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KARKAT: DAVE, I’D REALLY RATHER KEEP MY SWEATER ON.
DAVE: why man
Dave has his hands trailing down Karkat’s thighs, trying to coax him into getting his shirt off. Karkat’s on his back on Dave’s couch, stripped down to boxers and sweater.
DAVE: youve gotta be hot
DAVE: temperature and attractively
Karkat’s face blushes. He’s not used to compliments and doesn’t know how to accept them. He sputters for a moment, then sighs as Dave slides his hand farther up his leg. His matesprit is down to exclusively boxers and shades, and it’s not helping Karkat to think straight. All he knows is he’s horny and self-conscious.
KARKAT: I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME
KARKAT: NOT IN A MEAN WAY
KARKAT: FUCK
KARKAT: I’M JUST INSECURE
DAVE: why would you be insecure when youve got a body like that
KARKAT: THAT’S THE ISSUE FUCKWIT
Dave’s expression tenses in sync with Karkat’s mood.
KARKAT: I JUST
KARKAT: I’M NOT NECESSARILY ON THE SMALL SIDE LIKE YOU
DAVE: okay then tell me
DAVE: why the fuck would i care
Karkat’s face softens.
KARKAT: BECAUSE
KARKAT: WELL
Dave starts a hand up his sweater, feeling him up. Karkat’s breath hitches, tensing his stomach. His boyfriend starts to climb on top of him and straddle his crotch as he moves his other hand to feel Karkat’s grubscars.
KARKAT: FUCK, STRIDER.
KARKAT: NOT THERE, DAMMIT
DAVE: shit sorry
He moves his hand away from his scars and places it outside of his sweater, holding his hips through the knit cloth.
KARKAT: WAIT NO
KARKAT: ACTUALLY THAT’S OKAY
DAVE: i need a straight answer man
DAVE: im not gonna do anything you dont want me to
Karkat grabs his hands and places them under the hem of the sweater. He moves his hands to feel up Dave’s chest instead, and he groans in return. He leans downwards, making their bodies parallel to each other and giving Karkat easier access to his nipples. He reaches up to grab one and earns a hiss of pleasure.
DAVE: dammit karkles, i want to help you too
DAVE: but it cant be like last time where we just kept everything but our pants on
DAVE: that was rushed
DAVE: i want this time to be intimate
Karkat practically melts at this. Dave was never this sweet and straightforward, but it still irks him.
KARKAT: THEN TAKE THOSE DAMN SHADES OFF
Dave’s face dropped. His shades were an emotional barrier for him, making a metaphorical separation between him and others. He contemplates this for a second, and realizes it’s a fair request in return.
DAVE: fine
He takes his shades off, revealing eyes in the same shade as Karkat’s blood. Mutant red.
KARKAT: YOU’RE
KARKAT: YOU’RE A MUTANT
He brings a hand to his mouth to stifle hiccups of tears. It’s too much for him to receive emotionally right now. He brings a hand to lift his sweater, then stops. He lets Dave do the job for him while he looks away.
DAVE: dude
DAVE: youre fuckin gorgeous
KARKAT: WELL IT DOESN’T FEEL THAT WAY
He snaps at Dave, then realizes what he’s done. Dave’s taken aback by this. He decides to tell him this physically, as words do not seem to be working at all.
KARKAT: WOAH FUCK
Dave trails his hands up Karkat’s stomach and makes his way to his chest. He plants kisses starting at his neck, then trailing down his torso. The troll starts breathing heavier as he gets closer to his waistband. Dave shows no plans of stopping there; he cups Karkat’s bulge through the cloth and starts applying gentle palming. He hisses in return and bucks his hips into his hand reflexively. Dave moves his hands back up to Karkat’s stomach to reassure him as he starts to kiss even further down. Both of the two are dusted in red, blushing everywhere.
KARKAT: FUCKING HELL
Karkat looks down at the taller boy and feels something. He can’t quite tell what it is, but it’s akin to bliss and safety. He closes his eyes and lets out a breathy purr, letting Dave know that it’s okay to continue.
DAVE: hey babe
DAVE: is it okay if i do this
He slides a finger under his boyfriend’s waistband.
