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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      MS_Paint_Adventures, Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider, Sollux_Captor/Dave_Strider, Karkat_Vantas/Dave
      Strider, bicycle!Dave/Everyone
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, John_Egbert, Sollux_Captor, Karkat_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      I_am_the_wall, I_am_offended, stop_that, Ew, what_is_that_stuff, WHY_IS
      NO_ONE_STOPPING_ME?, One_Shot_Collection, also_twin_dicks, screaming
      trolls, naughty_best_bros, surprise_twists_cause_I_had_an_IDEA, Dave_is
      the_porn_girl, also:_cum_inflation, apparently_that_is_a_thing_at_2_AM,
      comment_for_me_so_I_feel_motivation_to_crank_out_more_porn, i_need_it,
      Double_Penetration, I_should_stop_writing_in_the_wee_hours_of_the
      morning, I_get_weird_ideas, and_I'm_adding_to_the_reversed_harem, hope_no
      one_minds, I_have_THREE_more_I_want_to_add, Maybe_I'll_make_it_a_bicycle
      Dave, All_the_guys_and_Dave, I_should_do_that, Should_I_do_that, let_me
      know, I_KEEP_GETTING_PORN_IDEAS_WHY
  Series:
      Part 6 of FILLS_n_REQUESTS
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-17 Updated: 2013-10-17 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5355
****** Screaming Needy - A.K.A. - The Wall is Offended - A.K.A. - Don't Stop
******
by Momma
Summary
     1. "EGBERT! The fuck, man?"
     "Exactly!" the taller, broader, and suddenly looming other boy
     chirped in his annoyingly chipper voice that was way too happy. As
     in, like, what are you on, dude? "Fuck is exactly what I was talking
     about. As in, me. Fucking you."
     2. Until he does that, holy motherfucking brass balls, Batman, with
     his claws to your throbbing dick, when did that happen, your dick
     saluting the grand fucking audience, and slicing through your jeans
     because why not mutilate your clothes.
     3. Long, pale shaking fingers get your pants open and then your shirt
     off and finally untie your shoes to remove everything including
     socks. This other you whimpers as he presses against you, mouthing
     your collar bone and neck up to your mouth to not so much as kiss as
     ravage it. Sollux curses low, chittering beside you both before he
     hoists other you up and Holy motherfucking shit there are two dicks
     there, no wonder there is two of you...
Notes
     Based on this picture http://starrypier.tumblr.com/post/16328879765/
     haha-screaming-dave-nsfw-so
      
      
      
     I saw it and I just, I just need it ; w ; I'm partial to John, Bro,
     Karkat, or Sollox, I just want Dave being taken from behind so hard
     the wall is offended and being a hot, screaming mess because I have
     such a kink for Dave losing it like that.
      
     I couldn't resist? WHY isn't someone stopping me? BTW, the fuck-er is
     in the title of each chapter while the fuck-ee never changes. Just
     sayin'.
     (BTW, did three takes on this cause I figure if you can make Dave
     scream, he would be such a needy bitch and this really just makes me
     giggle in a naughty suspicious way)
***** John, You Crazy Bastard *****
John was being weird. Well, no, weirder than what was typical for the boy.
Though Dave did have to say John grew up nice and snazzy. Goatee, in that black
on pale creamy skin that made him look older than his sixteen years and wild
hair that was cropped short in tufts and a body to die for because he could,
actually, lift things along the line of Equius and fridges and easily Dave and
hold the troll/it/him there. Without ever moving. Just...held there. Suspended.
 
It was not a kink. It was NOT, damn it, so stop asking.
 
That included his dick, thank you very much, so stand down you fucker.
 
"DAVE! Hey, Dave, dude! Broski, what the hell is wrong with you? You keep
spacing out."
 
Dave blinked, a blush in his chest cause he was too cool to actually blush in
the face, and regarded his current obsession that really shouldn't be and damn
it, shut up, brain! "Sorry, Egbert. Just thinking of something pretty sicknasty
for later." As in, never, but that was all good. "What'cha askin' this time?"
 
