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Never Say

Jake's thumb fumbled idly in circles on the back of Dirk's hand. Neither of them had really fully managed to get into a habit of talking about shit, especially this sort of shit. It was easier to just...not. But he hated seeing the way Dirk stared into nothing, eyes glazed and far from registering anything. He squeezed his boyfriend's hand.

"Hey."

"Huh?" Dirk said, jumping a little as he was brought back into his own skin and the moment.

"What are you thinkin about?"

Dirk licked his lips. He wanted to just shrug it off immediately, to make a joke, to play it off as maybe a long day making him too tired to think at all. But there was something in Jake's eyes that forced him to pause. Maybe...maybe they really did need to talk. He sighed.

"Gay's...a weird word," he finally mumbled, feeling impressively out of his depths.

"Did someone call you gay?" Jake asked.

"Yes. No...Well...I was just talking to Roxy and..."

"She's not hitting on you again, is she?"

"No! - No. She knows I only l- wanna be- think-" Dirk fought with his phrasing, torn on just how to say this after so long of saying nothing at all. "She knows I only love you and that I'm not interested in girls anyway."

"So she heard that and called you gay?"

"I guess? And..." the blond sighed again, "well maybe she's right but...why do we have to use that word - any words, right? There's no one else around to debate semantics with! What's it matter if I'm a guy and you're my boyfriend and I...love you?"

"Did you tell her that?"

Dirk shrugged. "A little of it. I didn't...want to cause a scene about it. Don't think she gets it. It's just a word, I guess."

"You don't have to use it if you don't want to anyway. I love you too. And I don't know if I want to be called gay either. We don't need stupid words. What's it matter in the post-apocalypse?"

Dirk smiled, a bit soft but bright nonetheless. "You can stop petting my hand now."

"Shit!" Jake hissed, realising his thumb was still dutifully rubbing the back of his boyfriend's hand.

"How about you kiss me instead?"

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The Little Things

It is late the first time I hear it. The credits on the fourth movie in our thirty-two film romcom bonanza are rolling, and his head's heavy on my shoulder. It only took two and a half movies for him to give up on putting it there casually. The ending music's fading and it happens. He yawns, stretches a little, scoots closer to be more comfortable where he's leaning.

"You got any more popcorn, Dave?" he says - he whispers.

His voice is so quiet it's almost foreign. He's usually so bombastic, so full of energy, but here he's honestly subdued and it takes the wind out of me. It takes me a full minute to even reply, a nod and a hazy gesture toward the neglected bowl on the coffee table.

"Why are you such a nerd?" he breathes with a roll of his eyes as he dramatically leans forward to grab the bowl himself.

I realise I probably should have gotten it for him. But. I'm still just lost.

Since when could Karkat be quiet?

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Sick Shades

"So you ever gonna take off those sick shades?"

"Well..."

"It's movie night and I thought you humans used that as an excuse to do nasty shit!"

"I mean it's more..."

"No one else is here to see you look 'cool,' Dave."

Dave sighed. He knew it would come to this eventually, but he had been hoping to put it off for a while, or to maybe distract Karkat entirely from remembering that sunglasses weren't usually worn even inside even in the dark. But if they were really doing this, if they were really dating, then he supposed he needed to be honest. And honesty meant taking off his signature eyewear. He carefully removed them and set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa they were sitting on. He blinked and rubbed his eyes before looking back to Karkat and wishing his vision wasn't so shit.

"There."

"Well what's the problem? Why didn't you do it sooner? Your eyes are red, my blood is red. I don't see the issue."

"I can't see," Dave mumbled, far less confident than usual without his shades to protect him. "They're prescription."