KARKAT: PLEASE DO
He hooks his hands under and slides the boxers down. He’s greeted by a sticky red mess; Karkat was waiting for what felt like ages to have Dave Strider in his pants. The Strider in question, however, has no idea what to do with a long tentacle-like protrusion. He decides to keep on with it, and lick up the shaft. Karkat groans and his bulge tries to wrap itself around the blond’s tongue. He starts to litter kisses from the tip, making his way down to the soft base and sheath. Slipping a finger in between his bulge and fleshy walls surrounding the rest of it, Karkat mewls and his legs jump with pleasure.
DAVE: wait dude
Dave trails further down to underneath his bulge to find an opening drenched in fluid.
DAVE: what the hell is this
KARKAT: MY NOOK, ASSBLISTER.
DAVE: oh
He inserts a finger and feels around. His matesprit squeals and fidgets around, trying to calm himself. Dave gently strokes upwards, trying to find Karkat’s g-spot.
KARKAT: I THINK I’M GONNA FUCKING DIE IF YOU DON’T USE MORE PRESSURE.
DAVE: dude im just being gentle
KARKAT: DON’T “DUDE” ME. I’M TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO TO MAKE ME FEEL- OH FUCK
Dave inserts in two more fingers and starts slipping them in and out roughly. Karkat cries out and starts rolling his hips up to meet each push. The blond is over top of him, gazing into his lust-filled eyes. He suddenly pulls them out, leaving Karkat rubbing his legs together to try and make up for the loss of stimuli. Dave brings his fingers near his lips and smirks.
KARKAT: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.
He brings his hand to his mouth and slowly licks a digit. To his surprise, it doesn’t taste that bad. It’s a flavor comparable to medicine, specifically the cherry flavor. Dave takes another finger and sucks on it, eventually releasing it with a resounding “pop”. He makes his way back down to Karkat’s crotch, where his bulge is now even more erect than before. Taking as much of he can into his mouth, Dave begins to suck. He lifts his head back up after a moment filled with Karkat’s whines and begs, and makes the same popping noise as before. Karkat yanks his head up by his hair and glares at him. Dave, mouth still filled with fluid, kisses the boy beneath him. He slips his tongue into the kiss to let his boyfriend taste himself. Karkat moans into his mouth and deepens the kiss. After Dave breaks the kiss, Kakrat’s mouth is a sticky red mess, and so is his nook.
DAVE: whats wrong karkles
DAVE: cat got your tongue?
He sits up and flips Dave over. Karkat snarls at him and bites at his neck, drawing pinpricks of blood.
KARKAT: NO, BUT I MIGHT BITE YOURS OFF IF YOU KEEP IT UP.
DAVE: try me
Knowing his weak points, the Vantas licks circles around his nipple and he practically collapses beneath. He snogs his teeth into it, causing Dave to see fucking stars.
DAVE: oh shit
DAVE: maybe try me a little less hard
DAVE: ah
DAVE: holy shit just fuck me already
Hearing this sends a shiver down Karkat’s spine. His back arches in anticipation and he splays his hands onto Dave’s chest. He kisses him. Hard. Their hands roam each other's bodies, searching for more contact and closeness. Karkat sits on his boyfriend's thighs while curving his body into his. He desperately wants this moment to last in time, to just sit and kiss and touch. His bulge has other plans.
KARKAT: OH FUCK
KARKAT: FUCKFUCKFUCK SORRY
Dave moans in retaliation of his matesprit’s bulge trying to slip itself inside him. He didn't think this was how it was gonna go, but it turns him the fuck on nonetheless.
KARKAT: KSHHH
KARKAT: I- IS THIS ALRIGHT…?
DAVE: goddamn karkles
DAVE: fuck yes oh my god
Dave’s exaggerating as it’s not immediately the most sexy feeling, but it quickly turns genuine when Karkat’s bulge manages to curl in on itself and hit just the right spot. Karkat collapses onto Dave’s chest and twitches in immediate relief and pleasure and it’s almost orgasmic.
Troll sex doesn't involve a lot of movement, as bulges will tangle on their own. Dave quickly realizes this, and is momentarily weirded out by this thought but quickly shakes it off. He lets out a shiver as his boyfriend's moans reverberate onto his body. It’s not really doing the job for him, and he knows it’s not going to unless somebody moves. He flips Karkat over gently without pulling out.
DAVE: hey babe hold on okay
Karkat just groans in return.