John gave a small, evil, downright horrifying grin. That was not good. Or
right. Or...well, anything good anyway. "Egbert, what the fuck is with that
look?"
 
Dave suddenly being tackled to the wall was clue enough that something was
going through Egbert's mind, that Dave apparently gave consent through silence,
and that Egbert was going to take advantage of that. Possibly with much
guffawing and thrillingly terrifying stunts that Dave would want no part in.
 
Well, he was fucked, to say the least. "EGBERT! The fuck, man?"
 
"Exactly!" the taller, broader, and suddenly looming other boy chirped in his
annoyingly chipper voice that was way too happy. As in, like, what are you on,
dude? "Fuck is exactly what I was talking about. As in, me. Fucking you. For
experimental reasons. Which means often. We need to see if all the results are
conclusive. You didn't say no," here John palmed Dave through his pants and
realized that a pup tent was popped, "and then this popped up about the time I
said I would, might even, hold you down to fuck you senseless."
 
Dave was a little more than overwhelmed because this was NOT-a-Homosexual-John-
Egbert who was putting on moves and groping and oh gods, don't do that! "Dude.
Dude, seriously, what about not being homo or that shit?" Did his voice come
out even? It should have. It better have. He was NOT going to loose his cool
over this. "If this is for your Prankster's Gambit, so help me, I'll castrate
you. Just so you know."
 
John only grinned, buck-teeth suddenly not so cute as the boy leaned in too far
and they had a sudden sharpness that had to be light induced. Then, Dave was
sprawled out against the wall, hands splayed and feet apart as John dragged his
ass to the brunet's suddenly obvious boner in those horrible PJs that made
Fashionista's cry in outrage everywhere. His glasses started slipping, but when
he moved a hand to fix them, they were swatted and then placed back where they
were. So fucking unfair how tall Egbert was. Then, there was a hand in his
hair, dragging his head back, and weight on his hips pushing him forward so
that he had to keep his hands planted or face-plant. Then there was a hand at
his pants, prying them open, the tight jean material giving way far too easily
to the grabby appendage that was just barely pulling them down to the tops of
his thighs, boxers catching and coming down with them. Then, the weight was
gone, but only long enough to pull his pants and boxers down and oh, tap-
dancing smuppets or whatever, but his cock was still caught in his clothes and
that hand was not letting him free his cock...
 
"Just stay there, Dave. Just like that. Don't fight me on this, I will fuck
you, one way or another."
 
And, oh oh oh, that sounded ominous but right then, Dave was a little
preoccupied with being run rough-shod over. "Dude! Egbert! Not f-funny. FUCK!"
 
That, that asshole! He'd pinched Dave's nipple! And now he was laving his neck
and sucking and that was going to mark but like FUCK he currently cared. Wait,
yes, yes he did. Or, well, he should.
 
"JOHN! S-stop it!"
 
"But Dave," he murmured into flesh that was drawing into goosebumps, and Dave
shivered and made a sound that he really should not be making. He was supposed
to not be this damned easy. And then that hand not holding his hair was palming
him through his clothes and teasing and fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck it had
been a really really long time for anything. "You feel ready. Your body
is begging for me to fuck you, so why," kiss, "are," nip, "you," lick, "pro-,"
suck-pop, "test-," nibble, "-ing," bite, "so," kiss, "much?"
 
Dave would have hung his head had that hand - let go/pull/make me do something,
Egbert/John/fuck you, you dicktwat - let him go even the slightest but it had
not, not yet.
 
"Because a girl h-has to get in a to-token protesssssssst," Dave hissed, said
hand in hair releasing to smack his ass. Ohfuck, why did that make him feel
even hotter? "But you won't have hands if you keep that up."
 