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Trust Me Trusting You

From their very first kiss, Dave has - off and on - wondered about more. He can’t help himself! Karkat’s kisses are so delicious and warm, and he just can’t stop himself from wondering what they’d be like elsewhere. Karkat seems intent on keeping them far from anywhere fun, though. It takes Dave longer than he’d ever willingly admit to realise that it is likely because of the decidedly sharp teeth lingering in his boyfriend’s mouth. He supposes they would probably be a turn off to anyone not really committed to their blackrom or thoroughly trusting of their partner. 

Of course, he trusts Karkat. How could he not? He figures that’s got to be one of those foundations of a solid relationship. But he supposes maybe Karkat doesn’t trust him? Or maybe Karkat doesn’t trust himself?

In any case, it is not long from having these thoughts that Dave finds them both naked and needy - again (it’s never really long from any point in time before they’re going at it). He pulls back from the heated kiss they are sharing. He’s just got to play this cool, just casually ask for a blowjob; that’s all.

“Karkat, you wanna blow me?” Good enough - even if he sounds way more eager than casual. It’s not like this has been a well-thought out plan. He’ll take what he can get.

“Dave I don’t know if you have noticed but I have t-”

“Yeah teeth - sharp and pointy - I figured - it’s not like you use teeth giving blowjobs anyway,” Dave interrupts, feeling more than a bit pleased with himself for guessing correctly about Karkat’s hesitation.

“But what if…”

“I trust you,” Dave answers easily. It seems so simple to him. If there was anything to worry about at all, he would’ve said it was having sex the first time, but that had been both incredible and effortless. 

Karkat looks stunned though. Fuck. It actually looks like he’s about to cry and that was definitely not in Dave’s awesome plan to get a hot troll blowjob. He has a moment of panic - how is he supposed to fix this?? He didn’t plan anything! Then it hits him.

“I’ll blow you first!”

Karkat lets out an undignified squeak but there’s no time to stop Dave from shimmying down to nestle between his thighs. The human wastes absolutely no time in setting to his task. The troll can’t help himself. His fingers bury in Dave’s soft hair, and he bites his lip. Dave has only just started to lap curiously at the edges of his slit but it’s already so much. Karkat closes his eyes as his legs twitch, and he subconsciously spreads them wider to give Dave more room.

Dave dives in eagerly. He licks along the length of Karkat’s slit before he dips his tongue in. If he thought the ooze that had leaked out tasted good, it was absolutely nothing in comparison to how perfect and sweet the inside of Karkat tastes. Karkat’s tendrils are already starting to extend, reaching toward Dave and slipping against his smooth cheeks. He knows they must be leaving glistening red streaks on his pale skin, but he really cannot be bothered with caring. If anything, it just makes the whole situation hotter to him. 

They’ve barely begun, and Karkat is already a shuddering mess. His fingers tangle tightly in Dave’s hair as he struggles to maintain some semblance of composure. He can taste blood where he’s bitten his lip too hard, and he’s pretty sure he’s crying for no damn good reason, but if this isn’t the most amazing thing he’s ever felt, he’s not sure he knows what existence is anymore. He gasps as his largest tentacle finds its way into Dave’s mouth.

It takes a not insignificant amount of effort to will himself to pull back on Dave’s head. The human reluctantly separates from his tentacles with a wet pop and a look of something between disappointment and confusion. He has only just gotten started (and he has already decided that going down on Karkat is an even better use of his mouth than spitting sick rhymes)! But the look in Karkat’s eyes when he catches the troll’s gaze makes him acutely aware of the fact that his own dick is hard and leaking and rubbing fruitlessly against the sheets.

Karkat had meant to get to returning the favour immediately, but has to freeze for a moment as he stares at his positively debauched boyfriend. Dave’s face is covered in his red genetic material and for the first time in his life he’s not even a little embarrassed or ashamed by the colour. It almost seems to match Dave’s eyes, and it certainly accents his pale skin and light hair admirably. If anyone can wear his colour, it’s obviously Dave - the thought makes him flush with something he supposes must be pride (who would have thought - he wonders - him being proud of his blood?).

