[No. Nooooo tongue. That would just weird him out even more than he was feeling already. Wait, wasn't this the part where he was supposed to place his hands on Gamzee's hips or something? Karkat couldn't think with the other's lips against his, so he just raised his arms, linking them around the taller Slytherin's shoulders.]
[The move brings Gamzee's hands to naturally fall to the smaller boy's hips, resting there lightly as they experiment with finding the best way to fit their lips together, soft kiss following soft kiss in a way that's making the tips of his ears heat up under all his hair.]
[If this was how it felt to kiss someone, then it was intoxicating, just like everything the romance novels said it was. Karkat shifted so his knees kept Gamzee there before tilting his head, enclosing his lips over the other's.]
Mmmm. [The noise is soft, into Karkat's mouth, a happy murmur of enjoyment. Gamzee lightly and briefly sucks on the Gryffindor's lower lip, then goes back to the soft, parted lip kisses. His mind feels a million miles away, like when he's high, and the moment is perfect. Maybe they don't kiss like experts, but damn, do they need to when this already feels so sweet?]
[It was perfect. Almost too perfect. Karkat finally manages to get control over himself, at least enough to pull his mouth from Gamzee's, placing his hands on the other's chest as he licked his lips, glancing away.]
[Gamzee blinks as the Gryffindor pulls back, not sure why they'd stopped. He leans in to kiss the smaller boy again, but there are those hands on his chest.] You okay?
Still not seeing what's selfish about that, bro. I mean, I offered, and you gotta get your learn on somehow, don't you? [The taller boy gives him an earnest, puzzled look about it.] You want to be smooth when you all be romancing your lady, ain't no problem there.
[frowning, Gamzee ducks his head to look Karkat in the face] Motherfucker, I know my brain pan ain't all right, I got that, but maybe you don't. You have to explain this shit to me!
I know I don't! [His words snap out without meaning and then he immediately regrets it. The shorter boy buries his face in his hands, trying to gather his thoughts.] Fuck, I don't know what I'm fucking thinking.
[Gamzee's silent for a moment, then his hand creeps out, and he gently runs his fingers through the smaller boy's hair.] It's okay, best friend. Everything be all fine and sweet. We don't have to do nothing you don't motherfuckin' want to, you can just walk the hell out of here, okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't be all getting in your grill like that.
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