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Your name is Kailas Vantas, and you're not even sure of the magnitude of your situation [Brothelstuck Signless; tagged for nsfw content]

[sanguinarypaladin]

Karkat could have wondered about similar things if he wasn’t so absorbed in writhing there atop him; everywhere he was touched made hotter. He was too convinced it was his own skin alive with fire, hypersensitive to everything that was given. But it wasn’t enough. He’d feel pathetic later, for a multitude of reasons; first of all the breakdown which had been completely uncalled for. Secondly propositioning whom he was told to be the Signless. And then… well, fuck. Acting like such a whore.

"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.

But he held out, swallowing a gasp, gripping that arm like his life depended on it. Back arched suddenly at the flick, the hand in Sign’s hair twitched as it disengaged from the locks, sliding to the nape of his neck. He’d… do less damage there. Face took on a helpless look, shaking his head at the words. “Nnh- n-no, c’mon - n-now, p-please, ffffffuck-" This was anything but fair. Karkat leaned forward, trembling as he panted into Sign’s chest. "I n-need it, sir, please…”

[wretchedsaviour]

The honorary that slipped from Karkat’s lips sent a shiver down his spine, and if he were in a better position to think, he would have been worried about the implications of the power behind such, but for the most part, he was more concerned about the fact that it was actually growing painful to deny himself any longer.  It took an exceeding amount of willpower, but he was able to pull himself away, fingers slipping from the smaller troll and brushing along the edges of  his nook before moving to untangle his bulge from the other’s. “Move.”  The word was quiet, almost ragged with the effort it took to even speak, and he couldn’t help the sound of disappointment that escaped his throat as he urged the smaller troll above him, guiding him into a more suitable position.  Praise dripped from his lips unconsiously as he mumbled into Karkat’s shoulder, exalting the other for being so good, for how compliant he was, for every perfection that the Signless’ thinkpan could summon. It was impossible to stifle the shaky exhale that tore from his throat as he slowly buried himself into the other, his hands braced upon Karkat’s sides in order to steady him.  Perhaps he should have been a bit more careful, but the heat and pressure about his bulge was effective at robbing him of higher thought.  He was composed enough to stop himself from merely taking his pleasure thoughtlessly, but oh the temptation was there.    “Good child, such a good child, yes, you’re doing so well Karkat, tell me how it feels, I want to know.”

[bogkon]

Urgh.

I suppose most people will ignore what I believe, and continue calling us “alternates”. Different universes’ versions of the same soul.

[wretchedsaviour]

Rather crass of them to do so, if I may be so bold.  No one's beliefs should be ignored, after all.

How peculiar, though.  What a terribly interesting concept.

[trollslimshady]

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[wretchedsaviour]

That...seems exceedingly strange, pardon my sudden ill manners.  I would very much like to know of anyone who has put claim on such a title, I thought such was rather dangerous to do?

Regardless, I must admit, that is fascinating.

[sanguinarypaladin]

Karkat just never learned, it seemed. Pity. If it kept getting him into situations like this, though, he might never learn his lesson.

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. 

Breaths stammered into his company’s ear, Karkat attempting to make some form of coherent words. It wasn’t working; all he kept doing was whimpering and gasping, the hold his other hand had now on Sign’s bicep tightening and loosening with every shudder that tore through him. "P-please… m-more," he breathed. Pliant indeed. He’d do anything. If this was just fingers, Karkat was going to lose it at anything else.

[wretchedsaviour]

Perhaps the most curious thing, above everything else that obviously was questionable about the entire situation, was the fact that the body upon his lap was so warm.  Willingness and desire aside, it was so profoundly strange to feel heat radiating beneath his hands, to feel the slick warmth as he worked his fingers deeper into the younger troll.  If things had been any less frantic, he would have marveled at the sensation, for surely it was something that he had never encountered before; even his beloved had been cooler beneath his palms, despite how enthusiastic she had been.

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.

But he would be damned if the younger troll wasn’t making things exceedingly difficult.  Slim fingers curled around his arm, and the noises that were escaping the other only served to wear his patience even more ragged.  A flick of his wrist, and perhaps his movements were less careful than they should have been, but he wanted to hear more, wanted to see the emotions flit across the other’s face, if only for the sheer fact that it had been so long since he had witnessed such.  It was nigh intoxicating, if he were one for clichés, and though he pulled back so that he could keep his gaze upon the other, his movements didn’t cease.  “Only when you’re ready, little one.  Not before then.”