DAVE: shitshitshit okay woah
Dave’s sitting on top now, and Karkat’s bulge is writhing; they’re both searching for more friction. He slowly moves up then sits right back down, testing the waters to see how it feels. His jaw goes slack from the initial surge of pleasure, and Karkat’s still a moaning mess. It’s more immediately pleasurable for him, considering the position. He starts bouncing up and down onto his bulge. They're both sobbing with pleasure, but Karkat goes mildly tense in his core. It’s a slight movement, but Dave notices the change.
DAVE: karkat
DAVE: you okay man?
KARKAT: JUST
KARKAT: KEEP GOING
KARKAT: I’M FINE
DAVE: hey again i'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to
KARKAT: AREN’T YOU GOING TO DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO?
KARKAT: IT’S FINE, KEEP GOING, FUCKWAD.
Dave grimaces; he knows something is wrong. He's known his boyfriend for two years now, and he's not acting right. His hands feel at his own grubscars and down his stomach in a way meant to be slick, but Dave sees through it like a ghost.
DAVE: hey.
He stops moving on top of him.
DAVE: whats going on.
KARKAT: DAVE
KARKAT: I’M
KARKAT:
He sits up and throws his arms around Dave. His forehead goes into the crook of his neck. Dave puts his hands on his back and starts tracing gentle circles up and down. It takes a second, but eventually Karkat starts tearing up. It hurts to uncover these emotions. Everything feels dizzy and blurry.
KARKAT: I
KARKAT: I- DAVE,
DAVE: yes babe?
His tears spill over at this. It’s a tiny detail, but just the fact that someone cares enough to fill his quadrants at all is such a reassurance to him. Phrasing the words, “I fucking hate myself and my body; I haven’t looked at myself with anything less than a sweater in half a sweep and it’s overwhelming for you to before I do,” in a way that won’t throw the other person off is harder than it seems.
KARKAT: I JUST
KARKAT: LISTEN
KARKAT: I FUCKING HATE MYSELF
DAVE: why?
KARKAT: LET ME FUCKING FINISH.
KARKAT: I HATE MY BODY. IT’S NOT LIKE ANY OF THE OTHER TROLLS, AND IT BOTHERS ME. MY GRUBSCARS ARE VERY PROMINENT, AND THEY’RE IN THE SPOT ONLY MUTANTS HAVE THEM IN. I’VE NEVER LIKED MY BODY, BUT ADOLESCENCE MADE IT EVEN WORSE. NOTHING WENT SMOOTHLY AND I’M MAD ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT I JUST AM, AND I CAN’T SHUT MY GODDAMN MOUTH. I’VE BEEN SUCH A PRICK TO YOU. YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN MY BODY.
KARKAT: I DON’T
KARKAT: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY BODY LOOKS LIKE ANYMORE.
KARKAT:
DAVE:
DAVE: it looks fucking beautiful, thats what it looks like.
DAVE: i dont know about you, but i havent seen any other trolls body. i dont even have anything to go off of and i think youre the most stunning one in this entire clusterfuck of a universe. everything about you, actually. i dont want to just spend my time on the meteor with you, i want to spend a lifetime with you. the only thing i regret about you is not kissing you sooner.
KARKAT:
KARKAT: FUCK
KARKAT: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
Karkat hiccups into his matesprit’s shoulder. It’s too much, it’s too overwhelming. He’s not ready to process all of these feelings mid-sex. He’s sobbing at this point, and Dave doesn’t know what to do but hug him until it gets better.
DAVE: its gonna be okay man
He grabs Karkat’s chin and kisses him gently. It’s very soft; meant to be comforting and light. Lips barely touch, just enough to feel the softness of each other. It quickly gets more intense, however, when Karkat mashes his face against Dave’s. He’s had enough of being coddled and talked down to because of his lowblood and he knows that he doesn’t mean it like that, but it still stings. Salty tears drip into the kiss and mix in. Making out is almost more reassuring than being held like glass, and it shows when Karkat warms back up immediately. Dave lets him be on top this time for comfort. He positions himself above him and takes a deep breath to compose himself. Carefully, he takes him in.
DAVE: hooooooooly fuck
DAVE: fucking shit man
KARKAT: KSSSH AHH
They're both a moaning mess like before, but now it’s emotional. Dave places his hands on Karkat’s hips, lacing his fingers by his grubscars. It’s comforting to him now, he knows that his matesprit wouldn't think differently of him. Besides, he’s hiccuping out cries of pleasure as he slips in and out. He definitely loves him, and it makes Karkat nauseous how lovesick he is for him. Everything about him gives him chills.