John just laughed and ground again Dave, teasing him and being generally mean
in a sexual way. Then another nipple pinch, another swat, and Dave snarled.
Then there were was something going on and why was John kneeling and oh god-
 
John was rimming his ass and Dave was enjoying it and that squeak does not
count, he was unprepared, okay, and then there was a tongue doing naughty,
naughty things to his body that they shouldn't even contemplate doing cause it
should have been gross and he was so gogdamned hot right then he felt like he
was burning up and dying. Then...then a finger, eager and not very informed of
the slow concept but then there were teeth in his left cheek, sucking and a
hickey was born this day, on Dave Strider's ass, courtesy of John Egbert, and
that finger just touched something, and now he was humping air. And that
finger. Then a second one that hurt like a fucker, but was much slicker and
what was that on his ass? 
 
Dave could have turned to look, but he knew futility when he felt it. He just
hoped it was lube. Edible lube. Have the guy who was fucking him (up) die over
something stupid like poisoning from non-edible lube deserved to die
horribly...oh gogdamned, don't die Egbert, this was too amazing.
 
And then there was blowing and holy shit, it was cooling and heating in time to
his heart beat and probably should have stung and hurt but did not and then
John was back over him and his cock knocking on his backdoor for entrance, no
fee included in this ride, and Dave hung his head and whined when the taller
boy spread his legs more and then slowly pushed in, leaving him panting in a
mess and moaning half in pleasure-pain, half in blissed out endorphins that
were flooding him so hard and quick he was surprised he wasn't floating off
into the sunset, head first. Maybe cock first, actually. And then that magic
little flesh button that John had done messed Dave up with before was rubbed
and while not directly pressed, it still made his nerves sing and dance like an
old Black and White Musical from sexual hell, because this was suddenly not
going fast enough and John. John John John JohnJohnJohn, "JOHN!"
 
He gasped suddenly, the true Prankster from Gambit Hell seating himself fully
in one almost vicious thrust and then it was followed by another and then
another and soon Dave's Aviators were hanging just by the tips on his ears,
mouth opened as he gasped and moaned and panted and believe you me he was
telling no one, no one about his loss of composure, even on the receiving end
and no, Egbert didn't count-FUCKOHGOGDAMNEDYESJUSTLIKETHAT
 
"John, JohnJohnJohnJohn," Dave panted in litany, almost praying to John/Egbert
like a god he was, only not of Windy Powers, that's for sure. And then he
shifted angles, moving until Dave was rising on his toes because he had hit
Dave's Flesh Button again and there should be an off switch so the blond could
keep his cool, but then was glad there was no such thing and on his toes, until
he was pulled back, and then rode mercilessly by his com padre and best pal.
Over and over, stimulation over load and John kept going and what was he, the
Energizer Bunny? Because, normally, guys all around the world would have come
already and John had not and Dave had not because his cock was untouched and
trapped in his boxers and hard enough to made steel envious of his glorious man
handle and why not?
 
"John! John, please. PLEASE, let me cum," he begged, mouth moving very much
without his input and oh fuck yes, his mouth had the right ideas as John shook
and then pounded harder, making the blond slam onto his cock by holding his
hips and then lights were behind his eyes as his prostrate was hammered better
than John had ever fucked over a Grist imp and the friction of his clothes
enough to make him cum and almost black out. He was so high and that reedy
whine for attention was coming from his mouth only to turn into a scream as
everything exploded.
 
Then, John held him as they both slowed down, something hot and sticky coming
from his ass and that was fine, fine, and he didn't mind if it was like that
every time.
 
