[[AN: I was never the greatest at writing, and this is probably the only thing I'll ever upload, but I decided there needs to be more smut between these two. Enjoy.
Copyright stuff; Homestuck, Eridan and Equius aren't mine. They be Andrew Hussie's.]]
Eridan tugged the knot of the blindfold tight, catching various strands of Equius' hair painfully.
"You don't get to look me in the eyes," Eridan said with a snarl.
"Yes, highblood," Equius obeyed, sweat drops rolling from his temples and forehead.
Eridan pulled the strongman's head back by a fistful of hair and hovered over his neck with breaths of air that contributed to the heat Equius was already going through.
Equius took a deep breath as to try and relieve it, only for it to come back out as a moan.
Eridan let go of the hair, walking around to stand over the kneeling man. Being let go, Equius quickly lowered his head with what respect he could consciously give and continued to breathe heavily.
"If you're truly that warm, strip for me," Eridan demanded, gesturing Equius to get up by tugging his one horn.
"Yes, highblood." Equius stumbled to his feet - albeit difficult to do blindfolded - stripping down to his thigh-highs.
"Leave those on. Now sit again," Eridan said, slightly pushing him down.
Equius sat with knees bent and spread where Eridan seated himself under the others legs. Equius raised his head to theoretically look at Eridan, just to be slapped.
"Lower your damn head in front of your superiors."
At that, Equius only nodded, with a bruised face, flushed cheekbones and heavy pant.
"You're enjoying this far too much, you slut landweller," Eridan smirked, pulling down his pants and revealing his own stiffened member, positioning himself.
"Pardon, highblood, but I simply cannot help what-"
"Are you trying to make excuses?" Eridan yelled irritatedly. "Keep in mind you are at my mercy!"
"But I can't help what I am aroused by, highblood." Equius sweated more with hopes of provoking proper reaction.
"You shouldn't give me excuses!" Eridan said, forcing hiself into Equius' entrance.
Lacking muscle preparation, Equius yelled out in pain and threw his head back instinctively.
Eridan grunted from the pressure, gripping Equius' knees and clawing holes in his leggings. He pulled out and thrust back in once more.
As soon as he was consciously able to, Equius dropped his head once more and silenced himself, biting his lip enough to send a drop of thick blue liquid rolling down his chin. Colors mixed within his rectum, purple precum and hints of blue from the dry force.
Once it was slick enough, Eridan was able to thrust faster. He sat up to lean over Equius and lick the remnants of blood off his face.
In, out. Back, forth. Close to finishing, Equius moaned and bucked his hips. Eridan leaned closer, face in the crook of Equius' neck and the heavy scent of sweat flooding his nostrils. Equius grunted as he finshed, spurting blue over both their stomach and tightening around Eridan's member.
Eridan became further stimulated by the tightness and bit at Equius' neck, whimpering into his flesh and furrowing his eyebrows while he filled the other full of thick purple.
After a few minutes, Eridan collected himself and stood up, holding a foot over Equius' half-limp junk.
"I told you to keep your head down, lowblood." With that he ground into the others scrotum and left.
Equius cringed and snapped his legs shut, still looking in the highblood's general direction.