[Not that Dave would've really registered being forced to listen to the acknowledgements, but he shooshes anyway. He spends the first few minutes only half-tuned in, eyes closed under the covers, more aware of the sound of Karkat's voice in his own chest than of the actual words he's saying. It vibrates differently against his ear than in the air, and it's nice.

He only starts paying attention when chapter one begins, and the description gives him pause, for a moment. Kinky, he almost says, but he vaguely remembers they're talking about slaves anyway so probably this is just part of the story and he doesn't really want to prod Karkat into an argument, he just wants to listen. So Dave listens, ignoring the hints here and there that ping him weirdly until the snotty blond prince gets all "Restrain him here in the harem" and Dave either has to snort or die on the spot.]

That sounds like a spectacularly shitty idea, man. He's gonna get all sorts of the wrong idea. Those messages are gonna be mixed to hell and not in a sweet jams gift tape way.

[Dave's not saying anything, but, like. Karkat. Bro.

Is he aware he's reading his moirail gay noncon bondage Greek history smut fanfic.

Because Dave's pretty sure Karkat's reading him gay noncon bondage Greek history smut fanfic.]