It's been a hard day for Jade Harley. She twisted her ankle getting off of the bus, and had to walk around on it all day at work. She spilled coffee down the front of her shirt and got a paper cut. The bus ride home had, not one, but two crying babies. When she finally gets home it's late and all she wants is to watch Cosmos and cuddle with her troll boyfriend. She walks into the living room and he's on the couch, Netflix already pulled up on the laptop. She walks to behind where he's sitting on the couch and wraps her arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.
"Hi." He says. "How was work?" She sits next to him and spills it all and he looks like he's planning to give the deity who made her day so shitty a piece of his mind. "D-do you want me to massage your frond nubs?"
"That would be wonderful, Karkat, thank you." He nods and pats his lap, so she takes off her shoes and gingerly sits her feet on his legs, her back leaning against the arm of the couch. Karkat hits play and she lets the soothing voice of Neil DeGrasse Tyson calm her. She groans when Karkat rubs her feet, working the soreness and tension out of her arches and ankle. Her foot lowers when he scratches around his horn and she feels something move on her heal. She looks at him and his face goes bright red.
"S-sorry." Ah, so his bulge is out. She giggles a bit.
"It's ok. I don't mind."
"Should I stop?"
"No, keep going." He nods and tries to swallow the lump in his throat, going back to kneading the balls of her feet. She smirks and wiggles her toes and he licks his lips unintentionally. He wants to kiss them. Would she think that was weird?
"You can if you want." She says like she can read his mind. He looks to her and then to the nub in his hand. He brings it to his lips and when he kisses her big toe, she giggles. Loving the sound, he kisses her again, slow and loving on each toe, by the time he reaches her pinky, his bulge is writhing and he can feel it starting to leak genetic material. He chitters, high and raspy when he feels her other foot come to the front of his pants. He can't help but suck her toe into his mouth, mindful of his teeth.
He hears her moan and when he looks up, her hand is down the front of her pants and she's staring right at him. His face heats up and he resumes panting around his mouthful. He can feel the heat pooling in his shame globes and not a moment later, when Jade rubs her foot in a certain way, he comes, genetic material flooding and soaking his pants as well as the fabric around where he was sitting. He distantly registers Jade whining through her orgasm from across the couch and when he looks at her, she looks beautiful, her face is flushed and her shirt is stained, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.
She looks at him and laughs.