; he has to be corrected the first time or he'll learn some bad habits. He finds himself grunting into the other's mouth in response anyway. Half of him wants to tilt towards the touch and the other half away. In the end, he tilts his head towards the touch. Lack of sleep and tons of nightmares when you do sleep tends to make you let go of being friendleader, even if momentarily.
Karkat also realizes that he's a shitty moirail. But berating himself internally isn't unusual.]
[It's doubtful Gamzee will ever berate him, anyway. Right now he's flying high on the fact that he's obviously doing something right, at least from Karkat's reaction. His hand twists gently against the horn cupped in his palm, rubbing over the smooth surface of it happily. It kinda feels right to be kissing while he's doing this, too, so clearly he has great instincts when it comes to exactly what his moirail needs! His fangs scrape lightly over the smaller troll's lower lip, just pressing in briefly before his tongue soothes the spot. He makes a contented sort of half hum, half purr in Karkat's mouth.]
[Karkat is pretty sure that this isn't very moirail-like activity. But what can he do now? It doesn't seem right to chastise the other over something that he let go in the first place. Of course, there was definitely more than a little part of him that actually enjoyed it, but he was not going to explore those feelings. Nope nope nope.
Instead, his brows furrowed and he makes a similar noise, but maybe for a different reason. One of his arms slips around his neck and rests there lazily, eyes half lidded. Even now, he has an air of grumpiness about himself.]
Woah, bro, uh. I think you might be getting a little too, you know, motherfuckin' personal with that thing.
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[Karkat gives another yank but the more he fights it, the more stuck he gets.]
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I mean, if you really want that kinda thing, I'm here for you bro.
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[he chuckles suddenly] Gotta be better than a motherfuckin' stick, though!
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It's pretty clear that Karkat doesn't really know what he's doing. At least he's trying.]
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So he wraps long arms around the smaller troll and kisses him back, making a pleased rumbling noise, deep in his chest.]
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Karkat also realizes that he's a shitty moirail. But berating himself internally isn't unusual.]
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Instead, his brows furrowed and he makes a similar noise, but maybe for a different reason. One of his arms slips around his neck and rests there lazily, eyes half lidded. Even now, he has an air of grumpiness about himself.]
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