luck of the irish

Clover danced a merry jig, as he was wont to do.  The Knight of Time, who had proven trivial to subdue, strained against his bonds, complaining loudly and continuously.  The Knight of Blood thrashed helplessly, trying his best to escape the frisky, capering leprechaun.  My, but the grey boy was a comely lad, thought clover.  He’d never work in charms.  But horseshoes, ah, there was potential there.

Wasting no time, clover reached down and undid the zipper on Karkat’s pants, prompting a surprised

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

And a corresponding “yeah i gotta go with karkat on this one.  what the fuck, guy.”  The human was already straining against his bonds, sweat dripping from his face.

Clover gave the boy’s pants a tug downward to find his bulge firmly in its sheathe, with no plans to emerge any time soon.  Ah, but wouldn’t it be fortunate if somehow, the lad were to find himself sexually excited?  Within no time at all the troll’s slimy, red tentacle was twisting and squirming in his hand, against the wishes of its owner.

“WAS ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ NOT ENOUGH TO INDICATE THAT YOU SHOULD STOP DOING THAT?  BECAUSE IF SO I’LL BE THE FIRST TO CORRECT YOUR MISCONCEPTION THAT I WANT YOUR GRUBBY GREEN MITS ANYWHERE NEAR MY- FUCK!”

The leprechaun hadn’t the slightest idea how to properly pleasure a troll, he simply did whatever struck him as best, sucking Karkat’s bulge with wild abandon.  The troll bucked his hips and moaned as Clover gave him what was far and away the best blowjob he had ever received.  Dave squirmed and thrashed, watching the tiny green man pleasure his boyfriend.  His shades could hide his eyes, but he just had to hope neither of them could see the raging erection tenting his god-tier trousers.

With a strangled cry, Karkat blew his load, squirting a stream of cherry red seed at Clover.  Of course, a thick load of troll jizz splattering all over him would have been enormously unfortunate, and as a result Karkat’s bulge twitched left just far enough to miss the lucky leprechaun, instead coating Dave’s shirt, shades and face.

“dude not cool”

Clover scampered away, giddy at having successfully consummated a horseshoe with such a strapping young fella.  Karkat collapsed backward, wondering what the fuck just happened.  Dave continued to struggle against his bonds, stained, embarrassed and still erect.