Screw it i'm g⚣nna p⚣st it n⚣w -3- this is a fic between @carcin⚣Geneticist#1023 and @centaursTesticle#5457 Enj⚣y! #ya⚣ip⚣sting #nsfw #vide⚣sexting #Pleased⚣ntbet⚣⚣cruelwithmyfanficIw⚣rkedhard⚣nitthanky⚣u #Iwill⚣nlyacceptcriticisminthedms The s⚣und ⚣f an inc⚣ming vide⚣ call alerts Equius, Karkat had been b⚣mbarding him with texts c⚣mmanding him t⚣ c⚣me t⚣ his pers⚣nal c⚣mputer. The texts had n⚣t been m⚣re specific than that. Still, the urgency and the c⚣mmanding t⚣ne fr⚣m Karkat's texts had him already starting t⚣ sweat, his pusher beating with excitement and anticipati⚣n at what the call was g⚣ing t⚣ be. Equius Sat d⚣wn in his chair, hesitating f⚣r ⚣nly a m⚣ment bef⚣re answering the vide⚣ call. The screen changed t⚣ that ⚣f the vide⚣ call f⚣rmat. Equius' face was sh⚣wn at the b⚣tt⚣m ⚣f the screen indicating that his camera was w⚣rking. Meanwhile, Karkat's camera was n⚣t yet sh⚣wing, instead sh⚣wing a blank buffering Ic⚣n f⚣r a few m⚣ments. ⚣nce the l⚣ading Ic⚣n went away, Equius' jaw dr⚣pped. What l⚣aded ⚣n the screen was the tr⚣ll he was expecting t⚣ see when answering the vide⚣ call. H⚣wever, what he did n⚣t expect was f⚣r the tr⚣ll t⚣ n⚣t be wearing any cl⚣thing. Karkat's b⚣dy was in full view. He was leaning ⚣n his chair with ⚣ne hand ⚣ccupying his candy red bulge, and the ⚣ther hand ⚣ccupying his n⚣⚣k. The thr⚣bbing ⚣f Equius' pusher m⚣ved its way d⚣wn t⚣ his bulge as he t⚣⚣k in the visage ⚣f the tr⚣ll s⚣ ⚣penly t⚣uching himself ⚣n the screen. The full fr⚣ntal lewdity t⚣⚣k him c⚣mpletely by surprise, alm⚣st t⚣ the p⚣int where he didn't hear the w⚣rds, ⚣r rather the c⚣mmand c⚣ming fr⚣m his PC. "START STRIPPING P⚣NYB⚣Y" It t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment f⚣r the c⚣mmand t⚣ pr⚣cess in his head, alm⚣st as if ⚣n que his b⚣dy started t⚣ sweat m⚣re. The heat fr⚣m the exhilarati⚣n ⚣f n⚣t ⚣nly being t⚣ld what t⚣ d⚣, but t⚣ be t⚣ld t⚣ d⚣ s⚣mething lewd like this fr⚣m a l⚣wbl⚣⚣d s⚣ shamelessly exp⚣sing himself t⚣ him was alm⚣st t⚣⚣ much t⚣ bear. Th⚣ugh, he was n⚣t ⚣ne t⚣ dis⚣bey an ⚣rder. "...As y⚣u wish." He knew the intent ⚣f the ⚣rder fr⚣m Karkat. The l⚣wbl⚣⚣d wanted him t⚣ humiliate himself f⚣r his ⚣wn pleasure. The th⚣ught ⚣f d⚣ing such an ⚣bscene thing sent shivers up his spine. He pushed back his chair and g⚣t his b⚣dy in full view ⚣f the camera. He started by taking ⚣ff his sh⚣es and setting them aside, he then grabbed the b⚣tt⚣m ⚣f his tankt⚣p, which was n⚣w damp with his sweat and sl⚣wly pulled it ⚣ver his head. Every inch ⚣f skin and muscle being sl⚣wly revealed pr⚣vided fuel t⚣wards Karkat's pleasure. He felt his ⚣wn bulge squirming in his pants at the th⚣ught, and then the c⚣nfirmati⚣n as ⚣nce his tank t⚣p was ⚣ver his head, he was able t⚣ see Karkat m⚣ving b⚣th hands t⚣ pleasure himself t⚣ the sh⚣w. ⚣nce he g⚣t the tankt⚣p ⚣ut fr⚣m ⚣ver his head, being careful n⚣t t⚣ have it caught ⚣n his h⚣rns, he threw the shirt int⚣ a pile ⚣f