![]() ![]() He went into the kiss with as much of an appetite as his masters, colliding his long, purple tongue with the others and practically devouring the yellowblood. The air smelled like static and melting plastic and he almost dared Gamzee to go against him, come at him, fucking TRY IT. Psionics coiled down his arms, crackling with his anger, thunderstorms brewing in his chest. A snarl on his lips, baring teeth at his slave, his horns sparking just a bit, “I’m looking at an ungrateful asshole! Smite me off the spectrum?! You better think a-fucking-gain Makara!” Sollux stumbled back a step, his anger with Aranea and the situation still running high and clouding him. ![]() “THE SHIT YOU LOOKING AT YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING PISS STAIN? BEST BE EXPLAINING YOUR BITCH ASS SELF BEFORE I SMITE YOU OFF THE MOTHERFUCKING SPECTRUM” The highblood turned and rounded on sol, teeth bared and his eyes flooded red with anger as he growled viciously. “WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING SHIT IS ALL UP AND DOING THE FUCK DOWN!? SOME BITCH ASS LIL SLUT BE GETTING HER WICKED GRIP INTO MY MIRTHFUL MOTHERFUCKING PAN?!” he roared, ready to tear the nearest being limb from limb regardless of who it was. The release of control over his thinkpan was like being dropped into freezing vat of water, warmed only by the uncontrollable rage that surged through his veins upon realizing what had happened. He’d hurt him if he had to though and with the red tint to his eyes, his chest felt tight at something so likely inevitable. Sparks of psionics lashed out, wrapping around Gamzee’s arm to tug him backwards, at least long enough so Sollux was able to backpedal out of range, mind racing, searching for some way to stop him without hurting him. Sollux snapped his teeth at the highblood advancing, cracking lightning between his teeth and between his horns. He didn’t give much of a fuck about the psionics or the rancid smell in the air as he swung for the other’s throat, wanting to grab the little troll and get him down on the floor for a lesson in who the fuck he oughta be up and respecting.Ĭringing at the harsh honk again, he shook his head. The fucking piss blood would be dribbling with pleasure and ready to convert to the messiahs’s will by the time he was done with him. That was all the warning Sollux got as Gamzee lunged forward, ready to make this troll his bitch again, show who was really the master. A hum in the bottom of his chest despite the pace Gamzee was setting above him, through him. Damn did it feel good though, a cascade of harmless sparks with each thrust. Not that it would have been easy to do with the fingers wrapped around him. Hip to ass, he just started thrusting and it never did give him time to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. That core was so slick and hot he could barely stop the primal thrusting that suddenly started from nowhere, a hazy, lustful grin on his face.”MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM motherfuck yeah……”Ī little growl at he hand around his neck and the tongue on his face, getting saliva everywhere but where he wanted it, “Prove it,” he croaked past the grip on his throat.Ī couple of prods before Gamzee was suddenly buried to the hilt and Sollux was full to bursting around highblood bulge, writhing fast and hard, bringing a ragged scream from his throat, just as he’d promised. ![]() His bulge was already prodding near to Sollux’s hole but he didn’t give the psionic much time to register it as he suddenly plunged all the way in, burying himself good and deep as he groaned. “Screamings all you’re gonna be up and fucking doing my mirthful little motherfucker.” ![]() He could barely contain his hunger as he let his tongue slick and slither against the other’s face, tasting the heat and giving a low purr. The throbbing pulse, the way he asked to be made to scream, the waft of honey smell from that tasty little yellow slit-fuck. There was still enough let for him to breathe.yet at the same time, there was the very real presence that Gamzee could snap his neck like a twig. Sure it wasn’t blood but the miracles of gene slime weren’t to be sniffed at either.Ī cold hand gripped at Sollux’s throat, keeping a good grasp on it and not quite choking him entirely. Those legs fell so easily, what a little lowblooded slut he had to turn into putty. ![]()
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