Hips Don't Lie
Woah... Is that Karkat? It is... nubby horns and all. What's he doing?
Oh. My. Gog.
He's swinging his hips like a prostitute... Damn...
Fuck!
Look away.
Look away, Strider!
God damnit... he has an ass!
...
Stop looking...
Fuuuck...
I... Shit.
I wanna touch it... No...
I have to touch it...
You walk closely behind Karkat, close enough that if you wanted... you could...
Dave. Touch Karkat inappropriately.
Before you even notice the command, you find your hand on Karkat's ass.
"Wha-?" He spins his head around.
"Strider?! What the fuck-?"
You give him your classic stoic stare.
You mean business.
Something seems to click in his mind, just as something seems to click in your pants.
You allow yourself a grin when you realize that he's unconsciously leaning into your touch.
You gently squeeze. He yelps, and your grin morphs into a smile.
"Oh, hey, Karkat."