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Unable to continue holding back, he sobs and moans at the mixture of pleasure and horrible pain coursing through his body. Karkat gives up on fighting and lets it happen, too worn out to keep it up. He squeals loudly, and much to his embarressment as Dualscar bites into his shoulder. It’s too much. It’s just too much. He releases a small flood of genetic material, sending his body into random spasms and twitches, and tightening around the seadweller’s bulge.
Dualscar groans as he feels the pressure mount around his bulge and he hits his own climax, thrusting a few final times and filling his unfortunate partner with a torrent of violet fluid. His teeth rip out of Karkat’s shoulder and he sucks the blood from his mouth, breathing hard, then pulls his writhing bulge free. He takes a moment to nip at the exhausted cherryblood’s ear before backing off, sitting on his knees to catch his breath.
Maybe you’re too stubborn to actually learn from this, mutant…but you damn wwell better remember it.
He takes in shaky breaths, completely spent and sore. He winces as his ear is nipped, and angles his head to watch Dualscar sit back. With a small, tired snarl, he flips him off.
He snorts, then chuckles, then is full on laughing at being given the finger after all of that. And he thought of himself as stubborn! He can hardly believe this guy.
Right back at you, champ.
Shaking his head, Dualscar stands and rights himself, getting an eyeful of poor Karkat still on the ground covered in blood and genetic material. His black lips are curled in a sneer but his respect for the smaller troll’s neverending flippancy has gone up a notch, no longer entirely inexistant.
Karkat gives him a glare and props himself up on his elbows, arms shaking slightly from over working himself already.
What the fuck do you think you’re laughing at? So that happened, what does that prove? Oh I know, it proves jack shit.
Dualscar lets out a little yawn and stretches lazily, cracking his joints. He smiles in a condescending manner and tilts his head to give Karkat a bored look.
I’m fairly sure it provves you’re subject to my evvery wwhim. But go on, keep yelling at me, it’s a big turn-on; perhaps I could be convvinced to havve another go at you.
He shakes, not in exhaustion, but in renewed anger. Karkat snaps his legs shut even tighter and Dualscar’s threat, not doubting that he’ll do it.
Oh my fucking god does the arrogance EVER stop radiating off of you?! You only think I’ll do everything you command, but I’m pretty damn sure I’ve stated this already, and made it quite clear, that I’ll never do anything a dickbag like you tells me too.