The words were flying out of Kankri's mouth much faster than Karkat could decipher them, but he blinked in slow silence as his ancestor - Rather, the awkward teen that took what Karkat thought to be his glorious place - chattered on, opening his blank eyes every now and then to make sure Karkat was still listening, let alone there.

It was subtle at first, but Kankri began to shift his weight as he talked. It was slow, moving inch by inch as his words rolled out of his mouth, but it became a constant shifting as his thighs ran against each other in his jeans, and he could feel Karkat staring at him.

"And I believe that— Er," Kankri froze, and Karkat snapped his head up, a little spark in his eye showing that he could be free. "Is something the matter?" Karkat rolled his eyes.

"Is something wrong with you?" A pause.

"No. I think we should take a break. Listen, make sure you stay asleep for another hour or so, and meet me over there by the trees. I would also like for you to meet some other— Ah— Friends of mine." He paused in his sentence, his legs harshly rubbing now, not so subtle.

"Right." Karkat said, nodding and turning on his heel, walking off. He turned around a good twenty feet away, but Kankri was already hurriedly walking into the forrest.

Darkness surrounded him as Kankri found himself slumped against a tree, his breath heavy. He can't remember the last time he had to pee - It didn't seem like it had ever been an issue. No one has time to stop and use the restroom when meeting people, and even when they played the game, Kankri couldn't remember breaks. It was fighting and arguing and—

"Ah," His hands ran down his side and to the sides of his hips, where he could practically feel his bladder pulsating inside himself.

Twitching, he could feel the tip of his member squirm as the pressure of his bladder slowly climbed the mountain and a slow dribble escaped, causing Kankri to gasp and grab at his crotch, closing his legs tightly around his hands as he sunk down against the tree, his sweater rising as the bark was rough against his back.

It felt so good, but he knew it was wrong. Clutching his legs tighter and closing his eyes, hoping this would all go away, Kankri lost control on his bladder and he could feel the repressed leaks into his jeans, and he could feel the stickiness of his urine press against his thighs.

He stopped the flow for a moment, standing up and making sure no one was around, hurriedly unzipping and pulling down his jeans, keeping his briefs on - that was way too risky.

A hand kept his firm member still, against the underpart of his stomach, as he closed his eyes and let out a groan, knees buckling as it started again, and he could feel it leak through his fingers, staining his briefs and running down his thighs in a sticky mess of hot piss.

And it felt so good.

Begrudgingly tugging off his underwear, he grabbed hold of his dick and the sensation sent shivers up his spine. Kankri's hand slowly moved, and it was wet and warm and hard. Shoulder jerking as his hand moved faster, heavy breaths escaped his mouth as he resisted the urge to moan. His other hand ran up his thigh, collecting urine on his fingers, which he sucked on, letting out a soft moan as he tugged harder.

Feeling a build up, his hand was a blur as he titled his head back.

"Oh God…" He mumbled, but bit on his tongue. "Augh!" He yelled in his mouth as he surrounded his dick with his hands, catching anything and everything safely.

He squatted and wiped it against the grass, not sure what to do with his soaked jeans and underwear. He could ask Porrim; Maybe she would be nice about this, and not tell anyone.

Maybe next time he'll have a back up plan.

But as he pulled his slightly baggy and wet clothes back on, he couldn't wait until next time.