#and it feels like the back of my neck has completely seized up with tension

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

As a person who gets stress migraines, grad school is possibly not the best decision I have ever made.

[palestporn]

Karkat: make it clear who's in charge here

You get him by the collar of his big, stupid jacket, grip hard and pull yourself up against him; he lets you eagerly, trying to move his fucked-up frond again to get it around you, and then goes completely, immediately still when you press your face into his neck and frame his throat with the spread of your fangs.

Gamzee makes a noise that's entirely rattle-box and thoracic chirring, and his hand seizes on your arm hard enough you know he just drew more spots of fresh blood through the fabric--for a second he's tense all over, not breathing. You dig your fangs in a little harder, and wait.

He gives a cracked groan like he's dropping something heavy. All in one breathless rush, the tension breaks and he slumps into your grip. You bite, just scraping over the skin, and then relax on his chest, breathing hard.

"Shhh," you say against the rushing, fluttering pulse of his pusher under his jaw, and scrape your fangs across his throat again, deliberately just hard enough to feel. To tell him I won't hurt you, and you have no choice but to trust me on that, in a way he'll have to listen to.

He can't nod, and he can't or won't answer in words--but the way he tips his chin back one inch at a time, gritting his fangs on the panicky shreds of his growl, is as good as an answer.

You don't stop until the growl has stopped spiking in his thorax whenever you set your fangs, and you've left a whole chain of soft purple marks scraped across his skin. He's going to get shit from his church buddies again about the number of conciliatory shamebadges you like to leave on him, but he doesn't seem to care about stupid shit like shame, and it sure the fuck does get him under control quickly.

...You'd be lying to yourself to say you don't like seeing him go back to the church fleet with your marks all over his throat, where he very clearly bared it for you and let you put your fangs to it. You're the Prince of Romance. It's you.

Now, there's a few things that need to happen here. The only question is what order you're going to get them done in. Fuck your head hurts.

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