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"F-fuckshit-" The buck jostled him and sent sparks down his spine, his own sound mostly covering up the one Sign made. God, this was so fucking hot - the inability to see making everything a surprise to him. From where his company’s head was and where his moans would be muffled next, to his stray hand that was holding him still at the small of his back. Not to mention the bulge curling with his own, making him squirm and write even more. Jesus fuck. He could finish like this, it was so overwhelming.

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His neck tingled where Sign groaned into it, the sensation (and sound) pulling one of Karkat’s own whimpers, fingers tightening in his hair. He did this to someone. He made someone… want him. Made someone want him so bad they acted like this. Neither being blind nor a mutant could take away the satisfaction he felt from that.

"O-oh god," he whimpered softly at the words, a chill running down the back of his spine as he heard them. Praise. As if from the mouths of angels themselves. He was a good child. He was a very good child. Compounded with the tongue on his neck, Karkat wasn’t sure if - "F-fuck, fffffuck-" The hand pulled the hair he held on complete accident, the smaller troll craning his neck back and doing all he could to keep from grabbing Sign’s hand and making him do more. More, faster, he wanted all of it. Fuck, Karkat had been barren for a long time too - not nearly as long as his elder signshare, of course, but it’d been… a while. He barely remembered what it felt like to be fingered. 

A sharp pain in his scalp effectively distracted him, however, and he jerked, hips bucking up and a low, molten groan slipping from his tongue, muffled only by the side of Karkat’s neck.  His bulge pulsed, coiling about the other’s with more urgency, but still he held himself back.  While certainly he was beyond the point of removing himself, there was no excuse for proceeding too quickly and running the risk of hurting the smaller form before him.  Urgency was one thing, cruelty another.

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The littler troll heard every noise that was made, smiling faintly in response to them. That. He did that. Karkat made him feel that way. He wasn’t going to help Sign feel any less inclined to do things to him, either - not with how he rolled his hips a little, not with how he urged him on with his words. But he was still bad at controlling his own little things - he couldn’t lift his head, still reeling from the fact that the touch and pressure on his bulge was gone. 

The sensation of fingers within his hair went almost unnoticed as he groaned against the flesh beneath his lips, the noise strangled and unrestrained.  How long had it been since he had been so close to another?  Far too long, it seemed, because the sensation of skin against skin was electric and searing, despite how infrequent it was.  The body beneath his hands was pliant, burning warm, and his breath came in short pants at the sensation of a bulge curling about his own.

This was entirely surreal. The thought resurfaced and if he hadn’t been so concerned about Sign stopping he would have laughed. But this was urgent - the touches stopped, things stilled; amongst his own heavy breathing he could hear the Signless’, as well as his restraint. That, perhaps amongst everything else, was the most impressive. (Or maybe it wasn’t and he just didn’t want Karkat. Welp.)

  Like the current, his mind helpfully reminded him, even as a traitorous noise escaped from his throat.  In an effort to try to at least regain control of everything, he stilled his hands, trying to focus on his breathing, to distract himself from the feel of warm skin beneath his finger, of the weight of another body upon his lap, from every small hitch of the other’s breath that tried every last bit of his will. 

  It was a difficult decision, and one that laid heavily on his conscience; a slight shifting left him determinedly biting down on his tongue to catch a gasp that threatened to leave his lips.  There was no way, it would be impossible to walk away now, even if it was detrimental.  He was a horrible troll, he was sure of that, but as his touch moved lower again, he buried his head in the crux between Karkat’s neck and shoulder, urging him to sit up further. 

"O-oh." The only stupid noise Karkat could make in response to the fresh contact, fingertips curling and tightening their hold to try and compensate for the sparks felt between them. He… was helplessly turned on, at this point. His poor little body nearly vibrating itself apart, breaths quick and pusher quicker. But he wasn’t going to fuck things up this time - trembling to his core, he focused all his energy into keeping himself upright; all but throwing himself into the kisses that were lavished upon him. Good god it was magical. And when it crossed over and stopped being so kind and a little less platonic… Good fucking night, Irene.

  His free hand moved, fingers curling gently around Karkat’s wrist, pulling his hand away from his face.  Leaning in, he gently swiped his tongue along the beading crimson upon the other’s lip, drawing it away, putting the sharp taste out of mind.  Resting his hand upon the other’s hip, he fell silent for a bit, merely observing the movements and changes in the other’s expression, trying to find any hint of distress, beyond what he had originally thought that he had observed.  The ache engendered between his legs was almost painful, but he merely inhaled slowly, trying to put it out of pan in order to focus on more important matters.

Aside from that, there was little urging his elder needed to do - Karkat had already begun a pathetic, out of rhythm little roll of his own hips. This was a different vantage point than he’d had before - his past experiences left him on his back on his bed, or upright against a wall. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with either of those - he just wasn’t used to the face-to-face, the use of his own weight, or the startling intimacy of this position. Even though it was still in the realm of heavy petting, he was becoming all too accustomed to being able to reach and touch, lift his face and talk, or lean in and (attempt) to kiss.

It probably didn’t help he was acting like such a wiggler.

It’d just been so long - Karkat kept to himself in his disability, and while he attempted to seek out not only comfort but work as well, it never quite went in his favor. And if he was being honest with himself, he never really had that whole illusion of confidence down, either. So it left him in a bit of a state, nervously rocking against the Signless and letting his hands slide further through his hair, down his head, to touch the back of his neck. One stayed in the locks, fingers curling against his head in his hair, face nuzzling further into his neck. Hiding his sounds, his little gasps and whimpers.

He shook his head at the statement though. “Y-you… I’m…” This was so terribly backwards. “I’m supposed to… - nhh… - my job…” Even though the equivalent of him ‘doing his job’ right now amounted to practically being babied, doing little to assist in this whole dirty exchange aside whimper and ache and writhe. Once again, he lifted blushing face to his companions, brows knitted in disheveled determination. “I want you to f-feel good, too.” It was so, so very important.

Okay, one last try.

He disliked that word, disliked the idea intensely, but if it would get his point across, he would aquiese to using such.  The idea of anyone being forced to obey, especially when monetary sums were involved, was off-putting.  “What if their desire is to please you?”

He rolled his hips up, breath hitching at the spike of sensation that rushed through him, still reticent on the sure idea that everything was alright.  His mind was forcibly decided for him, however, when lips met his own, and though he could not shake the dread that continued to plague him, it was summarily banished to the back of his pan in favor of returning the fervor.  Teeth nipped at the younger troll’s lips, tongue following soon after, as the Signless responded back in turn with wet, open-mouthed kisses that crossed the line of being purely loving into something far more raunchy.  Bad behaviour, yes, but...well, he could try to justify it any way that he wanted, but the fact of the matter was that he certainly had gained an interest in the situation.  To say the least.