"Test successful. Next time, though, I'll make sure you cum without anything on
your dick, how about that?" John muttered into his ear and Dave was all for
that idea, fuck yeah...
***** That Blistering, Naughty, Hot Bastard : OR KK is Hot For Human *****
Karkat is a sack of bulges. You would say dicks, but he doesn't have the
traditional kind and calling him a bag of dicks doesn't offend him half as
much. Of course, you have also been laid the fuck up because John fucking
Egbert was a little too rough just how you liked it and your ass was a land of
Pain and Torture. SO, you hid in your room with the Egderp bringing you baggies
of ice and smirking and you throwing shit at him to make him stop, you
insufferable douchcanoe, GTFO. 
Today would be the third day anniversary that your anal virginity took a flying
fucking leap up Johns fucking body like a chimp with a tree and didn't give any
fucks whatsoever outside of being fucked. That's a lot of fucks, so does this
mean you didn't have any left to give? Welp, there is a Give A Fuck shortage in
Striderland and it is going to be a thing until it isn't. 
"Stopped hiding your shameglobes, you putrid defecation of stupidity?" 
Ah, Karkitty. How nice. Also, fuck off. "Hello, pussy cat. Nice to see your
vitriolic motor for stupid and inane is still in full-throttle. How can this
hot bod be of service to your darlin' catastrophic self?" 
When he grabs you in a headlock and forces you to frog-march into one of the
few blocks you actually tend to blitz some time in, you sigh. This mangy
bastard who was fucking packed with muscle, why were you noticing this was
snarling in sub-vocal levels only dogs and Trolls could hear at, pushes you
against the bench of the music room, your turntables over on the side, John's
full grand piano parked right behind you, the long bench under your still
tender ass, ow, fuck Egbert (yes please) and Rose's violin stand holding her
pride and musical joy. 
There is a glint in his eyes, turning slowly red, not rust, and dark with what
had to be the worst case of inflamed pupil dilation, man, need to get that
checked out, shit could be contagious, when he looms over you, hands going to
the closed case over the piano keys, blocking you in and you would feel pissed
if your ass was not up and screaming "Boy, get off me like that" with all the
fury of the Green Sun going super nova right in your sphincter. You can't stop
the hiss, black brows on a gray face crowding down into the default I See Your
Problem, The Cure It Is A Case Of Shut The Fuck Up. 
Yeah, you kind of don't whimper, tender bum all suddenly not hurting as
whatever muscles that were spazzing the fuck out finally stopped hurting. Huh,
Rose's (hypothetical) wizard slash had some merit. She was never to know, you
vow, using your posterior to slowly rock back, the feeling of NOT HURTING LIKE
ALL HELL FIRES was a nice thing, just a soft tense burn, pressure point massage
with chairs, that there would be a buck in your wallet. The feeling that it
wouldn't matter in about two minutes manifested as Karkat leaning in and
kissing you, your mouth opening automatically, you can't help that you're
sensitive like a virgin school girl, your mouth like a portal to your dick. 
You supposed the Not Hurting could also be adrenaline or endorphins because,
yes, fuck yes. Oh hey, a fuck to give, how nice. There must be Bunnyville in
your dick since that is possibly the reason why you now have a fuck to give.
Also, crazy troll that has fangs and claws is giving you lip service of the
naughty kind, children avert thyne eyes. 
Is it Fuck-A-Strider up in here? You don't think so, but this is something that
is definitely happening. Two guys in less than seven days, holy shit, you are
not a slut, not matter what Rose says, she is wrong, the pissy broad. 
"SHIRT THE FUCK OFF, YOU HUMAN DICK," Karkat bites out in a low but carrying
tone that actually makes your dick jump, what the ever loving fuck is with
that, before you smirk and do not do that thing. 
"No." 
His eyes narrow. A challenger, eh? Well, you will be a challenge, John got the
drop on you, he doesn't count (yes he does) because he is your best fucking lay
ever bro. This sack of bulges has been hate macking on your and John way too
long to let is be easy, something you are not (you actually are, you are
realizing because your ass is still sitting there, literally) and you will not
give him the satisfaction. 
Until he does that, holy motherfucking brass balls, Batman, with his claws to
your throbbing dick, when did that happen, your dick saluting the grand fucking
audience, and slicing through your jeans because why not mutilate your clothes.
Not like you're in room or anything. Not like you will have to walk a grand
total of ten minutes bare-bottomed to your room
and FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttttt-
You were not aware that he was able to take your dick in his mouth to the root