Dave thinks similarly, but in a slightly different manner. He loves Karkat so damn much, but he doesn't know how to show this to him without it going in one ear out the other. It's frustrating as hell. He just wants to make his boyfriend's cute face blush like he does for him. He wants Karkat to feel the butterflies he's getting right now and to stay like this forever. However, all good things must come to an end eventually, despite Dave’s dismay.
DAVE: shitshitshit oh karkles fuuuuck
He bucks his hips into Karkat one more time. He can feel himself unraveling inside him quicker than ever before, and almost blacks out from how good it feels. He splurts into him, cumming more than he ever has in his life. Dave’s varnished nails dig into his boyfriend’s hips, leaving small indents in his skin. Karkat’s stopped riding him at this point but his bulge is still writhing, aching for release.
KARKAT: DAMMIT
KARKAT: AUGH
He needs to finish, now. It’s excruciating how much he wants to, but he just can't bring himself to it. With brows drawn, he begins to shake and try to focus all of his energy into it. Dave reaches out and cups Karkat's face with shaky hands.
DAVE: its okay baby
DAVE: youre doing so good
DAVE: just breathe, its alright. you can come, karcutie.
Oh fuck. Oh god. The fucking quadrant mixing. Shit. Karkat’s freaking out; it’s scandalous. On Alternia, quadrant vacillation is shunned and mixing is unheard of. It’s psyching him out over how good it feels to be pale and red for Dave at the same time. He squeals and bites Dave’s shoulder as he tries to fight back an immediate orgasm.
KARKAT: GOD
KARKAT: FUCKING DAMMIT DAVE
KARKAT: I NEED A FUCKING BUCKET
Dave’s heart flutters at this. When they had gotten into this, he didn’t think that Karkat would be comfortable enough to orgasm. It’s really flattering, he thinks. Actually, he’s not really thinking. His mind is in a whirlpool, and his mind is in the gutter. Grabbing the pail he had hid underneath his bed “just in case”, Dave shrugs at Karkat when he stares expectantly. Karkat snatches the pail from him and sticks his arm through the handle so that he can hold onto Dave’s hips. Bucket at his side, his bulge seeks out the cool metal and he hisses in delight as he feels the familiarity of it. Dave grips his shoulders tightly and lovingly to coax him into coming. It works, it works too well. Karkat bucks his hips into the bucket with a high-pitched trill, and slurry starts gushing. Dave was prepared for a mess, but not for whatever the hell this is. It’s hot, don’t get him wrong, but he didn’t realize the necessity of why buckets are needed. This is why, holy shit.
The troll’s arm slips further into the handle to hug around Dave’s torso and fit his face into the crook of his neck. He bites down due to overstimulation and pierces skin. Dave yelps and claws at his back. Tongue flicking out to soothe the bite momentarily, he moves further up his neck and starts to suck at a sensitive spot. His legs are shaking; he’s still gushing out fluids. They both start to breathe heavier and grab at each other, searching for more closeness and intimacy as his orgasm slows. Dave’s hands trail down Karkat’s back to grab his ass and rock him forward to hit a different angle, and he splurts out in another rush. It eventually comes to a close, and he rolls the bucket’s handle down to his fist. Dave grabs it from him, and unsurprisingly, it’s really heavy. To be fair, it’s about three-quarters of the way full. After he looks down into the liquid in amusement, Karkat bites him again, this time out of embarrassment. He places the pail on the desk next to his bed.
KARKAT:
DAVE:
Neither of them speak for a few silent moments. Just breathing and touching.
DAVE: should we clean up or
KARKAT:
KARKAT: NOT YET.
He locks a hand into Dave’s blond hair, savoring the moment before he inevitably has to move. Dave doesn’t mind; he trails the backs of his nails down Karkat’s back in a soothing motion. They could both pass out right now. Adjusting his placement, Karkat takes himself off of Dave with a groan and shuffles beside his matesprit. He hugs around his waist and puts his head in his lap. Dave's breath catches due to the hypersensitivity but quickly regains composure. He weaves a hand into Karkat's rough locks and sighs.
DAVE: goddammit karkles, i fucking love you.
He mumbles sleepily in return.
