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works/959255.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Karkat_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Sexy, Non-Canon_Relationship, Totally_didn't_happen
  Series:
      Part 4 of Meteor_Moments
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-08 Words: 1039
****** Excecated by Luxuria ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Just over 1,000 words of Dave and Karkat frotting, that is all.
Notes
     Title pretty much says "Blinded by Lust" with fancy words.
See the end of the work for more notes
You never warn him when you come over, opening his respiteblock door and
peering inside. He lifts his head up from his iPhone to look at you from his
bed, face blank with the exception of a single raised eyebrow. You look away
from his gaze, shutting the door and making sure to lock it behind you. The
metal click is what breaks the silence and you look back to him, seeing how
he’s already put away his hand held device, waiting.
You’re always careful when you start, unsure if any of this is alright,
uncertain about what to do exactly. You start with walking over to his bed.
When you sink down onto your knees he shifts upwards, eyes hidden behind his
shades, moving closer to you. You focus on his face this time, blinking and
trying to calm down your heated face. He reaches his arms out, wrapping them
about your shoulders, pulling you closer and you’ve pressed your lips together
before you even register what you’ve done. You kiss him back eagerly, melting
in his grasp, he holds you close, unsure what you want, confused about how far
you want to go this time.
You push your hand underneath his shirt and he gets the hint and removes the
article, parting from your lips as he does so. He wastes no time in removing
your own top, the sweater coming off with ease but leaving you cold.
Thankfully, he wraps his arms back around you again, pulling you close and
pressing your chests together as he kisses you. You smooth your hands over his
sides, feeling the heart beating underneath the skin, the blood pulsing,
feeling Dave.
You pull back from his mouth enough to speak. “Towel, now.” He nods, pulling an
arm away from you and reaching it beneath his bed. He had decided that the
bucket was a no go for him considering he just didn’t see why it was necessary,
plus it was a bit awkward to manoeuvre into position in most cases. He places
the towel beside you both on his fairly large bed, folding it over once so
nothing will soak through, then he rolls you over. You’re prepared for it and
you pull him back down to kiss, feeling his body pressing down against yours.
You tug at his god tier pants and he doesn’t waste much time in removing them,
leaving him in his boxers. He doesn’t like unfairness if it’s not in his favor,
and pulls your pants off as well. You lift your hips up from the mattress to
help him, hearing the fabric being dropped on the floor as he shuffles back in
closer, kissing your lips again. It’s a pattern, a dance, the moves something
that you’ve both rehearsed so many times before but the performance is always
nerve racking.
You spread your knees apart, feet sliding on the outsides of his legs and he
pushes himself into the gap, fitting himself against you. You can feel his dick
pushing up against you, up against your nook and your body shivers with
unvoiced calls of ohgodyes.Dave’s skin shivers and you know that he’s feeling
the same, his breathing heavy like yours as he rocks against you, pressing
against your groin even more. A groan slips past our lips before you can stop
it, your bulge already slipping out of its sheathe.
Dave seems content with this, rocking and rolling his hips against yours,
frotting against you, grinding, and it just feels so wonderful. You bite your
tongue to try and keep quiet, but it doesn’t help as a moan bubbles in your
throat. Dave lets out a small breathy groan of pure pleasure and you just give
up, opening your mouth wide and letting out the noises of ecstasy. Just him
being so close and intimate is enough for you, the pressure he is putting
against your already soaking nook is just beautiful as he thrusts forward,
pushing you down against the mattress.
This is the closest you’ve gotten to having him inside of you properly. A few
fingers usually satisfies you, inside or on your bulge, it doesn’t matter. He
seems perfectly content with this, being so close but not completely in the
most satisfying way possible. You wouldn’t but up a complaint even if you
could.
Your bulge slides about in your underwear, squished between your stomachs but
that’s plenty enough for you to toss your head back, looking up at the ceiling,
vulnerable neck exposed. You feel so completely safe with baring your weakest
spot to him, you trust him, you trust him with every single piece of you. He
knows this, he doesn’t need to trust you; his emotions are always wrapped up
around you, pieced together and covering you in love want desire need.
Though you prefer to keep your relationship in the shadows, there is no way
that you can deny the way you feel about this, about each other. There is just
too many other things going on for you to focus properly on one another, act
like normal lovers would. You would give all of yourself to him whenever he
asks for it and he would do the same and that is enough for the both of you.
A strangled cry of pleasure leaves your mouth and your whole body jolts, a
groan tumbling out afterwards as Dave presses down even more against you. Your
underwear is soaked enough that he can push inside you a small amount, leaving
you tingling all over and completely undone. He’s trying to hold himself back,
jaw clenched though noises escape through his nose.
With a shattered cry you come, your whole body shaking as the towel and your
body is covered in your own genetic material. The body above yours shudders and
you feel more warmth between your legs. It takes a few moments for the two of
you to regain your breaths, and you slowly pull apart. No words are spoken as
he pulls your face close one last time and presses a kiss to your forehead. You
allow him to do so before sliding off of his bed. You disappear into his
ablution chamber to clean off.
End Notes
     This was called "Frottage" in my folders wow so original
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