OMG VD!

[cavedwellers]

[Gosh you guys, there must be a holiday on! One of the bigger, more well-lit caves has been decked out for a PARTY, with heart-shaped BALLOONS and also red and white STREAMERS decking the stalactites and shit. There are BUCKETS filled with LITTLE CANDY HEARTS, and there is a FOUNTAIN featuring a rosy-cheeked CUPID who is PEEING PINK LEMONADE into a basin. Also ther are CUPS in case you couldn't tell the LEMONADE was for DRINKING.

Also, everything is HEAVILY SPIKED WITH APHRODISIACS. Eating or drinking the party favors will make you want to MAKE OUT with anyone who gets IN STRIKING DISTANCE. Have fun with that!]

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[prankster_gambit]

[Karkat is nearly on top of you and you don't see anything wrong with this. You can see the bruises on him, darker on his already dark skin and you touch one on his collarbone, let your fingers gently slide over it before reach up and petting his hair back, letting your thumb press against one of his stubby horns. You smile.

Tavros' were cool but you think you like Karkat's best.]

[pincerattack]

[ohhhh it feels nice when he touches that bruise, because it's wrong and exciting that he's doing such a caliginous thing when you're flushed. so nice that you almost drag his hand back, except then he touches your horn and oh fuck your knees almost buckle. you... aren't used to touching your horns against anything besides your hair unless you manage to crack your entire head against something, considering they're too small to bump against anything on their own. so they're really, really sensitive.]

[prankster_gambit]

[Wow that was a strong reaction~! You smile and reach up with your other hand so you can circle them both with your fingers before leaning up and pressing your mouth against his.]

[pincerattack]

Ah--

[you make a really embarrassing high-pitched noise that gets cut off when he kisses you. hornjobs aren't something that's ever really appealed to you on an aesthetic level until this exact moment, because you've always been really embarassed about your horns and anyway who would want to do that when there's nothing there to hold onto? but fuck, fuck, you take it all back, this is amazing, this is the best. all you can do is try to fumble around what you just picked up about humans in the last little while-- you do not fucking scratch because that is the last thing you want to do right now, but you very, very carefully slip a hand up the back of his silly godtier pajama shirt.]

[prankster_gambit]

[you arch against his hand, your mouth moving from his to nuzzle against his cheek, your hands almost losing his horns in his hair as you move closer to him, nearly in his lap.]

[pincerattack]

[you finally figure out where to put your other hand, which is now on his hip so you can hold him there when he presses up really close. but you'd better take this opportunity to get yourself together and talk while you still can! or else you're going to wind up a little puddle of troll and drag John down onto the ground after you.]

Can we sit down?

[wow, do you ever sound like someone whose mind is getting blown. seriously, you don't think horns are supposed to be that good. nobody in the movies ever gets reduced to a shaky pile of nonense from it, anyway. congratulations, Karkat, you are weird.]

[prankster_gambit]

Yeah. Yeah that's a great idea!

[You immediately drop to the ground like one of those creepy puppets Dave's bro keeps around, tugging Karkat's hand, grinning up at him. You're probably coming off as a little desperate but you're also feeling a little desperate so that's okay!]

[pincerattack]

[good, you're on the same page here! and you're not judging at all, because you're just as desperate. also, it's time to fuck dignity-- not that you didn't do that forever ago-- and climb onto John's lap when you follow him down, because that seems like the best place to be right now. which puts you really close to that mark on his neck again, so you lean in and lick at it.]

[prankster_gambit]

[you make an embarrassing hnn sound right in his ear before nuzzling against it. Your hands are busy slipping under his shirt to stroke his sides gently, rubbing against his grub leg scars.]

[pincerattack]

[oh gog this feels nice. you really should return the favor; you know he doesn't have any grubleg scars, but maybe it'll still feel nice if you slip a hand up his front this time (he liked it when you put your hand on his back, you think anyway) and sort of figure out exactly what's there for humans. you didn't see much with the other one; that had been more biting and clawing and yelling.]

[prankster_gambit]

[You scatter kisses along his cheek before pressing another on his mouth, licking at his lips pretty clumsily. One of his claws catch on a nipple and you suck in air. That was sharp and close to painful but it felt kind of good.]

[pincerattack]

[watch the claws, YOU DO NOT FUCKING SCRATCH THE HUMAN, KARKAT. at least, not this human at this particular moment, because you were pretty okay with clawing up that other human and maybe in another context it would be okay to scratch John. just not right now, you've wreaked enough carnage on the human race for today. he did seem to like that spot, though, so you go back there carefully, with only the pad of your finger and not the claw.]