KARKAT: DAVE, I’D REALLY RATHER KEEP MY SWEATER ON.
DAVE: why man
Dave has his hands trailing down Karkat’s thighs, trying to coax him into getting his shirt off. Karkat’s on his back on Dave’s couch, stripped down to boxers and sweater.
DAVE: youve gotta be hot
DAVE: temperature and attractively
Karkat’s face blushes. He’s not used to compliments and doesn’t know how to accept them. He sputters for a moment, then sighs as Dave slides his hand farther up his leg. His matesprit is down to exclusively boxers and shades, and it’s not helping Karkat to think straight. All he knows is he’s horny and self-conscious.
KARKAT: I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME
KARKAT: NOT IN A MEAN WAY
KARKAT: FUCK
KARKAT: I’M JUST INSECURE
DAVE: why would you be insecure when youve got a body like that
KARKAT: THAT’S THE ISSUE FUCKWIT
Dave’s expression tenses in sync with Karkat’s mood.
KARKAT: I JUST
KARKAT: I’M NOT NECESSARILY ON THE SMALL SIDE LIKE YOU
DAVE: okay then tell me
DAVE: why the fuck would i care
Karkat’s face softens.
KARKAT: BECAUSE
KARKAT: WELL
Dave starts a hand up his sweater, feeling him up. Karkat’s breath hitches, tensing his stomach. His boyfriend starts to climb on top of him and straddle his crotch as he moves his other hand to feel Karkat’s grubscars.
KARKAT: FUCK, STRIDER.
KARKAT: NOT THERE, DAMMIT
DAVE: shit sorry
He moves his hand away from his scars and places it outside of his sweater, holding his hips through the knit cloth.
KARKAT: WAIT NO
KARKAT: ACTUALLY THAT’S OKAY
DAVE: i need a straight answer man
DAVE: im not gonna do anything you dont want me to
Karkat grabs his hands and places them under the hem of the sweater. He moves his hands to feel up Dave’s chest instead, and he groans in return. He leans downwards, making their bodies parallel to each other and giving Karkat easier access to his nipples. He reaches up to grab one and earns a hiss of pleasure.
DAVE: dammit karkles, i want to help you too
DAVE: but it cant be like last time where we just kept everything but our pants on
DAVE: that was rushed
DAVE: i want this time to be intimate
Karkat practically melts at this. Dave was never this sweet and straightforward, but it still irks him.
KARKAT: THEN TAKE THOSE DAMN SHADES OFF
Dave’s face dropped. His shades were an emotional barrier for him, making a metaphorical separation between him and others. He contemplates this for a second, and realizes it’s a fair request in return.
DAVE: fine
He takes his shades off, revealing eyes in the same shade as Karkat’s blood. Mutant red.
KARKAT: YOU’RE
KARKAT: YOU’RE A MUTANT
He brings a hand to his mouth to stifle hiccups of tears. It’s too much for him to receive emotionally right now. He brings a hand to lift his sweater, then stops. He lets Dave do the job for him while he looks away.
DAVE: dude
DAVE: youre fuckin gorgeous
KARKAT: WELL IT DOESN’T FEEL THAT WAY
He snaps at Dave, then realizes what he’s done. Dave’s taken aback by this. He decides to tell him this physically, as words do not seem to be working at all.
KARKAT: WOAH FUCK
Dave trails his hands up Karkat’s stomach and makes his way to his chest. He plants kisses starting at his neck, then trailing down his torso. The troll starts breathing heavier as he gets closer to his waistband. Dave shows no plans of stopping there; he cups Karkat’s bulge through the cloth and starts applying gentle palming. He hisses in return and bucks his hips into his hand reflexively. Dave moves his hands back up to Karkat’s stomach to reassure him as he starts to kiss even further down. Both of the two are dusted in red, blushing everywhere.
KARKAT: FUCKING HELL
Karkat looks down at the taller boy and feels something. He can’t quite tell what it is, but it’s akin to bliss and safety. He closes his eyes and lets out a breathy purr, letting Dave know that it’s okay to continue.
DAVE: hey babe
DAVE: is it okay if i do this
He slides a finger under his boyfriend’s waistband.
