Gamzee shivered, looking to the side. He wasn’t exactly in the mood anymore, but there was no way in hell he was leaving Karkat alone in this state. He pulled Karkat to his chest, gripping him like the world depended on it.
Karkat pursed his lips against the wound, moaning at the sensation.
Gamzee held his breath. “Karkat, please, stop…” he pleaded.
Karkat hesitated. “I… It feels… good…” he managed.
Gamzee’s shoulders tensed. Right, right, f**k, the drugs. Karkat would be chasing pleasure with every bit of willpower he had. Maybe if he distracted him…? “You want me to touch you, motherfucker?” Gamzee asked, trying to hide the edge to his voice.
Karkat nodded, whimpering.
Gamzee bowed his head, sighing. “Take off your pants.”
Karkat sighed, bobbing his head. He wiggled out of his jea