[bogkon]

I can assure you, I am

not you. We just happen to share about 99.9% of our genetic makeup. However, that does not make me you. I’d prefer you didn’t refer to me as such.

[wretchedsaviour]

Pardon, I meant no offense, I do offer the most sincerest apology.  I'm merely quite perplexed at this concept of genetic similarity, I don't think I've encountered it before.

That aside, however, I do wish to apologize again for my seemingly rash previous comments.

[wretchedsaviour]

kelvinin started following you

Oh I-

hm.

I must admit I am quite confused at this point in time, because I seem to be addressing...myself?  That's certainly something you don't see every day.

[wretchedsaviour]

Oh gosh people following me now, hello there!  I just wanted to say thank you for following this dumb little blog of mine, as well as warn anyone that there will be nsfw content on here that isn't under readmores, but it will always be tagged 'ws nsfw' if you'd like to block it!  )

[trollslimshady]

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[wretchedsaviour]

Oh?  I will say, you've got me intrigued as well as perplexed now.  If it isn't too intrusive, might I ask you to elaborate a bit?

[trollslimshady]

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[wretchedsaviour]

I'll keep that in mind, though do get on me if I tend to stray off topic.  Bad habit, wouldn't you know.

Ah, my most sincere apologies, I'm a bit, ah, jaded when it comes to personal names.  Signless is generally a friendly enough title though, I think?

[wretchedsaviour]

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  My, I am all sorts of unobservant today,my most sincere apologies as well!  I do hope you are doing well, however, and it nice to make your acquaintance.

[trollslimshady]

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[wretchedsaviour]

Mituna?  Hm, do pardon me, that seems...familiar.  Haha, but that's not then or now, I suppose, I shouldn't trouble you with my old ramblings.  

Very nice to meet you, Mituna.

[wretchedsaviour]

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Oh pardon!  It seems that I've been terribly lax about noticing that people have stopped by, I do beg your forgiveness.  That aside, it is a pleasure to meet you, I do hope you're doing well.

[sanguinarypaladin]

Karkat’s whole life was a series of precarious situations, each more stupid than the last. But right now, all that mattered was the communication that he was so ready for this, and nothing would make him back down. “I’m not backing down,” he mumbled. "I trust you." 

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. 

Shuddering little ‘nn-nnh’ was heard as Sign’s head was on his shoulder, Karkat whimpering as he was brought up into a proper sit. His ears keenly tuned in on the sound of shuffling fabric(and the apology), Karkat taking in a breath. Unparalleled excitement sent a chill through him. He could smell it. And oh, the pressure on his lower back was delicious in and of itself, the feeling of his elder’s bulge on his notwithstanding. He whimpered, back arching against him, his breath heavy into the Signless’ hair; a hand curling into the back of it.

[wretchedsaviour]

It was good that the smaller troll recognized the actual implications of the Signless’ words, but his response did little for the effect that the elder had intended.  Instead of agreeing, instead of garnering a sense of self-protection, it seemed that the troll upon his lap was only emboldened, and the thin threads of self-control that he had been desperately clinging to finally broke.

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.

“Such a good child.”  The words slipped from his lips, even as he dragged his tongue up the side of Karkat’s neck.  Inhaling shakily, he reached down between the other’s legs, fingertips skirting about the entrance to his nook, pressing in slowly, a shudder running down his spine at the sensation.

[sanguinarypaladin]

Karkat did his best to recuperate, but when he felt the hand leave he looked up in his direction in a wave of concern. Shit. Had he done something wrong? Had he said something offensive on accident against his knowledge? He was pretty entranced, so he couldn’t rule it out.

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.)

But - what? Apologizing to him? That was just stupid. He shook his head earnestly, hands moving from Sign’s shoulders to his neck, then up his face again. Feeling, mapping out. “No,” he urged, leaning forward, scooting forward, wanting as much of his touch as he could get. “F-fuck my comfort level. It doesn’t exist. It doesn’t matter. J-just-” He kissed him again, missing a little but correcting his aim and sighing against him. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.” He wanted… to maybe have the feeling that someone would be excited to have freedom with him. 

[wretchedsaviour]

“You shouldn’t say such things,” came the response, his breath ragged and tone strained, “giving such permission is liable to put you precarious situations.”

