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You’re not really sure how you get home, but one moment you’re kissing Karkat under the stars and confessing your love to him, and the next, the two of you are busting through the door of your shared hive, giggling and stumbling up the stairs to his bedroom. 

You pause in the stairwell to mack on him some more, running your hands up his shoulders and sighing. He’s so deliciously hunky. God, you’ve wanted to do this for so long, why did you never do this before?? What were you so afraid of? Rejection? Confusion about your sexuality? Why the fuck would you worry about any of that, Karkat is so obviously into you and you’re hella into him too. He’s kissing you back just as enthusiastically, tasting very strongly of cheap whiskey. You really have no idea where he got any, because this was a dry wedding, but whatever. His claws are digging into your ass just enough to sting in a really, really fucking great way. You gasp into his mouth, feeling your dick really starting to pay attention now, and grind subtly against his hip to get some relief. 

You want to spend the whole night making him feel amazing. “I want to make you feel amazing,” you tell him. 

He blushes adorably. “You always make me feel amazing, Dave. You’re so, so incredible. You’re-- fuck. So hot. Just want to do all kinds of stuff to you tonight.”

Oh, wow. You like the sound of that. 

Karkat pulls you into his room by your shirt, still kissing you. He pushes you a little roughly onto the bed, and your body heats up in arousal. Interesting, learning new fun things about ourselves tonight, apparently being tossed around makes you horny. You laugh, because it’s funny, everything is just so fucking funny! 

He climbs up on the bed, hovering over you, and you open your legs so he can fit between them. He leans down to kiss you hotly. His body is so big and warm, and you fucking love how it feels to have him on top of you. You distractedly attempt to unbutton his dress shirt, a difficult task when his tongue is delving into your mouth like it’s a spelunker exploring the sexiest cave on Earth C. You manage to get three buttons undone before he loses patience and just rips the thing off, scattering buttons everywhere. Sweet baby Jesus, that’s fucking HOT. 

“Holy fuck, Karkat, that was so hot, do my shirt too!” you beg him.

He snorts, “Fine, but I’m not buying you a new one.” 

He tears your shirt off, and the cold air that hits your flushed chest is a relief. You whine and shove your tongue back in his mouth, pressing your bare chest against his. He feels so warm and smooth, and weirdly hairless. You’re definitely hard right now, and you can feel… something… squirming inside his fancy dress pants. Something that you’re interested in getting a closer look at. You slip your fingers under his waistband slowly, asking for the permission that you’re confident you’ll receive. He nods, panting slightly into your open mouth. You suck on his lower lip, and undo his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. He helps you out, shoving them all the way down to his ankles and kicking them onto the floor. You wiggle out of yours too, wanting to be naked for him as soon as humanly possible.

You sit back a little so you can take in the view. The room is dark, but moonlight is streaming in through the small window on Karkat’s wall, illuminating his form on the bed before you. His broad shoulders are relaxed and confident, and his bulge is curling around, seeming to want to wrap itself around something.

“Can I--?” you ask, reaching out to touch it. 

“Yes, fuck, please, Dave.” You swear his pupils dilate, and you wrap your fingers around his bulge, squeezing gently up and down. He’s so beautiful, you just want to make him feel good and happy and do whatever he wants you to do forever.

He puts his hand over yours, showing you how much pressure to use. It’s so hot, everything that’s happening right now is so incredibly spicy that you think you might blow your load as soon as he fucking touches you. You keep working his bulge for a little while, getting a feel for how he likes to be touched. He moans and it pulses in your hand, juices dripping down your wrist. 

“Fuck, Dave,” he gasps. “Stop, if you keep that up, fuck, won’t last, ah--!”

You give him one last squeeze, then let go regretfully. 

“What do you want?” he asks you. 

“Fuck, dude, I have no idea, I just want you to touch me, man, please fucking, just touch my dick okay?” you babble. 

He smirks and reaches down to brush his hand lightly against your dick.

“Like this?” he teases.

“Fuck, please-- more, please, Karkat,” you whine, thrusting up to chase his touch, needing more pressure, more heat, just more.

He relents and wraps a big hand over your dick, pumping you, gently at first, then harder. It feels so fucking good, and you cry out from the pleasure flooding through your body. All too soon, you feel the pressure building in the base of your spine, and before you can warn him, you’re shouting his name as your body clenches in a toe-curling orgasm. He works you through it, until you’re shaking with overstimulation and you slap lightly at his arm so he knows to let up.

“Fuck, babe, that was amazing.” You can’t help but smile, even though you wish you hadn’t gone off quite so soon. “Your turn now, okay? Can I suck you off, please, pretty please?”

You can see Karkat’s blush even in the dim lighting. “Um,” he says, his voice cracking slightly. His bulge thrashes around wildly, indicating an obvious interest.

You laugh. “Is that a good ‘um?’”

He gulps, and nods his head yes.

You grin and sit up, pushing him onto his back. You can’t wait to feast on his delicious troll bulge. You hold it steady with one hand, because it’s really going buck wild down there, and guide the tip into your mouth. It tastes kind of salty and weird, but in a hot way. You suck at the tip curiously, and Karkat shivers underneath you. Encouraged, you take in more of his bulge until it won’t fit anymore, and keep sucking, using your hand to pump up and down the remaining length. With your other hand you feel around underneath, looking for his nook. He grabs your hand and guides you to it, and you shove two fingers into him without preamble. He’s slick and dripping, and you pump your fingers in and out of him quickly, making him moan and quiver.

“M’ gonna-- Fuck, Dave, I’m gonna come!” Karkat’s whole body is shaking with tension, heat radiating off him like a furnace. You make an affirming “mmph” noise and keep sucking. His bulge spasms in your mouth, almost making you choke, and then it just starts sheeting off SO MUCH fucking jizz. Holy goddamn. It just keeps on coming. You valiantly swallow down as much of it as you can, but most of it ends up splashing all over you, Karkat, and the bed. 

When it seems like he’s finally done, you sit up, wiping your mouth and smiling. You look down at yourself, covered in pink juices, and double over with laughter. “Dude, you made such a fucking mess!” 

“Shut up,” Karkat mumbles sleepily. Man, he must be really fucked out. You’re pretty goddamn exhausted, yourself, to be honest. 

You grab a damp sheet and wipe some of the troll jizz off yourself, then you curl up next to Karkat in bed. You kiss him softly on the cheek, then you roll over and remember nothing else.