[It does look a little weird, mainly because Gamzee's tongue is partway down the other boy's throat, like he's eating at Karkat's mouth. He pushes one hand up into the Gryffindor's thick hair, as though he's trying to anchor him in place, and it just goes on and on and on, until finally Gamzee pulls back, pressing his forehead to Karkat's, and panting, licking the younger boy from his lips appreciatively.]

Oh, damn. Oh, damn. [Murmurs, but he certainly doesn't sound upset, or disappointed. In fact, his eyes are alight with excitement, and his mouth is stretched into a wide, affectionate grin.] Damn, motherfucker, when'd you get so good at that?

[Gamzee has no idea if Karkat's any good. He has no way of judging. But he'd liked it, so it must be good, right?]