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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Dirk_Strider, Stridercest
  Character:
      Dirk_Strider, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha_timeline!Dirk, Beta_timeline!Dave, Porn, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Crossdressing_Kink, thigh_highs, High_Heels, Anal
      Fingering, Riding, Couch_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-30 Words: 2901
****** From knee to thigh ******
by Lacertae
Summary
     *Dirk/Dave* pwp
     The process of dressing Dave is a ritual for him, and he dedicates
     himself to it with the same concentration and focus he reserves to
     building robots. Every detail serves to make it better, until the
     result comes out the way he likes it. To him helping him wear those
     tights, applying makeup, is like discovering Dave inch by inch.
Notes
     I felt in the mood for some stridercest, and i feel pain in the lack
     of alpha!dirk with beta!dave that i see around. i hope you enjoy!
Dave enjoys this.
He loves the feeling of satin and expensive silk on his body, smooth and light,
a feathery caress on his skin.
He enjoys walking through the room, slightly hesitant for the first few steps
as his balance shifts to accept the addition of the heels at his feet, he
enjoys the way he can feel the dusting of makeup on his cheeks, the taste of
lipstick on his mouth, the pungent smell of nail polish surrounding him like a
cloud.
He loves the feeling of a hand coming to brush the excessive blush from his
cheeks, warm breath caressing his face as his eyes flutter open, meeting a pair
of confident, orange eyes watching him with satisfaction.
The makeup is always the first step. He undressed slowly, taking away his usual
everyday clothes, and he’s left sitting on the sofa with just a pair of panties
he picked at random from his special drawer.
Instead of undressing him, Dirk takes pleasure in dressing him up, even though
the garments Dave wears when the other teen is done with him are revealing
enough that he could go bare and it wouldn’t even matter… but that’s what makes
it good, for both of them.
Dirk touching him… Dave can never get enough of that; the sweet gestures Dirk
does while he concentrates, when every moment is spent to unravel Dave’s
beauty, speak of familiarity and a deeply seated craving.
Hands caress his skin, moving delicately from his toes, travelling up without
hesitation until they reach his thighs, only to retreat, with a teasing
security that makes Dave shiver and swallow, heat blossoming through his veins.
The build-up always leaves him breathless.
He can feel the calluses on Dirk’s fingertips, the familiarity of his touches,
slow and demanding as they brush past his calves, stretching the soft material
of the tights to cover his toes, then his whole foot, then above.
He shifts on the sofa and feels its texture against his back, the friction
making it hot under his back, and his panties rustle softly against his dick.
They are smooth to the touch, cool and soft, just like expensive underwear
should feel. Dirk always wants the best for him, and he won’t accept cheap
replacements.
Dave agrees –the feeling of expensive fabric on his body is something that
can’t be compared or imitated. It’s unique, and it makes it the more exquisite
when they end up ruining it every single time, without fail.
Dave loves it all. The devious, little ritual he shares with Dirk, the secrecy
and the deliberate way Dirk observes him all the while, seducing and inviting.
At the same time, Dave knows that soon he will tire of the wait, of Dirk
teasing him, of the crease in his brow that denotes the other teen’s extreme
concentration.
It’s easy to grow tired, with those fingers gently rubbing at the skin of his
knee, with Dirk’s dark, burning eyes focused on him, with the promise of what’s
to come.
The pulse in his head is rushing all the blood down, and it’s hard to keep
focusing on thinking.
Dave finds himself forgetting everything, his breath quickening slightly as
Dirk’s hands push past his knee, fitting the stockings to his skin, tight and
delicate, caressing his leg as he goes.
He looks splendid like that, kneeling in front of him, dressing him, acting
like a page to Dave’s knight, when he should be the prince and Dave should be
kneeling, watching him in adoration…
Fingers move to the curve of his inner thigh, and Dave’s last thoughts shatter
into fragments as he fights the urge to tug the other teen up to meet his
demanding lips. He knows he won’t come, not yet.
