[It takes a few moments for that whine to percolate into the hole-ridden sponge of Gamzee's brain. Pretty much every firing nerve cell is focused on the warm, wet lips against his, so vastly different from the first time they'd done it, when it had just been 'practice' for a girl. He has no idea why Karkat would want to kiss him, and doesn't care to examine it too closely, or else lose the joy of his tongue sliding against the younger boy's, the way it's o easy to tug in that smaller frame and draw him closer-

Oh. Wait, there was ...

He finally breaks the series of kisses, blinking at Karkat, his pupils huge and black in his already dark eyes. Then he turns his head to Tavros, and his expression is dazed, cheeks pink with color.] Shit, sorry ... guess a motherfucker just got carried away.

[His arms are still looped tight around Karkat, a mixture of possessiveness and nerves, as though he's afraid the Gryffindor'll slip way the moment he has a chance.]