He’s so busy lost in his own thoughts that he doesn’t realise Dave’s crawled back up so they’re nearly nose to nose. The only thing that breaks his train of thought is suddenly tasting himself on Dave’s lips. Oh.

In a flash, Karkat has flipped them over so Dave is the one with his back to the mattress. Dave lets out a surprised but not even slightly displeased noise as he loses his own fingers in Karkat’s hair as the troll begins working down his body. No longer does he have to wonder just how good it would feel to have those perfectly kissable lips wandering downwards. Now they’re exploring nearly every inch of flesh from his jaw all the way down to his OH-

Dave’s hips buck up instinctively as Karkat licks a wet stripe down the length of his leaking cock. He should have known the other was getting close from just how low his head had dipped, but the human’s eyes were already shut and his heels digging into the mattress. He feels the solid weight of one of Karkat’s arms pin his waist down. Probably for the best, he supposes, given Karkat’s concerns about teeth accidentally joining the party. He tries not to think about how the passing thought of those teeth grazing his cock sends illicit shivers up his spine.

His blunt nails dig at Karkat’s scalp as the troll sets to work, thoroughly licking every inch of Dave’s dick before finally taking the tip between his lips. He’s trying to be as careful as possible, but his boyfriend is not making it easy. The pale human is squirming and desperately trying to rock his hips. And it’s already hard to control himself when he’s been wanting to do this himself for so long. Eventually, need and trust overrule hesitation.

Karkat slides his lips down Dave’s cock and sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he licks around as much of the length as he can. He knows occasionally his teeth are lightly grazing it, but from the way Dave is hissing and moaning he gathers that this is actually a good thing. He lets the tug of Dave’s hands in his hair guide his pace as he busies himself with making his boyfriend come utterly undone.

“Karkat!” Dave shouts, the only warning he’s able to manage before he loses control.

Karkat could feel the human’s orgasm coming, but stays put. He swallows everything Dave gives him even as he’s got his hand between his own legs desperately stroking and tugging his tentadicks. As Dave lets out a low, satisfied moan, the troll hits his own peak, covering the sheets and his hand with his own slick. He pulls back off of Dave’s cock with an almost shy look.

“You didn’t waste any of my genetic material,” Dave begins with a hazy smile as he catches sight of Karkat’s glistening hand, “lemme clean up yours.”

Karkat can already feel the post-release exhaustion seeping into his bones, but nothing can stop him from eagerly crawling back up the bed. He offers his red-stained hand to Dave, who attentively licks and sucks each digit clean before pressing an almost comically chaste kiss to the palm. 

“So we can do this again sometime, right?” Dave murmurs once they are both happily cuddled up.

“Obviously. You like sharp teeth.”

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Slip’n’Slide

Rated E Explicit Content Ahead! DaveKat Sometimes Dave gets carried away when it's time for sex.

It only takes a few weeks to fall into some sort of routine with sex. After the mess of a first time (literal mess - the sex was great, the cleanup less so), they realised quickly “spontaneous” sex was probably not the greatest plan. So sex, like regular movie nights, became a part of their schedule - a part usually followed by a nap and then ages of washing whatever accidentally ended up covered in Karkat’s genetic material. It was good Dave liked his shirts red anyway at least.

So it’s no surprise when they’re at it again, hands wandering and hips grinding as movie credits roll. They had stopped earnestly watching ages ago to exchange possibly the world’s shittiest pickup lines, but it was all planned - well, mostly planned - well planned in the way that they both knew sex was probably going to happen and they put a towel down on the couch first before they got comfortable just in case.

Clothes are shed quickly and tossed over the back of the couch to the safe zone. It would be a new feat altogether to cover that area with ooze too, although Karkat did have some fleeting thoughts about being bent over the back of said couch. They’d have to find a new place for their clothes if they ever tried that out. But things were still vanilla - as vanilla as you get when your tentadicks have tentadicks.