Dirk wants perfection, and he will only ruin him when he’s made perfect.
Shivering, legs parted to accommodate Dirk’s form as the other teen leans down
to kiss the curve of his leg, blatantly ignoring the growing erection right in
front of him, Dave knows he’s not finished yet.
The teasing smirk on Dirk’s face as he doesn’t look away only make Dave’s blood
boil harder.
Dirk enjoys it.
He is aware that Dave loves it, and that is part of why Dirk likes it so much.
It’s personal, it’s expressive, it shows a side of Dave that only Dirk can see.
It’s trust, and it’s beauty.
The process of dressing Dave is a ritual for him, and he dedicates himself to
it with the same concentration and focus he reserves to building robots. Every
detail serves to make it better, until the result comes out the way he likes
it. To him helping him wear those tights,  applying makeup, is like discovering
Dave inch by inch.
He’s fascinated by the way Dave trembles under his motions, with the open,
trustful gaze he receives with each touch, triggered by their closeness, like
this small secret between them is the foundation of their world.
Dave is beautiful already, but he’s more naked with makeup and tights on than
he is when he’s wearing nothing.
The absence of clothes is merely just another fragment of the shattered puzzle
that is Dave, but this slow building, touches and brushes and makeup and
delicate material sliding up to cover him…
Dirk unravels Dave with each touch, and with every heartbeat he grows closer to
him, and loves it.
He’s unable to look away, captivated by the way Dave opens up to him, to his
every touch, red eyes wide and dazed with lust, and lets himself enjoy this
closeness –the trust and the feeling that Dave needs him just as much as Dirk
needs Dave.
He’s taken his time to give Dave a perfect makeup, where every detail enhances
his natural beauty, nothing to cover, everything to bring out sharp and vivid.
He glances down, observing his naked chest, then the thin, delicate lacy
panties that Dave is wearing, and licks his lips.
His legs look too naked, though, and that makes his focus return abruptly to
what he’s doing. It’s easy to solve the problem as he rolls the stockings up
from Dave’s toes to his knee.
Dirk is mesmerized by the soft trembles that run down Dave’s skin as he pushes
the tights up his legs, one at a time, stretching to make sure they fit, and he
has to pause at the knees because he wants to bend and kiss the barely covered
skin. He does so without flourish, daring to break gaze with him for a single
moment, and he rejoices at the way Dave’s pulse spikes up, at the barely
restrained gasp he hears, at the way the leg twitches in his hold.
Dirk trains himself to calm, focusing on his movements until his entire
existence is concentrated on a single moment in time where he’s touching Dave,
until his entire universe becomes Dave, and soothes the ache in his chest with
soft kisses pressed down the length of Dave’s thighs.
He needs to wait, he wants to wait, because there’s no fun in spoiling himself
before time, and Dave isn’t ready yet.
So Dirk’s hand trail up Dave’s sides, feeling hard abs under his touch, the
light twitch of skin and the soft round of his belly, breathes in the mixed
scent of makeup and Dave’s smell, refuses to let his mouth wander, and when
Dave’s hips jut up, he simply adjusts the tights until they’re a perfect fit,
then retreats.
Dave feels hot.
Every touch coming from Dirk serves the purpose to make the world disappear and
blur, until Dave only sees Dirk, only wants those hands back on his body,
touching him; the desire is powerful and it burns, but even with this dizzy
want, he knows better than to react to it.
Dirk is patient, so Dave will be patient, too.
He trembles as he stands up, Dirk observing him from his position on the floor
before he also stands up, guides Dave with a hand pressed on the small of his
back, and makes him step to the discarded heels on the side.
Dirk slides the shoes on Dave’s feet, latches them on, eyes burning into Dave’s
ones all the while, familiar moves coming easy to him without even watching
himself work, but he’s mesmerized and there’s no reason to look away from
Dave’s eyes, red and wide and darkened with desire.
