>His ignorance shall be excused for now, don’t let it happen again, mister. Everyone had a good laugh at the anon, especially the fourth wall who still hasn’t gotten over it. Eventually, Sol figures out that they are talking about the cat here and not some other mysterious woman, that doesn’t stop her from being a little jealous of the cat for holding his attention. Oh well.
Pfft, whatever. All you have two do iis athk for one. Latht ii checked Xantoth iis athleep and unleth you’re expectiing a thiird perthon, then no, iit’th jutht uth.
Mister shall do his best, but no promises. At least Sollux figures it out, not that Karkat is terribly worried about her thinking it’s anyone else. She knows better by now. “Consider that an ongoing request for selfies in various states of undress and tongue protrusion. I’m not, and Xantos is far from invited.” He comments, slipping off the only thing he had on and carefully joining her in the water.
>Both the cat and Sollux need to learn how to share Karkat. By the time Karkat arrived, Sol has been sitting in the tub for quite some time just soaking up the heat of the water, it’s kind of surprising that she hasn’t turned into a prune yet. She may or may not have been startled awake from her very very short cat nap when he barged in. Took him long enough.
Glad two know that ii come before whomever iit iis ii’m shariing you wiith.
Hey, Karkat had been busy. He had some serious not paying attention to tumblr to do. He’s glad he got over that though, plus there was an anon to have a good laugh at. He leans down, resting his arms along the edge of the tub, biting back a snicker at Sollux. “Well, I figure she can claim my lap anytime. It’s not too often I get an invitation like that. We’re not expecting anyone else, are we?”
iin the ablutiion2 block.
Target locked. Arrival in t-minus about ninety seconds. He’s dressed only in his boxers, the bulk of the time it took him to find his matesprit having been taken up by convincing his cat, against whose claws the garment was a shield, that it’s time for him to be getting up and heading elsewhere. “Sorry it took so long. I had to persuade a pretty girl to share me,” is how he announces his entrance, shutting the door behind him.
I MIGHT BE PERSUADED. WHERE CAN I FIND THE SENDER OF THAT GLORIOUS WORK OF ART SELFIE?
IS THIS AN INVITATION? OR ARE YOU JUST ENJOYING SHOWING OFF?
SO YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A RADICAL RELIGIOUS NUTTER? CONGRATS ON BEING FOLLOWER 300. CLAIM YOUR PRIZE AT THE DOOR. THIS IS A LITERAL OFFER FROM MY FOURTH WALL, AS HE DID ART WHEN I HIT TWO HUNDRED DUE TO THE FACT THAT NO ONE WANTS MY ART BECAUSE IT’S SHIT.
I ALSO FEEL THE NEED TO SHARE HIS OTHER COMMENT: WELL, AT LEAST IT’S NOT TEEJ.
SORRY, SOMETIMES HE THINKS HE’S FUNNY.
You huff a soft, breathy laugh, your cheeks tinged blue. “T-toys, huh?” Well he seemed to be having fun with them at least. Not that you weren’t enjoying his play. It was actually… a lot more enjoyable than you would have thought. Who knew? He nuzzles between the valley of your chest, and the warmth of his breath ticking rounded flesh has you clinging to him tighter, feeling your skin tighten with goose flesh.
You blink in surprise, your brain stalled on his words until you feel his fingers tickle the skin of your back right below the bra’s clasp. You swallow thickly and nod, wanting to find out how different it would feel in this body, already getting a glimpse of that answer. But you knew Karkat knew more than you did, and you wanted to find out for yourself. “G-go for it.”
What you know seems to be a bit different for each person. In Sol’s case, they barely seem to do anything for her at all when you’re touching them, so Jonnah reacting like this is a welcome change.
Your face pulls away to give you room to pull the garment off once it’s opened. You brush along his side, settling between the fabric and his skin before shifting upward and sweeping the straps down over his arms. Once the bra is off your partner’s body, you toss it to the ground while you admire the sight in front of you. They’re very well formed and aesthetically pleasing. “Got yourself a nice pair here.” He cups first one and then the other, meeting his lips to them and kissing them.
"I don’t think I’ve seen you speak about your nudist tendencies. But yeah, that’s good to know."
You snort softly, “Is that what they are? I thought they were just extra weight on my front. Though I guess when you put it like that, it does seem pretty convenient.”
You take a deep breath, willing yourself to remain calm. It’s not working too well, and you get the feeling Karkat knows full well the effect that he’s having on you. Your arms come around under his arms to cling to his back, your own claws biting lightly against his shoulder blades every time he did something in particular that made your body quiver.
"H-having fun..?" Fuck, you just stuttered.
You shrug. Now he knows.
"It’s all in how you look at them. They also make pretty fun toys in the right hands." Your hands certainly appear to be having the desired effect here if his newly developed speech impediment is any indication. You nuzzle into his cleavage, offering a hummed assent. You’re having quite a bit of fun.
You rest your chin there, picking your face up just enough to unmuffle your words. “I’d have even more fun without all this trimming in the way.” With that said, you go back to nuzzling and kissing the area, hands sliding their way around to the fastenings of the bra. They wait for permission before proceeding any further though.
You quirk a brow. “From where exactly was I supposed to derive that undressed is your normal state besides the fact that you mentioned it just now?”
Your breath hitches, feeling the tips of his clothes even through the cups of the bra. You shiver. “I… I never said they made me more vulnerable.” They don’t make you feel less vulnerable, either… Maybe just a bit more vulnerable… mostly because they were a bit more sensitive than your usual flat chest.
You hum, considering his rather valid question. It’s never been a topic that came up too much, so he might not have any way of having known it. “Tumblr maybe. You know now. That’s what matters, right?
"They shouldn’t. Extra protection in a pretty package," you drawl. You’re leering at him now, smiling before leaning down to nip at his collarbone and moving on to press nuzzling kisses where the flesh starts to swell on his chest. Meanwhile, your thumb’s claws stroke lazily along where they came to rest after poking him before. Playing with him is proving to be fun, and you’ve hardly done anything yet.
iit probably wa2n’t iimportant 2o who really care2.
I’M SURE SOMEONE SOMEWHERE DOES.
what a 2hame. ii’m 2ure that iit wa2 probably 2omethiing along the liine2 of “you’re the greate2t troll ii’ve ever known and ii’m comiing down2taiir2 riight now two 2hower you iin endle22 affectiion and love”.
NO. I’M PRETTY SURE IT WASN’T THAT. I REMEMBER IT BEING NOT THE MOST POSITIVE THING EVER. I’M SURE I’LL THINK OF IT AGAIN EVENTUALLY IF IT’S REALLY THAT IMPORTANT.
#thii2 wa2 two
YOU KNOW THERE WAS SOMETHING I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT, BUT THIS IDIOCY HAS MADE ME FORGET WHAT IT WAS.