Charcoal lips moved, forming words foreign to any human, but no sound could be heard except the slightest whisper. Tawny eyes ran from right to left across black print. Kilbas, no-You didn't! He left Tressa alone in her time of need. Romance 101, you hold that bitch tighter to your chest than a spandex shirt, letting her know you're there, whispering comfortingly in her ear. And never calling her a bitch. The page turned, eyes still scanning each line in excitement, the whisper becoming louder.
Lips turned up into a smile, revealing his overbite, and the young man's socked feet padded softly across the carpet to the distracted troll curled up on his couch with what appeared to be a good book. Karkat was leaning against the armrest, legs bent and his novel placed in his lap. Perfect. The inky-haired man tiptoed behind the armrest, gently clasped grey cheeks between bony hands, tilted his head back, and pink met black to steal away a kiss.
The display of affection was met with a growl. "You made me lose my spot! Now I am going to have to start the page all over and re-read everything just to find it, losing the suspense from being caught in the mom-" John captured Karkat's lips again. "I would have thought that the real thing is better than a book." The Heir began to chuckle, but a rough palm met with his face and he was shoved away with a loud "hmph!" Karkat picked his book up to hold it right in front of his eyes with a dramatic snap.
John, putting on a dramatic show even though the Knight wasn't paying attention, crawled back up to the armrest, lip jutting out in a pout. Nothing. Pale lips met grey skin as John kissed Karkat's neck. Nothing. The prankster then blew a raspberry on the rough skin and that was received with something close to a squeal and a jump, Karkat losing all composure. Taking this opening, the human wrapped his arms around the alien man in his home. "Pay attention to meeeeeeee," he whined, burying his face in his boyfriendspritwhatever's neck. The request was met with an agitated "I'm reading!" and a roll of the shoulders to shake him off, which didn't work.
The Cancer patron hadn't been able to read anything with John so incessantly trying to get his attention. The whining and begging continued until it was just downright pitiful. The troll was sure that if he had to listen for one more minute, his ears would fall off and his brains would ooze out of the holes into an unidentifiable puddle of slop. With an exaggerated groan, the book was set down. "Okay. I'm giving in to your behavior befitting for a grub sitting in his soiled diaperstub." Eager, John jumped from his place, crawling onto to the couch and grabbing the romance novel to get it out of the way.
"Let me at least mark my page!" The Cancer screamed. "After sex," John mumbled, lips already pressed against the other male's jawline, tossing the book to the floor. "I'm going to fucking kill you." The Heir snickered. "I love you, too."