Dave’s walk across the room feels like sliding back into a practiced spot that
belongs to him. his ankles sway slightly as they get used to wearing heels
again, but he’s practiced for so long now that the hesitance is gone within the
first three strides.
His hips sway slightly, teasing on his own, calling Dirk’s attention, and Dave
turns around with all the confidence of a model, burning with heat and need and
feeling like a beacon of light in the darkness.
Dirk opens his arms, the invite clear, and this time it’s Dave who makes him
wait, playing a game he knows he’s lost already, only a heartbeat of resistance
before he’s advancing, Dirk’s hands caressing his back, the other teen’s lips
pressed on the curve of his neck.
Everything is blurry, and Dave welcomes it, lifts his leg to curl around Dirk’s
hip, shivers when Dirk accompanies the movement with his fingers, caressing the
underneath of his leg from knee to thigh, moving to cup his ass and tug at his
panties slightly, making them press harder between his cheeks.
“Ah,” Dave’s gasp fills the silence like a ripple, and like that he’s
spiralling down into the heat, pressed against Dirk’s chest as the other teen
caresses his body, teases more gasps and moans out of him.
Fingers massage every spot and every curve of him, having memorized all the
places that make Dave fall, and he does fall, messily and loudly, arching his
back and grinding down against Dirk, trying to relieve some of the pressure
that’s building, but no amount of rubbing is enough.
Nothing compares to the way Dirk makes him burn.
“Dirk…” he breathes, low and wanton.
“Yes, yes,” is the murmured answer, equally breathless, equally low.
Dirk fingers his panties, teases him even as he pushes them to the side, a
fingertip dancing from his balls and back, rubbing softly against his entrance.
There is a slick quality to his skin that Dave quickly recognises as lube, its
orangey scent invading his nose, making him gasp and thrust down, seeking more
contact. He has spent countless minutes preparing himself, clean and stretched
in front of a mirror, picturing Dirk in his mind as he did so, knowing exactly
what would come as he refrained from straying too far, and he’s grateful of
that when Dirk’s finger slides right in, sloppily coating his insides with
lubrication, caressing his muscles gently.
His other arm is wrapped around Dave’s shoulders, guiding them both, shuffling
and stumbling, to the sofa again, Dirk sitting down with Dave on his lap,
fingers still lodged inside, thrusting.
“Y–yeah… ah… yes, good…”
Dave grinds down into them, gasping and shivering, feeling the fingers reach
inside him, caress and tease, but not long enough to reach anywhere he wants.
His dick is hard and pulsating, almost painful, and he rubs himself down
against Dirk’s lower stomach, pleading with short moans for Dirk to continue.
Dirk teases him still, even though he’s hard and confined within his pants, and
he would die to have Dave’s lips around him, but still refrains. He spreads his
fingers wide and Dave wails, nails digging into his shoulders, head thrown back
and neck offered to him.
He moves to taste it, licking and nibbling at the skin until Dave is almost
screaming and thrusting down on his fingers with a wild quality that speaks of
abandon and need.
“Ah… p-please… nnnngh…”
Everything blurs in desire and heat, and Dirk undoes his pants with a hurry
that is not properly him, lack of control over himself, but the way Dave maps
his mouth with his tongue is reason enough and besides…
They are open with each other, and Dave knows the way Dirk loses himself in
him.
Their dance continues.
Dave sinks down on Dirk with a strangled moan, and Dirk barely manages to
remove his fingers before they’re caught in as well.
“Hnnn–”
There is no more waiting, and Dirk can only hold onto Dave’s sides as the teen
starts sliding and grinding on his lap, their mouths meeting again and again,
lips and tongues and desire.
The heat and the friction is too much and yet not enough, and Dave’s pace turns
into a hurried frenzy, Dirk’s name tumbling out from his lips like a prayer.
