"Unh... Gog..."
A figure in the dark murmurered to itself in a shaky voice that sounded as if it would fall apart at any second. The figure shifted occasionally, in a very jerky and disconnected manner.
"Gog... John..."
It writhed about now. Although the room it flinched in was dark, darkness only conceals looks. The shaky, nasally voice came from none other than Karkat Vantas, lost in an intimate fantasy.
He shivered as he pictured his most hated being in the universe, John Egbert, a scrawny kid with dorky glasses and potruding teeth, going down on him. If only! Karkat bit his lip and stroked himself again, gasping and arching his back against the wall of his respiteblock. The cool wall contrasted heavily with his flushed, red skin, warm from his time alone.
He pictured those teeth scraping against him, berating that stupid Earth being for almost hurting him, John cowering away, Karkat forcing him back on, John going faster, faster, faster...
A sharp yell blew past his lips. His eyes screwed shut, his mouth hung open in a silent scream. He ran a digit up and down him again, picturing the scene replaying, flashing before his eyes, more and more frantically. He stroked himself faster, faster, faster...
His eyelids flung open, pupils dilated, more black than yellow sclera, his mouth open wide, and a scream signified his climax. He fantasized about that Earth dope licking up every drop as he came down off his high.
Ah, yes, time alone was good. Time with his most hated was even better.