By some small miracle, neither talks much once they cross the line from casual making out into full on foreplay. For all their usual inability to shut up, these moments are remarkably quiet - unless you count the inevitable squelching of Karkat’s ooze on every surface or their moans and curses. They grind against each other desperately. Once they got over all their hangups about being together, the physicality became a necessity to keep them both going. Every brush of flesh on flesh only spurs them on.

Karkat’s smaller tentacles are already coiling around Dave’s dick, squeezing and rubbing against it while Dave grinds his hips ever closer. Then there is the tell-tale gasps from both of them as all of their dicks slide into Karkat’s slit, and their worlds are reduced to that hot wetness.

It’s still just as mind-blowing as the first time. It’s also still just as surreal, Dave thinks. How long had he tried to convince himself and the rest of the world that he was just your average, cool, straight guy? He doesn’t mean to, but the thought makes him giggle. He can’t help it. The absurdity of everything that led to this, to having an amazing troll boyfriend to have weird kinky tentacle sex with, is just astounding.

He catches Karkat’s eyes and then they are both giggling. Because it’s amazing that either of them ended up like this. Their foreheads are pressed together as they laugh, still grinding against each other, still both caught up in the absurdity and the need. There’s something almost innocent about the moment - except for the fact that Karkat’s mini tentadicks are playing with Dave’s foreskin and they’re both near panting when they aren’t in fits of giggles.

Neither thinks to stop. Laughing during sex would be pretty much the most normal thing in their sex lives. Besides, the giggles whenever they catch each other’s gazes don’t at all take away from the obscene perfection of the feeling of both of them crammed into Karkat’s slit, surrounded by thick, wet ooze. They kiss hungrily, and their teeth clack whenever they get caught in both laughter and kisses at the same time.

They can’t revel in foreplay forever though. Well with Karkat’s tight slit they probably could but they both know the main event is always a million times better anyway. So Dave slowly wriggles his hips back, pulling his cock and all of Karkat’s back out of the troll’s slit. He decides that since they’ve already done one weird thing today, he might as well go for more.

“Do trolls give blowjobs?” he asks even as he scoots his way backward down Karkat’s body until he is at eye level with Karkat’s junk.

Karkat is still giggling whenever their eyes meet and doesn’t have a chance to respond before Dave’s licking along the edge of his slit. The word fuck has never sounded dirtier than it does as Karkat hisses it, fingers curling into Dave’s hair. Dave can feel the smaller tentacles groping along his neck and jaw, but he ignores them for the moment. He is far more interested in first exploring the length of Karkat’s slit and tasting the copious amounts of ooze seeping from it.

He dares to flick his tongue into the slit, and he’s glad he took a breath first because Karkat twitches, and his hand on Dave’s head pushes him face-first into the dripping sheath. He can feel heat on his cheeks, but he’s not sure anyone would be able to tell the redness of a blush from the redness of Karkat’s genetic material. He’s also not sure which is the more embarrassing thing to be caught with on one’s face. He settles for not thinking about anything though when Karkat’s main tentacle brushes his cheek.

He pulls back reluctantly from lapping at the inside of Karkat’s slit and reaches up to run his hand along the thickest tentadick. He’s never really felt it before. He’s had it inside him. And his dick’s definitely felt it. But for the most part they’ve kept their hands to themselves. For how quickly they stumbled into sex, intimacy has been far slower coming.

Now it seems time to change that though. And Dave would be an absolute liar to say he hasn’t been wondering how Karkat’s junk would taste and feel. So he opens his mouth and lets the smaller tentacles in. It’s an absolutely bizarre feeling to have them wriggling around, but he decides fairly quickly that it isn’t bad. Soon enough he’s shifting forward to take the main tentacle into his mouth as well.