“Dirk, Dirk, Dirk… aah… ah–”
His erection is rubbing against the inside of his panties, on Dirk’s stomach,
and it’s not enough, and Dave feels Dirk fill him as he continues grinding
down, sparkles of pleasure making him shiver and feel like he’s ready to burst,
but every wave is not enough, and he just clings to Dirk, desperate and
demanding, and kisses him again.
Dirk’s hand trail down to his chest, tips caressing a nipple, pinching it and
making Dave grunt, but it’s still teasing and they both know it.
“Dirk… aah… I’m… I’m so close…”
Dirk doesn’t answer, only breathes harder as he thrusts his hips up, and all he
can feel is how tight and hot Dave is around him, how beautiful his screams
sound when he forces them to change position.
Dave goes down on the sofa without protesting, legs open and ready, fingers
moving from Dirk’s shoulders to the soft fabric of the couch, holding onto it,
and the thighs covering his legs are barely hanging on, stretched almost to
their limit.
He is beautiful, and Dirk grabs his legs at the knee and pushes them down,
until Dave is spread so far apart he could break.
“Yes,” Dirk murmurs, and it’s a wanton sound, mixed with desire and a greed so
powerful it turns his voice into a raw, raspy tone.
He presses Dave down into the couch until he’s so deep inside the other teen he
can feel the ripples of Dave’s shivering through his own frame. They’re close,
but the need, the desire to be closer hasn’t lessened.
He wants more, he wants to do more than just sink into Dave, he wants to see
everything of him and be everything Dave ever needs, and this hunger, this
thirst, is only validated when Dave’s lips find his own again.
Dave kisses him like he can’t get enough, desperate and so very much open, and
Dirk rejoices because Dave is just as thirsty as he is, his hunger is just the
same, and it equals his own.
When he starts thrusting again, Dave screams into the kiss, and arches his back
against him, demanding more.
His hands run to Dave’s stockings, stroking them and the skin underneath. He
can feel the heels Dave is wearing dig painfully into his butt and legs, but he
doesn’t care.
Dave is beautiful and screaming and he wants this to never end.
He thrusts deeper and harder, lost in the rhythm and in Dave’s voice, muttering
Dave’s name over and over, pressing kisses on every available surface.
“Dave… ah… Dave…”
“Yes, Dirk, fuck, ah– yes, please, there… harder–”
He has teased Dave enough, he knows that, so he sneaks one hand between them,
curling it around Dave’s unattended length, stroking it as he continues
thrusting into him.
It ends far too soon after that, with Dave clenching around him, tugging at the
couch and coming all over himself, his face scrunching up and then relaxing as
waves of pleasure rock him through his climax.
Dirk only lasts a few thrusts after that, because he can never resist the
blissed out expression Dave has when descending from his high, shivering and
panting as Dirk milks him, and then pressure and pleasure steal his breath away
and he comes.
The world whites out, and Dirk’s mind is blissfully empty as he rides his
climax, slumping on top of his spent lover, breathing hard and twitching.
Dave’s fingers caress through his hair, and Dirk has a hard time putting his
thoughts back together. He can feel Dave sigh softly and then chuckle, and
though he’s too out of it to share the amusement, he smiles in content.
He feels good. His body is hot and spent and he has Dave right where he wants
him, so he has no need to think. For now.
When he finally looks down, he finds the other teen smiling at him, the same
burning love he’s feeling reflected in red eyes.
The makeup on Dave’s face is all smudged up, his cheeks a healthy shade, and
Dirk presses his nose into the other teen’s collarbone, nibbling the skin and
enjoying the way Dave shakes and moans.
They stay like that for a while, simply resting and enjoying their shared heat.
They’ll have all the time to clean up, throwing away another pair of ruined
panties, and mourning the thighs if they end up having holes in them, and then
they will sleep, only to be woken up by one of Dirk’s robots, usually
SquareWave.
But for now, they cuddle idly on the sofa, sharing smiles and lingering
touches.
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