similarly damp cl⚣thing t⚣ be washed later. He t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment t⚣ flex his hard earned muscles f⚣r Karkat bef⚣re m⚣ving his hands t⚣ his sh⚣rts. His fingers m⚣ved t⚣ unbutt⚣n and unzip his sh⚣rts, bef⚣re pulling them d⚣wn his legs. Underneath, was the athletic leggings he w⚣re ⚣n a daily basis. The sh⚣rts had put in s⚣me eff⚣rt t⚣ hide his ar⚣usal, but that bl⚣ckade was n⚣w g⚣ne. The ⚣utline ⚣f his bulge was clearly visible t⚣ any wh⚣ had the eyes t⚣ see them, yet still hidden by the layer ⚣f fabric underneath. A s⚣ft grunt was heard fr⚣m the pc, Karkat had slipped his fingers a little deeper int⚣ his n⚣⚣k when he saw the bulge thr⚣ugh the m⚣nit⚣r. The s⚣ft s⚣und was en⚣ugh t⚣ get his ⚣wn bulge t⚣ push up against the fabric, yearning t⚣ n⚣t ⚣nly be free, but t⚣ slide its way int⚣ that tantalizing h⚣le Karkat was displaying f⚣r Equius. Equius let ⚣ut a shaky breath as he slid his sh⚣rts fr⚣m under his feet and threw them int⚣ the same pile ⚣f laundry. He t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment t⚣ m⚣ve his hands back t⚣ his leggings, and h⚣⚣ked his thumbs ar⚣und the thin waistband. He hesitated in pulling them d⚣wn, he l⚣⚣ked intently at the screen. He drunk in the sight ⚣f Karkat masturbating t⚣ him, it was s⚣ perverse, s⚣ delici⚣usly perverse that s⚣me⚣ne ⚣f his standing was d⚣ing this f⚣r a l⚣wbl⚣⚣d like him. His hesitati⚣n st⚣pped, he slid d⚣wn his legging and unleashed his indig⚣ bulge int⚣ plain sight. Karkat let ⚣ut an⚣ther grunt in resp⚣nse, his m⚣uth was slightly agape, panting, as he c⚣ntinued t⚣ w⚣rk his bulge and n⚣⚣k with b⚣th hands. "FUCK.." Equius let his bulge taste the air f⚣r a m⚣ment, leaving his waistband just bel⚣w his n⚣⚣k bef⚣re sliding the rest ⚣f his undergarment ⚣ff. He threw his final piece ⚣f cl⚣thing int⚣ the same pile. N⚣w he st⚣⚣d with his b⚣dy fully un⚣bstructed fr⚣m his cl⚣thing, and fully in view f⚣r Karkat. Equius clenched his hands, he wanted t⚣ start t⚣uching himself t⚣⚣, his bulge ached f⚣r the fricti⚣n ⚣f his str⚣ng grip. But he st⚣⚣d still, and waited f⚣r Karkat's next ⚣rder. As if Karkat read his intenti⚣ns, ⚣r simply craved m⚣re fr⚣m Equius, he called ⚣ut an⚣ther c⚣mmand. "D⚣N'T JUST FUCKING STAND THERE, GET CL⚣SER." Equius ⚣nce again shuddered at the c⚣mmand, he m⚣ved his b⚣dy cl⚣ser t⚣ the camera. The camera was n⚣w sh⚣wing everything fr⚣m his upper thighs t⚣ the t⚣p ⚣f his lips. His bulge was squirming ar⚣und shamelessly in the air, desperate t⚣ find s⚣me s⚣rt ⚣f fricti⚣n. "G⚣⚣D H⚣RSE. N⚣W START STR⚣KING Y⚣UR BULGE, AND D⚣N'T Y⚣U DARE CUM UNTIL I SAY Y⚣U CAN" The praise caused his wh⚣le b⚣dy t⚣ physically tense, it was s⚣ wr⚣ng t⚣ get such pleasure fr⚣m a l⚣wbl⚣⚣d telling him such depraved things. His t⚣ned b⚣dy was n⚣w enhanced by the dr⚣plets ⚣f sweat running d⚣wn it, the light reflecting ⚣ff his sweat ⚣nly gave m⚣re definiti⚣n t⚣ his muscles, and ⚣f c⚣urse a better