It’s a stretch. Karkat’s tentadick isn’t that thick, but it constantly moves and the smaller tentadicks seem to have minds of their own. Still, he diligently (and eagerly even) runs his tongue along every surface he can reach and sucks on the wriggling mass of tentacles in his mouth. What he can’t fit in, he strokes with one hand while the other plays with Karkat’s slit. He’s fairly certain the only thing he’s accomplishing is painting himself red, but that seems a good enough outcome in the end anyway.

He’s vaguely aware that Karkat’s swearing again. And he’s acutely aware of Karkat’s fingers curling and tightening in his hair. He realises the troll must be trying to keep himself from pushing his head down further. He swallows thickly around the appendages in his mouth and lowers his head until he can feel the mini tentadicks in his throat. He can only keep it up for a few moments though before he has to pull all the way off, mouth dripping with red ooze. He’s been unknowingly grinding his own cock in vain against the couch since he moved to go down on Karkat. He needs more, and from the look in Karkat’s eyes, so does the troll.

Dave makes the executive decision that it’s his turn to play the top. After all, Karkat’s barely gotten a chance to enjoy bottoming at all, and they both know (even if they won’t really admit it) that they both prefer bottoming. He nudges one of Karkat’s legs off the edge of the couch and lifts the other one to give himself some more room to work. He leans back down to lap up a mouthful of ooze before sinking down to press his tongue (and Karkat’s own genetic material) against the troll’s entrance.

He hears Karkat gasp, but he’s really too distracted by the fact that he is pushing Karkat’s ooze back into him through a different hole to pay much attention. If he thought the troll’s slit was tight, his ass is an entirely new level. He wonders if he’ll even be able to fit, but quickly remembers the astounding amount of natural lube Karkat produces. He reaches up to coat one hand in the slippery goo before adding in a finger next to his tongue.

For a few moments, the only sounds are Karkat’s hisses and groans and the filthy slurping sounds Dave’s making with his fingers and tongue in Karkat’s ass. He tries to be as patient as he can be. He doesn’t want this to be painful for Karkat but he is also hard and rutting fruitlessly into the couch whether he wants to or not. He finally feels satisfied when he’s wriggling four fingers comfortably inside Karkat, and the troll is rocking into every movement of his hands.

He pulls back and quickly slicks his cock up with excess ooze. From all the movement, they are both now nearly covered in the stuff. It almost feels like an achievement that Dave can line his cock up with Karkat’s asshole without his grip slipping.

“So are you gonna fuck me this swee-”

Karkat can’t finish his question because in a breath Dave is in him, and it is infinitely better than any fingers or tongues could ever be. Dave exhales an expletive as he folds over Karkat and begins to fuck him. It’s a bit haphazard - their angles are all wrong - but it still feels amazing when Dave grinds his hips in just the right way to make Karkat feel utterly full.

It’s for the best that the foreplay is always drawn out. Once they reach sex, neither of them can ever hold out for long, not with the way their bodies slip against each other’s or the way both of their asses are so perfectly tight. Dave lets one hand slip between their bodies so he can play with Karkat’s dicks and slit as the smaller tentacles play with his fingers. It only takes a few minutes for both of them to cum, Karkat creating a sopping mess between them that only adds to the massive puddle on the couch.

It takes a few moments more for Dave to even pull out. He runs a hand back through his hair before he’s even had time to realise that his hand is dripping with genetic material. In fact, pretty much all of him is dripping. It makes his spent dick twitch, and he lets himself fall back down on top of Karkat just to stop thinking about it. Karkat’s arms wrap around him. They are going to have one hell of a mess to clean up. But that’s for after the nap. And after round two. There’s always a round two.

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The Full Karkat Experience

Rated E Explicit Content Ahead! DaveKat Your average movie night turns into something more when Dave and Karkat get turned on.

They say your first time’s supposed to be mind-blowing.

Consider my mind blown.

One minute we’re sitting watching some shitty romcom for the eighteenth time in a week, the next I’m making out with easily the hottest troll I’ve ever met (don’t tell him that - that’s super gay). And now we’re here.

