(sober)gamzee x karkat

friskyness in a lil'

Gamzee slid his calloused free beneath the red-blood's shirt,fingertips teasing over the heated troll's rough familiar skin. Nails dug down simultaneously,one on his neck,and the other dragging down slow ,skin-breaking lines down his sides. Karkats back curved,a hiss /gasp/ escaping his clamp-shut teeth. By the time Gamzee found himself at this point,there was literally nothing karkat could do-it was simply the truth and something he had found the he had to simply just get fucking used to. And yet he never seemed to and never would,no matter how much the lovable yet terrifying highblood repeated the same systematic overbearing. Soon he not only pressed his nails in ,but clenched his neck entirely ,cutting off air just making it in and out of karkats windpipe. He wanted to yell a Gamzee so bad,but found himself merely struggling for some time,until eventually relaxing,his head light and  his gasps flowing evenly between his lips. In his lack of awareness he nearly missed Gamzees palm pressing against the curve in his jeans,just over his crotch. With his mind loss stupor , his hips jolted in surprise with a hesitant mewl, before he quickly dug his row of sharpened teeth into his lip, tasting his blood he so detested to drip for all he cared ,so long as his last ounce of dignity may not be stripped of him.