viewing f⚣r Karkat. "As y⚣u c⚣mmand..." He m⚣ved his right hand t⚣ his bulge, the ⚣nly article ⚣f cl⚣thing he had n⚣t rem⚣ved were the fingerless gl⚣ves. This was purp⚣seful, he l⚣ved the way the leather ⚣f the gl⚣ves felt ⚣n him, he l⚣ved the way they felt even m⚣re when he was str⚣king his bulge. He m⚣ved his hand t⚣ firmly grip his bulge and beging running his leather c⚣vered palm al⚣ng the appendage. He let ⚣ut a s⚣ft gr⚣an ⚣f pleasure in resp⚣nse t⚣ the feeling, his bulge squirmed in his hand in celebrati⚣n ⚣f finally getting the attenti⚣n it had been yearning f⚣r. Th⚣ugh his eyes were n⚣t sh⚣wing in the view ⚣f the camera, his gaze was ever f⚣cused ⚣n Karkat's f⚣rm while str⚣king his bulge. Every single detail was taken n⚣tice ⚣f. The way Karkat w⚣uld arch his back slightly when he f⚣und a g⚣⚣d sp⚣t in his n⚣⚣k. The way his chest expanded and c⚣ntracted with every heavy breath he t⚣⚣k. The way his bulge squirmed and wrapped ar⚣und his s⚣ft hands. It t⚣⚣k all ⚣f his willp⚣wer t⚣ wane ⚣ff his ⚣wn ⚣rgasm, he w⚣uld listen t⚣ Karkat's c⚣mmand. As he c⚣ntinued t⚣ str⚣ke himself, he n⚣ticed the m⚣vements Karkat was making were bec⚣ming m⚣re dramatic. His hands m⚣ved quicker, his bulge flailed m⚣re erratically, his breathing n⚣w quickening, he was getting cl⚣se t⚣ an ⚣rgasm. Thr⚣ugh a slightly strained v⚣ice he gave ⚣ut an⚣ther c⚣mmand, th⚣ugh this time it was n⚣t as assertive, but had a s⚣fter t⚣ne. "FUCK, FUCK. I'M ALM⚣ST THERE. D⚣N'T CUM UNTIL Y⚣U SEE ME CUM ⚣K?" Equius simply n⚣dded as he watched entranced by the ⚣ther's m⚣vements. It was alm⚣st... cute, watching him squirm like that as he began t⚣ appr⚣ach his ⚣rgasm. He was alm⚣st at his limit t⚣⚣, he began t⚣ str⚣ke himself faster, aching t⚣ time up his ⚣rgasm with Karkat's. Karkat's m⚣vements became m⚣re and m⚣re frantic and desperate bef⚣re he let ⚣ut a ch⚣ked ⚣ut m⚣an, and arched his back away fr⚣m the chair. Candy red slurry began t⚣ sh⚣⚣t ⚣ut ⚣nt⚣ his t⚣rs⚣ and hands. A few m⚣ments after Equius saw the first sh⚣t ⚣f slurry sh⚣⚣t fr⚣m the ⚣ther's bulge, he let ⚣ut a s⚣ft grunt as he spilled his ⚣wn slurry, unf⚣rtunately f⚣r him it was getting all ⚣ver his desk and fl⚣⚣r. But it felt t⚣⚣ g⚣⚣d f⚣r him t⚣ p⚣siti⚣n it anywhere else, that w⚣uld be a pr⚣blem f⚣r later. They b⚣th pr⚣ceeded t⚣ ride ⚣ut their ⚣rgasms t⚣gether, b⚣th making messes ⚣ut ⚣f their respective spaces. As the last bits ⚣f slurry was pulled fr⚣m their bulges, they t⚣⚣k a m⚣ment t⚣ take a breath and revel in the p⚣st ⚣rgasm gl⚣w. Karkat leaned back, slumped in his chair, he idly wiped ⚣ne ⚣f his palms ⚣ff ⚣n a clean part ⚣f his thigh bef⚣re m⚣ving his hand ⚣ver t⚣ his ⚣wn c⚣mputer. "G⚣⚣D B⚣Y. N⚣W CLEAN UP Y⚣UR MESS FREAK." With that Karkat left the call, leaving Equius al⚣ne, with ⚣nly a reflecti⚣n ⚣f his sweaty b⚣dy ⚣n his m⚣nit⚣r, and a mess t⚣ clean up after. He'd need a few t⚣wels f⚣r this.
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