in one go, purring like an engine and making your loose your gog-damned mind
because purring on your dick should be a thing that never fucking stops. Hands
ruck up your shirt and you let it happen, slipping off to be thrown over the
bench, like he wants to be able to find it later for you, how considerate. 
You will realize much later that you moan like a whore on display and do not
give any fucks unless you are being fucked. It is a novel thing, when you
notice, because silence. It is you. Until someone starts purring a song on your
meat stick, yes, yes, yes, please don't stop, don't stop. 
It takes a grand total of thirty seconds for you to notice the absence of pants
and shoes and socks, because why not be thorough, and a heavily panting troll,
shucking his pants at least, releasing your dick with a deep whine from you to
throw his shirt over on the other side of the bench. Damn. Damn, he is ripped,
not human, pectorals with a bisection in the lower quarter, strings of muscles
in his stomach instead of the abs that humans sport, but that makes so much
sense, being as flexible and strong as he is, able to fucking flip like people
walk. They cross under more strands, those going around his sides to touch the
mid and small of his back, you guess, not seeing but decent at finding the weak
points and it is hard when your adversary is made to not have human weak
points, nothing overt to tear, nothing that will break with the series of rows
up and down and around; adamantium made hunks, they are aliens. 
Then he picks you up. He picks you up. He PICKS YOU THE FUCK UP, your kink
manifesting like a dumb ass Romeo moment, only a lot more pornographic than
that shitty play because, kids getting married, no, and he makes you kneel on
the piano bench and put your hands on the box housing the strings and makes you
whimper. 
There is a snkt of a cap being popped open and then a warm hand spreading your
ass open, fingers teasing with blunted claws (that is blunt? what the ever
loving fuck, there is no way) and making you shred your Ironic Cool Kid cred
without even a real protest, why. Warm wet fingers smear along your pucker,
making you hit a pitch unknown to man or troll, shaking as the idea of what to
come fucks with your head, and why is your kink so damned hard to shake, it is
like a Golden Retriever, only not so cute, and throwing it a bone is not a
thing you can do because this. This right here. Then he his pushing a finger in
and you are done, so done, there is nothing more done than you unless it is a
charcoal steak left on the grill, forgotten until, shit, we forgot, it is a
thing, only you remember all of it. It takes all of thirty seconds before he
adds another, moving slow and teasing and your are not happy at all, fuck no,
but then he is spreading them wide, cautious, and you make noises only heard in
porn with the best actresses. 
So when he takes them out, you spazz a little. "No, no nono, don't you fucking
dare, finish what you start, you asshoooOOOoooooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you
chant as something long and tapered starts to slither in, no curtain call, what
warning, there is no warning, you are the call girl that occasionally goes on
stage to literally be fucked before an audience, who cares, though, not you.
And you realize what Rose was saying, they have tentacles and you are the girl
in this hentai, and you are that one that loves it, because, yes. 
Then the tenta-dick gets suddenly wider, thrashing gently in your ass and
spreading you so wide it has to be obscene, and why hasn't Karkat said anything
in like forever, you don't know but he cannot stop, ever, you would die. You
will have combusted into a smoking crater of NEED and FUCK ME PLEASE. The dry
words of "You're doing fine on your own about that" kind of doesn't filter,
thumping in your ears making you sob as you push back, ass out, hands sweaty
and slick on the piano box, trembling something awful and not being able to
breathe, it feels too good and you might actually die from this, but what a way
to go, you think in a very small corner of your brain, one that is getting told
to shut the fuck up.
His hands are on your hips, holding your steady as he moves like a glacier,
tenta-dick pushing wider and wider, making your heart throb in your ass in the
best way, and you are never going to be able to sit down again, just not
possible, but who cares? When you feel him bottom out, so far inside it
probably should hurt, doesn't, feels too good, you reach for your cock. The
hands that suddenly pin yours again the box sharply, the strings twanging with
the reverberations and going up your arms and into your chest, making you
nearly swoon, way too much fucking input, how do. 
"NO HANDS, DAVE. JUST KEEP THEM RIGHT THERE," the troll purrs, literally, into
your ear and you whine and arch your back, feeling his alien dick curl all in
and roll in your ass and he is just so calm not fair, and you are this
shivering mess, easily made apparently, and then he hits your prostrate dead on