KARKAT: PLEASE DO
He hooks his hands under and slides the boxers down. He’s greeted by a sticky red mess; Karkat was waiting for what felt like ages to have Dave Strider in his pants. The Strider in question, however, has no idea what to do with a long tentacle-like protrusion. He decides to keep on with it, and lick up the shaft. Karkat groans and his bulge tries to wrap itself around the blond’s tongue. He starts to litter kisses from the tip, making his way down to the soft base and sheath. Slipping a finger in between his bulge and fleshy walls surrounding the rest of it, Karkat mewls and his legs jump with pleasure.
DAVE: wait dude
Dave trails further down to underneath his bulge to find an opening drenched in fluid.
DAVE: what the hell is this
KARKAT: MY NOOK, ASSBLISTER.
DAVE: oh
He inserts a finger and feels around. His matesprit squeals and fidgets around, trying to calm himself. Dave gently strokes upwards, trying to find Karkat’s g-spot.
KARKAT: I THINK I’M GONNA FUCKING DIE IF YOU DON’T USE MORE PRESSURE.
DAVE: dude im just being gentle
KARKAT: DON’T “DUDE” ME. I’M TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO TO MAKE ME FEEL- OH FUCK
Dave inserts in two more fingers and starts slipping them in and out roughly. Karkat cries out and starts rolling his hips up to meet each push. The blond is over top of him, gazing into his lust-filled eyes. He suddenly pulls them out, leaving Karkat rubbing his legs together to try and make up for the loss of stimuli. Dave brings his fingers near his lips and smirks.
KARKAT: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.
He brings his hand to his mouth and slowly licks a digit. To his surprise, it doesn’t taste that bad. It’s a flavor comparable to medicine, specifically the cherry flavor. Dave takes another finger and sucks on it, eventually releasing it with a resounding “pop”. He makes his way back down to Karkat’s crotch, where his bulge is now even more erect than before. Taking as much of he can into his mouth, Dave begins to suck. He lifts his head back up after a moment filled with Karkat’s whines and begs, and makes the same popping noise as before. Karkat yanks his head up by his hair and glares at him. Dave, mouth still filled with fluid, kisses the boy beneath him. He slips his tongue into the kiss to let his boyfriend taste himself. Karkat moans into his mouth and deepens the kiss. After Dave breaks the kiss, Kakrat’s mouth is a sticky red mess, and so is his nook.
DAVE: whats wrong karkles
DAVE: cat got your tongue?
He sits up and flips Dave over. Karkat snarls at him and bites at his neck, drawing pinpricks of blood.
KARKAT: NO, BUT I MIGHT BITE YOURS OFF IF YOU KEEP IT UP.
DAVE: try me
Knowing his weak points, the Vantas licks circles around his nipple and he practically collapses beneath. He snogs his teeth into it, causing Dave to see fucking stars.
DAVE: oh shit
DAVE: maybe try me a little less hard
DAVE: ah
DAVE: holy shit just fuck me already
Hearing this sends a shiver down Karkat’s spine. His back arches in anticipation and he splays his hands onto Dave’s chest. He kisses him. Hard. Their hands roam each other's bodies, searching for more contact and closeness. Karkat sits on his boyfriend's thighs while curving his body into his. He desperately wants this moment to last in time, to just sit and kiss and touch. His bulge has other plans.
KARKAT: OH FUCK
KARKAT: FUCKFUCKFUCK SORRY
Dave moans in retaliation of his matesprit’s bulge trying to slip itself inside him. He didn't think this was how it was gonna go, but it turns him the fuck on nonetheless.
KARKAT: KSHHH
KARKAT: I- IS THIS ALRIGHT…?
DAVE: goddamn karkles
DAVE: fuck yes oh my god
Dave’s exaggerating as it’s not immediately the most sexy feeling, but it quickly turns genuine when Karkat’s bulge manages to curl in on itself and hit just the right spot. Karkat collapses onto Dave’s chest and twitches in immediate relief and pleasure and it’s almost orgasmic.
Troll sex doesn't involve a lot of movement, as bulges will tangle on their own. Dave quickly realizes this, and is momentarily weirded out by this thought but quickly shakes it off. He lets out a shiver as his boyfriend's moans reverberate onto his body. It’s not really doing the job for him, and he knows it’s not going to unless somebody moves. He flips Karkat over gently without pulling out.
DAVE: hey babe hold on okay
Karkat just groans in return.
