Jade pushed Karkat back into the bed confidently, gritting her teeth in desire. He fell back compliantly into the soft fabric, drawing her to him. She fell atop him as if pushed by a breeze that wanted them to do it.
Jade smooched him passionately and stripped him of his shirt with military efficiency. He devested her of the same though the view of human chest was blocked by a peculiar band of fabric completely alien to Karkat. He fumbled desparately with it, trying to pull it up until Jade took pity on him, Karkat almost fell back in realization, and unhooked it for him.
In the cold air of the room, Jade’s nipples hardened into peaks like the world’s sexiest meringue. In his research of human cinema, he found that they were sensitive and caused instant pleasure, which is why he was confused when she pushed his hand away. He pulled away hurt, but she grabbed him by the horns. They were soft like that cheeto she left in the rain, the one Bec ate and then threw up on the carpet. Jade smiled at the fond memories.
Then, she looked down on Karkat and whispered soft into his ear, “you are so pitiful.” He moaned in desire. He quivered, at least part of him did like a mast on a great ship, and Jade was the kracken. She then proceeded to give him the friendliest hand job ever. Service with a smile.
He kissed her hungrily; he fingered her with a disgruntled piano player with carpal tunnel. She was hot and wet inside like that one time he went camping in the summer. When she came, she came with a one way ticket to ‘ooooh yeahhhh!~’ XD
They laid on top of the covers. She lit him a cigar; he choked and accused her of trying to murder him. Then, they took a shower. They lathered each other’s hair
and had hot, steamy, sloppy seconds.