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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Kankri_Vantas/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      Karkat_Vantas, Kankri_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_No_Sburb_Session, Humanstuck, Sibling_Incest, Slight
      Spanking, Like_not_really_tho, Shitty_writting, vantascest, its_legit
      just_them_fricking_ok
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-23 Words: 2580
****** And then they fricked ******
by Karkalicous413
Summary
     Karkat ignored the fuck out everything when he got home. He was
     pissed enough from having to deal with the fuckwits at school, like
     hell was he going to get beyond that level of fuck off by being
     annoyed by his family and their dumbassity. He tossed his book bag
     angrily on the couch before he plopped himself down right next to it.
     After a few seconds of shifting around trying to get comfortable and
     find something that wasn’t complete and total shit to watch, he
     finally decided on watching some randomass show about countries being
     people or some shit.
     He didn't really know.
     It looked gay as hell.
     ((Aka. I can't name shit and past me from a few months ago couldn't
     write porn for shit at 3 am and its legit ooc, self indulgent prons))
Notes
     So i wrote this awhile ago for valentines day as a gift to my
     girlfriend and i was like 'why the fuck not, might as well put this
     shit somewhere else" so yeah. Also, before you say i stole it let me
     explain you a thing, i originally posted this on tumblr and so yeah
     ok bye read it.
See the end of the work for more notes
Karkat ignored the fuck out everything when he got home. He was pissed enough
from having to deal with the fuckwits at school, like hell was he going to get
beyond that level of fuck off by being annoyed by his family and their
dumbassity. He tossed his book bag angrily on the couch before he plopped
himself down right next to it. After a few seconds of shifting around trying to
get comfortable and find something that wasn’t complete and total shit to
watch, he finally decided on watching some randomass show about countries being
people or some shit.
He didn’t really know.
It looked gay as hell.
Sighing angrily he shifted onto his back just as the character deemed America
(he called him loud fuckass in his head,) kissed the character deemed Canada or
some shit (that one he called pussy motherfucker.) ‘fucking knew this shit was
gay as hell’ . He raised a brow as he realised those two fuckers were brothers.
‘well, not like i have any fucking room to talk.’ He blushed and shifted so his
legs were spread and bent at the knee as thoughts of his older brother entered
his mind without permission. ‘Dad's not home yet...not gonna be till at least
7:30...Kankri’s doing his after school shit...and it wouldn’t be that bad if he
came home now anyway...I could just...’
Slowly, he trail his hand down his chest, his fingers lightly tracing over his
clothed nipples before continuing downwards. He lifted his shirt with his other
hand so it bunched up to his neck. It was getting kind of hot in here. He
grabbed the waistband of his pants and slid hand inside, letting out a long
burst of air as he made contact with his straining erection. He wrapped his
fingers around it gently at first, moving slowly and steadily, panting softly.
Gradually he sped up thrusting his hips in time to his thrusts. His eyes fells
closed and he sucked his fingers in his mouth, sucking and wetting them. He
pulled the slick digits out of his mouth and trailed them to his nipples,
circling them around the pink buds and twisting and pinching them both, until
they were both hard a rocks.
After wetting them again, he slid them down his thigh, sending a spare thought
to wondering where his pants went. He spread his legs wide, one over the back
of the couch and one on the floor. His fingers circled his entrance before they
slowly pushed in, first one then two. Slowly he pumped them in and out,
stroking his cock in time with his fingers. He bit his lip and arched his back,
bucking his hips and whimpering. He wanted more, he needed more. He needed
something bigger. He needed someone bigger. He needed Kankri.
He moaned out loud when his fingers hit that spot inside him, seriously saying
fuck it to trying not to make any noise. Honestly he wasn’t doing that well in
the beginning anyway. His hand started stroking faster, his hips bucking wildly
and his fingers pistoning inside him. He cried Kankri’s name, imaging it was
him that was inside him, that it was him that was stroking him. He was close,
he could feel it. His back arched as he shouted his brothers name. So close so
close so close.
Just before he could come, just as he was right fucking there, something
wrapped around his dick and around the wrist of the hand that hand fingers
inside him, fingers, his mind supplied helpfully. He gasped and opened his
eyes, his whole body snapping up, quickly he grabbed a pillow to cover himself
with, and pulled his fingers out of himself.
“K-kankri!”
Kankri slid his eyes slowly up his brothers body, he licked his lips. Honest to
god he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. But at the same time the amount of
fucks he gave were so fucking low. In his head, he tagged the triggers for sex,
profanity, nsfw, and incest, he also tagged, sexy brothers, masturbation, gonna
fuck him, and shit thats hot. He climbed onto the couch between Karkat's spread
legs, he lowered his head and kissed Karkat harshly on the lips. This wasn’t
going to be like their normal coupling, where it was slow, only getting fast
paced toward the end when neither could take it anymore. No. This was going to
be fast, and it was going to be rough.