I still don’t know how we got here. I think there was shouting about who’s fucking who? His mouth tasted like cherries and was distracting. Sue me.

Now I’m hard and he’s...well I don’t know how to explain it. His pants are bulging but not like mine. And when our hips grind together, my wet patch is nothing in comparison to the near-soaked front of his trousers. I slide a hand casually down to investigate, but he catches me.

“You sure you ready for the full Karkat experience?”

“Obviously,” I say, with absolutely no idea what ‘the full Karkat experience’ actually entails. I mean it can’t be that different from human physiology, right? Sure they have the horns and the grey skin but I mean otherwise right?

“Good enough,” Karkat shrugs.

For a second, I wonder if he’s only cool with this because his pants are literally dripping with red ooze now and he wants to get them off. I can only wonder for a second though because then he’s peeling them off and-

Did I forget to breathe? I think I forgot to breathe. Now I’m gasping as I look at I’m really not sure what. There’s a slit. Is it a slit? It’s a something and from it I can see the tip - no tips - of something else poking out and shit I’ve forgotten to breathe again. Karkat waves a hand in front of my face and I come back to reality - and the the realisation that I am gaping at Karkat’s whatever the fuck that is. I mean it’s not bad though. Just. Well I should have probably assumed that troll physiology is different. I mean. They pupate! What human pupates?!

Okay, Dave. Act cool now. It’s just a...slit with things coming out of it. That’s fine. That’s like every day shit. You’re dating a troll. It’s cool. You’re cool.

“So this the full Karkat experience?”

Karkat laughs. Fuck. Okay. Not the full Karkat. There is more. How is there more? How does he have a slit? What are the-

Oh.

Whatever was in the slit is no longer there. Now they are out of the slit and oh fuck.

One long dick(? tendril? tentacle?) is coming out of the slit and out of it there are more holy fuck there are more.

Stay. Fucking. Cool, man.

“I see,” I say in probably the least cool way I have ever said anything in my entire life. Fuck.

I’ve realised now that I’m about 600% out of my depths. How do I even compete with this fuckery? I have got one dick and Karkat has...whatever is going on between his legs (whatever it is is wriggling and dripping red ooze too which probably should be more disconcerting and less arousing than it’s proving to be).

There’s only one option here, I also realise. I take a deep breath and depants myself. It’s the only way to look like I’ve got my shit together (I don’t).

Now we’re both standing there without our pants on and I did not plan this far ahead. Why don’t the shitty romcoms we watch have any troll/human couples? Nothing prepared me for this! This is not in the textbooks!

“Do humans always keep their mouths open when they have sex?”

I literally feel my face burning. At some point between when I remembered to breathe the second time and now, I forgot to shut my mouth.

“I mean obviously how else would we breathe?” I manage to respond with some semblance of togetherness. I’ve got this. I’m Dave fuckin’ Strider and no tentacle dick thing is going to get the best of me! Except if…

My cheeks are hot. My dick is hard. And I just had the thought of Karkat’s tentadick fucking me. Well there goes being cool I guess.

And if my cool is gone, I might as well go for it now then? I mean I don’t have much else to lose but I could gain…

I just thought about it again and yeah I definitely need to go for it.

I near tackle him and we’re back to kissing again - except we’re pantsless and his obviously wet groin is rubbing against my dick and his tentacle is - holy fucking shit!

I let out the least cool sound imaginable and I’m glad we’re kissing so no one can hear it. Karkat’s tentadick’s mini tentadicks have decided to start touching my dick and it’s suddenly really hard to think. They’re hot and wet and they curl around me tighter than my hand ever has. It takes a full ten seconds of concentration to not just cum right there. I may have been lying blatantly when I said I was ready for the full Karkat experience.

When I’ve got a little bit of my brain back, I decide I need to try to make Karkat at least a little flustered. He seems so much cooler than me! And that’s just unacceptable. So I rock my hips forward and we both gasp.

