[Eridan has been lectured on the ways of human education, and how the last year is always difficult and tiring and blah blah blah. He gets it. He's been told by John, Karkat, Kanaya, and nearly everyone else he's managed to get a hold of to whine at. Of course, once it inevitably came to his sex drive and it's frustrating dissatisfaction, the conversations would be cut short and Eridan would be stuck again. Well, he was always stuck. Hornystuck. He's tried to just keep himself afloat with masturbating and cumming into his buckets so often they were now all stained violet, but it's not enough. He needs John, he needs him like air and thrills of conquest.]
[It's not unusual that John's asleep when he's awake, but Eridan's not having another day/night of not at least bugging John about his problem. He gets that John's busy and just needs sleep, but a little help in the kitchen would be great, okay, and there haven't been enough apologies or acknowledgments of his predicament. Granted, John hasn't been exposed to the extent of Eridan's libido, but that hasn't occurred to him.]
[He doesn't hesitate to crawl on top of John, curled in his blankets, and force him to turn onto his back so he can straddle him through the blankets. God, this already feels much better, he can feel John's pelvic area around his nook and, fuck, he wants to cry from how comforting it is to have someone instead of being alone.]
[Now is not the time for crying, though, because he needs to have words with John. So he pinches John's cheeks, leans down and hisses.]
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[It's not unusual that John's asleep when he's awake, but Eridan's not having another day/night of not at least bugging John about his problem. He gets that John's busy and just needs sleep, but a little help in the kitchen would be great, okay, and there haven't been enough apologies or acknowledgments of his predicament. Granted, John hasn't been exposed to the extent of Eridan's libido, but that hasn't occurred to him.]
[He doesn't hesitate to crawl on top of John, curled in his blankets, and force him to turn onto his back so he can straddle him through the blankets. God, this already feels much better, he can feel John's pelvic area around his nook and, fuck, he wants to cry from how comforting it is to have someone instead of being alone.]
[Now is not the time for crying, though, because he needs to have words with John. So he pinches John's cheeks, leans down and hisses.]
John! John, wake the fuck up!