like bombs raining in on the bulls-eye, too much fire power and you don't know
if you pass out or not, but everything blanks out and your are held very still
when you have your senses back, but your dick still hard and your ass gaping a
little, because he pulled back, why would he do that, no don't, please keep
going, so good, so good it hurts in ways that make it better, don't STOP. "BACK
WITH ME?" 
You nod, whimper, coo as he pushes back in more roughly than earlier, eliciting
a sound of great pornographic evidence, that yes you like this a lot. 
"GOOD, BECAUSE I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU CUM AND THEN USE YOU LIKE A
PAIL," he husks all over your shoulder and neck in a thrumming voice
because purring and then that tentacle in your ass going wild, you screaming
something like "YES MORE" as you ride his dick, barely having the need to slam
against his hips with all of his dick in your hole and filling you up and
making you a fucking mess. Then, the tease, he starts thrusting, something he
obviously does not need to do but is anyway possibly to tease you until you
die. 
The suddenness of your orgasm is like a shooting star, white, hot, and all the
way from one end to the other before it even pauses, not a pause, a shift,
running on through and making you loose your gog-damned mind and forcing your
ass to ripple like a living thing separate from you, hungry, and that tenta-
dick is still there, egging you on until it's not, Karkat biting your shoulder
and your ass filling up with liquid heat that kept coming, holy shit, forcing a
dry second orgasm on the heels of the first. 
The two of you sit there, panting for breath and sweaty and gross and it is the
best thing, your dick not even touched and already you are a pro at cumming
without the proper stimulus. Not to mention that you are still being used as a
pail and Rose was not joking when she said coyly "They cum in buckets" like the
witch she is, annoying broad, belly getting tight, lots running down your leg,
until finally, it stops and Karkat is pulling away, no don't please, before
throwing your clothes over his shoulder and then picking your limp ass up and
hoisting you bridal-style as he made for the door. You suppose you should plea
for your darling self-privacy being displayed like this, but shooshing you is
too easy and you are aware you are blitzed as fuck and do not give any fucks
unless your are getting fucked. 
There was a pattern there, you could see it. At least you fell asleep before
you could become embarrassed. 
***** Thith Ith Hot, Why Ith Thith Tho Hot : OR Sol's Two Thing *****
Chapter Summary
     Sollux "gets it up" as it were.
You would be so done with this shit if not for the fact there were two guys
were literally waiting on you hand and foot and fetching you whatever you want
when you want because moving hurts. Well, not nearly as much now, then add in
the orgasms that literally make you white out, and you are fine with being
lavishly doted on. But today, you've had enough. ENOUGH. 
"If you two do not step off and let me take a moment, I will personally cause
you pain and torture your dumbasses!" 
It hadn't taken long, the two huddling off into the distance, looking back
every so often to you, face firmly in the NOPE, FUCK YOU end of your facial
expressions. When Karkat slumped petulantly, you felt a moment of triumph. When
John winked, that vanished like water in the desert. The light swat on your
pert, perfect, irresistible ass was damning. Time Powers could not help you
fuck your boyfriends (accept they did) or avoid being fucked with (because it
has to happen to retaliate) so you are looking over your shoulder the entire
time you are limping and perusing the world around you without a dick in your
ass. It's...weird not being pushed over a bench, a chair, or a counter top and
fucked ruthlessly only for another of you to pop in and be taken right in front
of you and is it incest when you kiss yourself or just a greater and more
awesome form of getting oneself off while boyfriends fuck you stupid? 
Hmmmmmm....
The sudden and inexplicable inability to move makes the air rush out of your
lungs. Oh, well, there went your adventure into parts well known but unseen in
weeks. The crawling red-blue static electricity let you know right quick who
the fuck it was. Damn it, no. No. NO. No no noNO. And then you're hoisted into
the air, Look, Ma, no hands, and your dick which should be running away is all
for this, already a tent in the bigtop. 
"Thollukth," you sass, and if it is breathless, no one heard that shit, got it?
And so you wait for a reply, but nothing is happening and little you is already
more than half-mast, fuck your kink to hell, and then there is a sharp hiss as
your side as Sol comes in to view, with another you, and he is debached
terribly already and you know this is going to happen because why the fuck
not. 
Long, pale shaking fingers get your pants open and then your shirt off and