DAVE: shitshitshit okay woah
Dave’s sitting on top now, and Karkat’s bulge is writhing; they’re both searching for more friction. He slowly moves up then sits right back down, testing the waters to see how it feels. His jaw goes slack from the initial surge of pleasure, and Karkat’s still a moaning mess. It’s more immediately pleasurable for him, considering the position. He starts bouncing up and down onto his bulge. They're both sobbing with pleasure, but Karkat goes mildly tense in his core. It’s a slight movement, but Dave notices the change.
DAVE: karkat
DAVE: you okay man?
KARKAT: JUST
KARKAT: KEEP GOING
KARKAT: I’M FINE
DAVE: hey again i'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to
KARKAT: AREN’T YOU GOING TO DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO?
KARKAT: IT’S FINE, KEEP GOING, FUCKWAD.
Dave grimaces; he knows something is wrong. He's known his boyfriend for two years now, and he's not acting right. His hands feel at his own grubscars and down his stomach in a way meant to be slick, but Dave sees through it like a ghost.
DAVE: hey.
He stops moving on top of him.
DAVE: whats going on.
KARKAT: DAVE
KARKAT: I’M
KARKAT:
He sits up and throws his arms around Dave. His forehead goes into the crook of his neck. Dave puts his hands on his back and starts tracing gentle circles up and down. It takes a second, but eventually Karkat starts tearing up. It hurts to uncover these emotions. Everything feels dizzy and blurry.
KARKAT: I
KARKAT: I- DAVE,
DAVE: yes babe?
His tears spill over at this. It’s a tiny detail, but just the fact that someone cares enough to fill his quadrants at all is such a reassurance to him. Phrasing the words, “I fucking hate myself and my body; I haven’t looked at myself with anything less than a sweater in half a sweep and it’s overwhelming for you to before I do,” in a way that won’t throw the other person off is harder than it seems.
KARKAT: I JUST
KARKAT: LISTEN
KARKAT: I FUCKING HATE MYSELF
DAVE: why?
KARKAT: LET ME FUCKING FINISH.
KARKAT: I HATE MY BODY. IT’S NOT LIKE ANY OF THE OTHER TROLLS, AND IT BOTHERS ME. MY GRUBSCARS ARE VERY PROMINENT, AND THEY’RE IN THE SPOT ONLY MUTANTS HAVE THEM IN. I’VE NEVER LIKED MY BODY, BUT ADOLESCENCE MADE IT EVEN WORSE. NOTHING WENT SMOOTHLY AND I’M MAD ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT I JUST AM, AND I CAN’T SHUT MY GODDAMN MOUTH. I’VE BEEN SUCH A PRICK TO YOU. YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN MY BODY.
KARKAT: I DON’T
KARKAT: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY BODY LOOKS LIKE ANYMORE.
KARKAT:
DAVE:
DAVE: it looks fucking beautiful, thats what it looks like.
DAVE: i dont know about you, but i havent seen any other trolls body. i dont even have anything to go off of and i think youre the most stunning one in this entire clusterfuck of a universe. everything about you, actually. i dont want to just spend my time on the meteor with you, i want to spend a lifetime with you. the only thing i regret about you is not kissing you sooner.
KARKAT:
KARKAT: FUCK
KARKAT: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT
Karkat hiccups into his matesprit’s shoulder. It’s too much, it’s too overwhelming. He’s not ready to process all of these feelings mid-sex. He’s sobbing at this point, and Dave doesn’t know what to do but hug him until it gets better.
DAVE: its gonna be okay man
He grabs Karkat’s chin and kisses him gently. It’s very soft; meant to be comforting and light. Lips barely touch, just enough to feel the softness of each other. It quickly gets more intense, however, when Karkat mashes his face against Dave’s. He’s had enough of being coddled and talked down to because of his lowblood and he knows that he doesn’t mean it like that, but it still stings. Salty tears drip into the kiss and mix in. Making out is almost more reassuring than being held like glass, and it shows when Karkat warms back up immediately. Dave lets him be on top this time for comfort. He positions himself above him and takes a deep breath to compose himself. Carefully, he takes him in.
DAVE: hooooooooly fuck
DAVE: fucking shit man
KARKAT: KSSSH AHH
They're both a moaning mess like before, but now it’s emotional. Dave places his hands on Karkat’s hips, lacing his fingers by his grubscars. It’s comforting to him now, he knows that his matesprit wouldn't think differently of him. Besides, he’s hiccuping out cries of pleasure as he slips in and out. He definitely loves him, and it makes Karkat nauseous how lovesick he is for him. Everything about him gives him chills.