Their tongues swirled together and their bodies rubbed against each other. They
both stripped Kankri as fast as they could, Kankri slid Karkat's shirt over his
head while the younger male ran his hands up and down his brothers chest.
Karkat moaned when Kankri began to attack his neck, sucking and licking and
biting, leaving marks and moving downwards. His mouth latched on to the smaller
males nipple and sucked while his other hand tapped at his brothers lips,
signalling for him to suck them. Karkat whined and arched his back when, after
giving the other nipple the same treatment, Kankri pulled back. He glared up at
his brother but continued sucking on his fingers, he raised an eyebrow when he
saw him smirk, something that was really fucking out of character for him.
Kankri moved down Karkat's body, placing small kisses and long licks here and
there. He reached his destination, he grabbed the base of Karkat's cock and
gave it a squeeze. He licked his cock, base to tip, and stuck his tongue in the
slit. Karkat cried out and grabbed the pillow behind his head. He tried to
spread his legs wider, but they were as wide as the could possibly go, the leg
touching the floor was pointed straight and the leg over the side of the couch
was stretched and rigid. He fisted his hands in Kankri’s hair when he took all
of him in his mouth with one go, and arched his back as a loud shout left him.
Kankri thrust his fingers in and out of his mouth, mimicking what his dick is
going to do to him later. His chant of the older male’s name was muffled by the
fingers in his mouth, and his moans from Kankri bobbing his head up and down,
while humming around his dick. Around the fingers still moving in his mouth, he
moaned a warning to his older sibling.
“Sh-shiiiiitt Kankri! I-i’m close...Ahhh~!”
He tried to warn him, and he tried to pull him off before he came, but Kankri
was having none of his shit and sucked harder, pulling his hand out of Karkat's
mouth and swiftly sliding two fingers into him. Karkat barely felt anything but
pleasure as the fingers slid in and out of him, as soon as a third finger was
added he lost it. He cried out and shouted a chain of curse words and Kankri’s
name, his toes curling and his back arching. His fingers pulled Kankri’s hair
to the point of actually hurting him, and his hips bucked wildly as he came in
Kankri’s mouth.
Once he came down from his high he noticed Kankri looking straight at him, the
sides of his mouth splattered with small dots of his come. He blushed a bright
red and pulled his brother up to him, and tilting his chin up, licked his mouth
clean. Kankri groaned and captured his lips in a rough dominating kiss. He
grabbed his brothers legs and held hooked them on his shoulders, he’d grabbed
the lube from his pants pocket while he was still sucking him off, so he didn’t
have to worry about hurting Karkat by only using spit or something as lube.
Still kissing him, he slid his cock into his tight hole. Simultaneously they
moaned, slender hands coming up to grip the sides of the one above him.
“M-motherfucking M-move!” Karkat demanded as he pushed against him.
Quickly Kankri began thrusting at a rough, fast pace, causing the couch to move
with them. He grasped the armrest behind Karkat's head for leverage to add more
power and strength to his thrusts, moaning and groaning in time to Karkat's
moans and shouts. Shifting his hips and giving one hard thrust he was rewarded
with a scream and the feeling of nails digging into his shoulders.
“Oh shit do that again oh shit oh shit. Yes, Yes yes yes yes. dont stop, dont
stop, Kankri don't stop, yes!” Karkat shouted as his brother repeatedly hit his
prostate with quick, rough thrusts.
With the strength of Kankri’s movement, Karkat's legs fell from his shoulders,
wrapping around his waist instead. As this changed the angle and made him go
deeper, Karkat cried out and spread his legs wider, putting them in an almost
split mid-air. He gripped Kankri’s shoulders, this new position put him in the
perfect place to get his prostate hit every fucking time. His nails slid down
to Kankri’s arms, leaving little red marks on the skin when Kankri suddenly
thought it was a good idea to go fucking faster and start jerking him off at
the same time. For revenge, he flexed his muscles around the dick inside him,
earning a long groan from the older, and a head burying itself in his neck and
giving harsh nips and bites.