I thought the tentacles on tentacles would be the end of the weirdness! I really thought we’d reached the peak of weird troll mountain! But no! No why would we have reached that peak already?! Now I’m fuckin’ grindin’ my hips and my dick and his dicks are inside that slit of his and it’s the hottest, wettest, reddest place I have ever been.

“Fuck,” Karkat hisses and at least I’ve won the flustering Karkat contest because he sounds about as gone as I feel.

I try to get closer to him but I realise we’re standing in a puddle now, a bright red puddle, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from coming. Why is this so hot to me? Why am I so fucked up?

I realise as his tentadicks wriggle around my foreskin that I really don’t care.

I pull away and we make a strange squelching sound as we part, more of Karkat’s weird troll goo oozing onto the floor with his slit now unoccupied once more.

“Bedroom.”

“Great plan. Do you have a bucket?”

“Fuck buckets.”

“Fuck you.”

“Good I’m glad you agree with the plan.”

I grab his hand and drag him away from our thoroughly soiled pants. We really should have thought this all through, but it was just supposed to be a regular movie night! Not - of course - that I’m complaining when my dick is hard and leaking and covered in Karkat’s ooze. My dick twitches at just the thought. Nope. Definitely not complaining.

We fall onto the bed, neither of us paying enough attention as we stumble into the room. We’re grinding against each other again in an instant and I’m trying to see just how much of my dick and his dicks we can actually fit in his slit when I realise that I have a hole too. And Karkat is producing more lube than I would have thought imaginable. My dick twitches again and I pull my hips back.

I reach between our stomachs to slide my fingers along Karkat’s leaking slit. The red ooze that coats my fingers is obscenely slick and warm and I don’t even realise it before I’ve got my index finger pushing into my own ass. I feel like I’m going to have to have a talk with myself about being a kinky piece of shit. But that’s for when Karkat’s tentadicks aren’t coiling around my dick and I’m not knuckle-deep in my own ass. I stuff in a second finger to shut out any more logical thoughts. This really isn’t the time for logic.

I drop my hips back down to his and let our cocks slide back into his sheath as I fuck myself with two then three fingers. Karkat’s letting out this breathy litany of curses that I can’t entirely process but if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever heard I’d punch myself in the balls. I know the sheets are a ruined mess by the way they stick to my skin whenever it touches them, but I really can’t be bothered with caring.

I’ve got four fingers inside myself before I realise that I’ve been stalling from the main event. Which is the stupidest thing since the main event involves tentadicks that have made me harder faster than I ever thought possible. I lift my hips again and reach between us to free my cock from Karkat’s tentadicks. They almost seem reluctant until I position them at my entrance.

I catch Karkat’s eyes and realise that they’re just as lusting as mine must be. I also realise that his hands are on my hips and then I realise that just as I moved my hips down he moved his up and holy fuck he’s inside me. I fall forward over him until my head’s on his shoulder as my hips stutter in circles against his. His tentadicks are fuckin’ exploring inside of me and they might as well be Indiana Jones ‘cause they find my prostate stupidly quickly.

Karkat must realise something’s going horribly right because he reaches between us, covers his hand in his own slick, and wraps it around my hard cock. I stutter out his name as my brain short-circuits. He seems far gone too, at least. He’s rocking up into me with just as much eagerness as I’m grinding between his hand and his dicks. Neither of us last long.

It’s only a few moments before I cum between our chests and the full Karkat experience begins. Each of those tentadicks starts spraying that same hot ooze that was seeping from Karkat’s slit.

And they don’t stop.

I’m leaking even around his main tentadick and he’s still coming even when he slides out of me. We’re laying in a puddle of troll genetic goo and I cannot even begin to give a single shit. I pull off my utterly disgusting shirt and throw it to the side.