  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. 

  There was another quiet apology as he worked at the fastening of his pants, unable to hide the shudder that ran down his spine as his aching bulge was freed.  A momentary flash of guilt rushed through him, but he fought it back, hand moving to the other troll’s lower back to urge him forward, rutting up against him. 

[sanguinarypaladin]

Karkat hadn’t really thought of it that way. But it seemed counter-productive, in either case. Who would pay for that? He hissed a little at the bite, head lazily turning away to try and avoid it. But it was largely useless, and he groaned a little in reply. His ears were so hot, he’d honestly be surprised if they didn’t bleed instantly from just looking at them enough. …they very well may have been, he really couldn’t feel anything anywhere on his body that wasn’t - 

"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.

Noises were pressed earnestly into Sign’s mouth, breathy sighs and coos of pure enjoyment numbering among them. He hadn’t even noticed the hand until he heard the zipper drawn; a sudden chill chasing through him as everything seemed to freeze. Time stood still; he could hear his pusher echo in his ears. Deep breath was taken just in time to feel the fingertips. Karkat nearly curled in on himself, hips twitching and a helpless whimper following a full-body shudder. "F-fuck-" Their mouths broke contact and he had to pull his hands back, stopping them on his elder’s shoulders before they went any further. Fingertips dug in and he bit his lip, springing more of his own blood from the previous bite. “S-sorry,” he gasped, single hand removed to cover his mouth in a familiar wash of shame. Whoa. It definitely had been far, far too long.

[wretchedsaviour]

The noises were enough to spur him on, fingers working gently about the other’s bulge, even as he followed the kisses, catching Karkat’s lower lip between his teeth in order to keep him in place.  He did not press, however, when the smaller troll shied away, curling within his lap, shaking.  There was momentary concern, and the Signless withdrew his hand, worry written into the furrowing of his brows as he pulled back to observe if the figure in his lap was actually alright.  Again he cursed his own forwardness, entirely aware that he was dealing with a delicate situation and that he had allowed himself too much indulgence. 

  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.

  “Do not apologize.”  The words were quiet, breathy, and though he did try to retain his concerned air, there was an undertone of interest that went far beyond mere innocent inquiry.  Swallowing hard, he willed himself to keep his touch chaste.  “You have no reason to, I should be the one begging forgiveness for pushing so…suddenly, despite your comfort level.”

[profoundlytriggered]

(Hello there friends, we had a massive storm that shorted out the electricity in my appartment, and it totally fried my modem, so I have no internet right now aaaaa. The earliest they can get a technician out is monday, so I’m kinda shit outta luck until then. Unintentional hiatus gogogo!

I am v sorry to everyone I owe posts too, I’ll see if I can leech wifi from somewhere, but no promises.)

[sanguinarypaladin]

Karkat wouldn’t have liked those thoughts. He could deal with people feeling sorry for him, he could deal with being blind. But someone that’d agreed to help him when Karkat had asked for it… feeling guilty for it? There was nothing he could have done that would have made the smaller troll not enjoy himself. Taking advantage of the situation? Only if you tied him down first. It’d taken so much for Karkat to even build himself up to ask for this. If Sign backed out now… it’d destroy him. What little of his own self he’d managed to carefully construct into something that modestly resembled nerve would crumble into a pit of worthlessness and inadequacy, and he’d have been no better than when he’d walked through that door.

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.

Sitting up straighter, bare chest flush against that of his ‘friend’, he kissed him once more - hips a little drunk from the excitement, teetering anxiously and stuttering in their motions only because it felt so fucking good and it made him take (pathetic) pause, Karkat kissed him, again, wanting nothing more in that instant than the feel of hands on him, a mouth on his, and the assurance that he was doing anything right.

[wretchedsaviour]

“Yes, your job.”  The words were punctuated the brush of lips across the other’s ear, teeth sinking in ever so slightly, only to be replaced by an apologetic brush of his tongue.  “You’re so insistant upon your job, but what if your client-”

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.

One hand strayed from its place, slipping between their bodies with purpose, fingers working at the button of Karkat’s pants.  Once he had managed to at least somewhat competently work the zipper down, he slipped his hand inside, very slowly, tentatively running the pads of his fingers over the curve of the smaller troll’s bulge, gauging the reaction that the touch would bring.