Kankri grunted and sat up, grabbing Karkat around the middle and flipping him
onto his hands an knees in one swift movement. He gripped his hips - can you
say bruises - and began to pound in and out of him. Karkat flung his head back
and moaned, pushing back into the thrusts, trying so fucking hard to match
Kankri’s pace but wasn’t quite fast enough. He didn’t really care though. He
was in high motherfucking heaven. Cloud fucking 9. Didn’t matter what you
fucking called it he just fuckng knew ieverything felt good, his whole fucking
body was tingling in the best fucking way and it was all because of Kankri
fucking Vantas. His fucking brother. A hand grabbed his ass, he really did
fucking love this shit oh my god. He cried out and shouted when the hand came
down and smacked his ass, seriously this was the best fucking thing ever, he
loved it when Kankri just fucking let loose like this, when he gave up on his
prim and proper shit and let himself go wild actually do something like put him
on his hands and knees and slap his ass while fucking him silly.
Kankri leaned over Karkat's back and grunted and groaned. Even though he talked
a little too fucking much in everyday life, he was actually really fucking
quiet in bed. At first it kind of bother Karkat because, how the fuck was he
supposed to know if he was doing this shit right? But after awhile he learned
the signals to show if he was doing something good and it was something he
should keep doing. He bit his lip to hold in a scream as a hand came around his
front to jerk him off, while the other grabbed his hair and pulled his head to
the side. He panted as he looked at Kankri from the side of his eye. His eyes
fluttered closed as his lips were claimed and a tongue shoved its way into his
mouth.
Suddenly he was turned on his side, one leg thrown over Kankris shoulder and
the other between kankris legs. Somehow - don’t fucking ask him how because he
doesn’t know nor does he care - he managed to do this without pulling out,
again. He let out a long, loud scream over this new position, head thrown back
and everything. Oh this was just perfect. God fucking damn, they’d never tried
this before but damn if he didn’t love it. Kankri’s hands were tight around his
thigh as he held it on his shoulder, though it was more pressed to his chest
than anything. Turning his head, he began to mouth at it, leaving marks on the
skin there. Later on, Karkat would realise he won't be able to dress out for
gym anymore, something he’d deal with later. Right now, the number of shits he
gave were about as low as the number of fucks he gave. which was below fucking
zero. With a particularly harsh thrust Karkat lifted his leg held by Kankri in
the air, his foot pointed straight upwards. He moaned and cried out, his hand
scrambled to grab ay something to hold, which ended up being Kankri’s arm.
“Kankri, Kankri, Kankri, Kankri, Kankriiiiiii. Oh fucking shit, i'm close.
Please please please pleaseeee lemme come!”
He cried out when his other leg was lifted and he was once again on his back.
He nodded and pleaded for Kankri to let him come, to fuck him harder, moaning
and shouting. A warm hand wrapped around his cock again and began jerking him
off, a mouth sucking and biting at his neck and chest. His legs slid to rest in
the crook of both of Kankri’s arms, thigh muscles twitching. He arched and his
hips thrust wildly. Holy fucking fuck. He clamped his nails down on his
brothers shoulders, his eyes widening and his body tingling.
“Ohhh yes! right fucking there Kankri Right there! shitshitshit. I’m coming I’m
coming I’m coming! Kankri!”
His back arched in a perfect bow and his legs clamped tightly to Kankri. He
screamed Kankri’s name, his voice filling the house, his eyes rolling back in
skull. He drew blood on Kankris shoulders and arms with his nails as he came,
his whole body going tense then convulsing.
“Fuck, Karkat.”
Feeling Karkat tense around him to the point where it almost hurt, threw Kankri
over the edge. His body shook with his orgasim as he came inside his brother,
his eyes screwed shut and his teeth gritted. His grip on Karkat's hips became
bruising, and in the next time he saw Karkat naked he would see those finger
shaped marks and spend close to an hour worshiping his body in apology. He
barely noticed the warm liquid splattering against both their chest and some of
their chin, or the sharp sting of the skin on his shoulders and arms braking.
He was a little too focused how fucking great he felt right now.
They laid there for a few seconds, Karkat with his arms wrapped around Kankri
and stroking his hair, while Kankri gave Karkat gentle kisses on his neck and
whispered endearments into his ear. This is how it always is after they have
sex, calm and relaxing and loving for the both of them. When they caught their
breath they gave each other a series of gentle, loving pecks, before they
shared a long, slow, gentle kiss.
Sighing, they separated themselves, slowly cleaning up the evidence of what
just happened. Their father was a preacher, if he had any idea of what was
going on between them, the end result would not be a happy one. That did not,
however, stop them from sleeping in the same bed together after a long shared
shower. Of course, they made it look like they were ‘studying’ beforehand and
fell asleep by accident. Their dad would fall for it. He always did.
Curled up together, warm and loved in Karkat's king sized bed, neither of them
thought to consider that this might be the day their dad said he was coming
home early. Again.
End Notes
     wow. that was incredibly shitty, fuck you past me you suck shit.
     anyway yeah this was a thing and now im outtie
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