“So that’s why you need the buckets…”

[straygalaxy]

Just Between Us

Karkat spins almost lazily around the pole in the dying evening light that pours through the window. He dips low, making sure to arch his back and accentuate his ass as he slowly stands back up. He knows he isn't built like the pole dancers in magazines or movies, but there is something fun about this particular method of exercise. And it's private. There is no one to make snide comments about his pudgy stomach or his less than firm thighs. In the peace and solitude of his home, he can put on private shows for himself alone.

The music is nice too. It fills the quiet and keeps him from feeling like he has to say anything. He can just move to its rhythm and let go. It never feels like properly working out either, so even if he works up a sweat, he's never exhausted after.

He spins again. He's been listening to the same song for what feels like an eternity. It's been in his head since he last talked to Dave. Maybe later he'll send him a message...He always feels braver after he's had some time to dance.

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Dave chews his lip. He's not nervous really, just a bit confused...and intrigued. It's not like he hasn't hung out with Karkat a million times, just that tonight seems different in a way he can't quite place. The invitation had been so broad, and yet somehow insistent? It was hard to explain any of it. He swallows whatever butterflies have mysteriously turned up in his stomach and knocks on the door.

"Come in!"

Well at least Karkat sounds his usual self. He lets himself in and is surprised to find a soft thudding beat coming from the other room as opposed to the sounds of a movie. And is that flickering light candles? He crosses to the doorway but freezes the moment he steps into the room. So that’s what Karkat meant when he said he had something to show off.

The troll is barefoot and scantily clad. Aside from red panties and mesh thigh-highs held up by a garter belt, he's only got on a loose cropped t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. It's a look that simultaneously screams "effortless" and "I worked hard for this." Dave had never before known that was even an attainable look. But damn if it isn't amazing.

"I was practicing but I wanted someone else's opinion," Karkat says, trying to sound more collected and less exposed than he feels. For as close as he and Dave have gotten, this is definitely the first time either has seen the other in quite this state of undress.

"Right, yeah, second opinions are good. Yeah. Let's see this..." Dave trails off as he realise he doesn't entirely know what he's going to see.

Then his eyes finally move from the very sexy (no! he didn't think that! he couldn't think that!! could he?) troll in front of him to the pole in the middle of the room. His jaw drops. Well that was certainly not there the last time he visited. He swallows as he tries to walk as casually as possible over to the chair that is clearly positioned in a spectating position. For a moment his brain wanders far enough out of his control to wonder if this performance includes a lap dance.

He swallows again and is glad that the beat of the music probably covers up the sound. He nods when Karkat asks if he's ready and tries to relax. Just. Two guys. Hanging out. And one of them is magnificently working a pole. Nothing unusual. Just another Tuesday.

Karkat, for his part, focuses on dancing. He lets the music filter out any other sounds. He knows his routine, has practiced it dozens of times. He's even done it in front of a mirror just to make sure it looks as sexy as it feels to him. Halfway through, he removes his shirt as he does a spin, letting go of it as he turns so it lands on Dave's lap (it had taken at least an hour of practice to get the distance of the chair perfect for that particular bit). He hears a soft sound that must be muffled by something but doesn't look. He's almost done now and this has to be perfect.

He swings his hips as he slides up, down, and around the pole. Now he's nearly entirely on display for Dave, but this is his one place of confidence in his appearance. He never feels like he has to hide inside a baggy turtleneck when it's just him and the pole. And now Dave's here too - but it's fine. It's got to be.

The song trails off at last and Karkat's routine ends with him bent at the waist, hands clasped on the pole, and ass pointed directly at his audience. He holds the pose for a moment before he finally stands and turns around, crossing one arm over his chest to grab the other and rub its elbow awkwardly. He offers a hesitant smile.

"So...how was it?" he asks.

Dave blinks and licks his lips. He adjusts his position and his erection as discreetly as he can manage.

"So when's the next show and..." he pauses for a moment, trying to decide if he wants to go through with this, "and when are you going to teach me?"