Dave thinks similarly, but in a slightly different manner. He loves Karkat so damn much, but he doesn't know how to show this to him without it going in one ear out the other. It's frustrating as hell. He just wants to make his boyfriend's cute face blush like he does for him. He wants Karkat to feel the butterflies he's getting right now and to stay like this forever. However, all good things must come to an end eventually, despite Dave’s dismay.
DAVE: shitshitshit oh karkles fuuuuck
He bucks his hips into Karkat one more time. He can feel himself unraveling inside him quicker than ever before, and almost blacks out from how good it feels. He splurts into him, cumming more than he ever has in his life. Dave’s varnished nails dig into his boyfriend’s hips, leaving small indents in his skin. Karkat’s stopped riding him at this point but his bulge is still writhing, aching for release.
KARKAT: DAMMIT
KARKAT: AUGH
He needs to finish, now. It’s excruciating how much he wants to, but he just can't bring himself to it. With brows drawn, he begins to shake and try to focus all of his energy into it. Dave reaches out and cups Karkat's face with shaky hands.
DAVE: its okay baby
DAVE: youre doing so good
DAVE: just breathe, its alright. you can come, karcutie.
Oh fuck. Oh god. The fucking quadrant mixing. Shit. Karkat’s freaking out; it’s scandalous. On Alternia, quadrant vacillation is shunned and mixing is unheard of. It’s psyching him out over how good it feels to be pale and red for Dave at the same time. He squeals and bites Dave’s shoulder as he tries to fight back an immediate orgasm.
KARKAT: GOD
KARKAT: FUCKING DAMMIT DAVE
KARKAT: I NEED A FUCKING BUCKET
Dave’s heart flutters at this. When they had gotten into this, he didn’t think that Karkat would be comfortable enough to orgasm. It’s really flattering, he thinks. Actually, he’s not really thinking. His mind is in a whirlpool, and his mind is in the gutter. Grabbing the pail he had hid underneath his bed “just in case”, Dave shrugs at Karkat when he stares expectantly. Karkat snatches the pail from him and sticks his arm through the handle so that he can hold onto Dave’s hips. Bucket at his side, his bulge seeks out the cool metal and he hisses in delight as he feels the familiarity of it. Dave grips his shoulders tightly and lovingly to coax him into coming. It works, it works too well. Karkat bucks his hips into the bucket with a high-pitched trill, and slurry starts gushing. Dave was prepared for a mess, but not for whatever the hell this is. It’s hot, don’t get him wrong, but he didn’t realize the necessity of why buckets are needed. This is why, holy shit.
The troll’s arm slips further into the handle to hug around Dave’s torso and fit his face into the crook of his neck. He bites down due to overstimulation and pierces skin. Dave yelps and claws at his back. Tongue flicking out to soothe the bite momentarily, he moves further up his neck and starts to suck at a sensitive spot. His legs are shaking; he’s still gushing out fluids. They both start to breathe heavier and grab at each other, searching for more closeness and intimacy as his orgasm slows. Dave’s hands trail down Karkat’s back to grab his ass and rock him forward to hit a different angle, and he splurts out in another rush. It eventually comes to a close, and he rolls the bucket’s handle down to his fist. Dave grabs it from him, and unsurprisingly, it’s really heavy. To be fair, it’s about three-quarters of the way full. After he looks down into the liquid in amusement, Karkat bites him again, this time out of embarrassment. He places the pail on the desk next to his bed.
KARKAT:
DAVE:
Neither of them speak for a few silent moments. Just breathing and touching.
DAVE: should we clean up or
KARKAT:
KARKAT: NOT YET.
He locks a hand into Dave’s blond hair, savoring the moment before he inevitably has to move. Dave doesn’t mind; he trails the backs of his nails down Karkat’s back in a soothing motion. They could both pass out right now. Adjusting his placement, Karkat takes himself off of Dave with a groan and shuffles beside his matesprit. He hugs around his waist and puts his head in his lap. Dave's breath catches due to the hypersensitivity but quickly regains composure. He weaves a hand into Karkat's rough locks and sighs.
DAVE: goddammit karkles, i fucking love you.
He mumbles sleepily in return.