finally untie your shoes to remove everything including socks. This other you
whimpers as he presses against you, mouthing your collar bone and neck up to
your mouth to not so much as kiss as ravage it. Sollux curses low, chittering
beside you both before he hoists other you up and Holy motherfucking shit there
are two dicks there, no wonder there is two of you...
Your legs are free and you only realize this when you are straddling yourself,
cocks lined against each other and bodies pressed tight and you are all three
floating off the ground, Sol grasping you both with hands and psionics and
pulling you close and he really is naked all the way, twin dicks curling on
themselves and making him so far from human you gasp when you come in contact,
cooler than you, but still so good. And he doesn't stop. He keeping pulling you
in and before you can wrap your head around it, he has a bulge wiggling into
your too hot, too tight, too needy ass, easy and slow and not enough. Other
you, Future You, is already down his tenta-dick, moaning like a whore which you
answer and when you try and slide down further, it is like a decent into
debauched Hell, only you willingly jumped on this band wagon, fuck yes, you'll
even play that awful banjo. 
He is not much slimmer than Karkat at the base, surprising with TWO tentacles
attached little more than an inch apart and you realize the only reason you
could slide all the way down was because other you was being lifted up and he
was going to be like Karkat, fucking you with his dick and not having to
thrust, but doing it anyway to fuck you mammalian brain into jello mush, the
kind that you get when sloshing your red jellato in your six year old, gap-
toothed mouth. Then his dick curls all the way in, tip touching your prostrate
and that's it. It's all over.
You scream as you try to cum, only there is a thin ring of blue around your
dick, holding you back and your counter part has a red ring that is lighter
than the flesh of his dick and you realize, suddenly, that the reason you had
yellow on your legs, your other you, was because Sollux had already cum but you
hadn't and it ratchets your need higher. At his point, you can't breathe for
want to finish and knowing you can't and your are mercilessly used and curled
and fucked and you both are bouncing and riding and loving every second of it,
trading sloppy kisses with your self and Sollux, bifuricated tongue and all.
The halt on your orgasm only makes you want it more and when a gentle spurt of
cool gold is released inside, Sollux pulls you over your own shoulder to
whisper in your ear. 
"Thirty-seven minutes, twenty seconds, nine milliseconds. Go." 
And you go and suddenly, you are the one taking off your other's clothes and
are shaking with the need to cum and it is wholy unfair to make you wait over
an hour, you are going to die and you will love it. This time it is red around
your dick, holding you back, and blue around his and you watch yourself fall
apart and become desperate, but you are more so now, sobbing as the curl-curl-
thrash in your ass along with the actual mammal fucking instinct ruins you. It
is after he sends other you back when he picks you up and holds you over both
dicks that have curled around each other like a giant drill that you are being
pulled down on to and you can't help but scream and sob, composure so far
afield it is myth to your legend, and you come to suddenly know why he has
fucked you so long, so that when it go to this, it would make you so damned
needy, you would let him do anything to you without a word of anything
but PLEASE, PLEASE, yes, fuck, PLEASE...
It hurts when he bottoms out this time, twice as thick as Kitty and if those
two ever decide to fuck you like this, dicks side by side, you know you can
take it now. You white out for a while, mind so blank as to be not there. When
you do blink yourself back into being, Sollux is facing you now, tip of his
dicks in your ass and you whimper, legs wide and you are getting sore and do
not give any fucks, who cares hands coming to wrap around his shoulders, yoru
own hips pushing down as his double tenta-dicks fill you up again, that absent
hollow feeling being pushed back by the absolute fullness, you don't think you
could ever be so full otherwise, now. 
It is tender, when he breaks you, when he devours you by using you so gently,
and when he lets you cock go the moment he stiffens, you wail when you cum,
thick white ropes all over his chest and yours and the floor from where you two
are still floating. Your belly, this time, actually takes on a fullness not
unlike being sick, but in the best way as you are used as a bucket. You never
notice when you make it to your room with Karkat and John, the two smiling at
your kitten like vapidness as Sollux hovers literally through the door and to
the bathroom. It is going to be a while before you can walk. 
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