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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Alpha_Dave_Strider/Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      Alpha_Dave_Strider, Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      ponyplay, mild_punishment, Painless_Punishment
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-12 Words: 1948
****** Steady, Pumpkin ******
by hollyblue
Summary
     hmmm maybe dirk is found playing with himself when he wasn't allowed
     to so he gets punished?idk what that would be called in a kink„hM
     also ponyplay
Dirk’s fingers ran down his sides, in a touch almost light enough to tickle
himself. His head dropped forward with a sigh as his hands reached his hips,
sliding under his shirt and lifting it slowly. Shrugging it over his head, he
let it drop to the floor. Bringing his hands lower, he pressed lightly against
the front of his jeans, biting his lip at the pressure on his hard dick.
Still gently teasing himself, he rubbed a slow circle along the front of his
pants, right where the head was, and groaned lowly, uncovered eyes fluttering
shut. He’d taken off his pointed shades and set them carefully to the side, on
the nightstand. Gradually, he started to rock his hips forward, free hand going
to unbuckle his belt.
“Dirk.”
The blond froze, hands still on his pants. Slowly, he raised his head and
looked over to his door, where his elder brother was standing, leaning against
the frame. Swallowing hard, Dirk shifted from his kneeling position to just
sitting on the edge of the bed. "Bro-" Before he could say another word. the
other Strider was in front of him, pinning his wrists down. "Did I ever say you
could do this?" Shaking his head, Dirk looked away.
Initially, Dirk has started the relationship, but as it turned out, Dave was
the best damn dom he'd ever met. A hand on his cheek brought his attention back
to his brother, orange eyes meeting blank shades. "You know what happens next?"
Feeling a faint blush coming to his face, he nodded, shifting to try to relieve
the tightness in his pants. Dave stepped back, arms crossed. "Go get your
gear."
Heartbeat picking up, he stood unsteadily and walked to the closet. Kneeling,
he pulled out a nondescript box, flipping off the lid and pulling out what was
inside. First was a faux leather harness, made for humans, accompanied by a
bridle and bit gag. Next came a short horsetail, topped by a black plug. By
then Dave was behind him, crouching and kneading Dirk's hips. "Keep going,"
came a murmur in his ear, and he obeyed, removing the final item- a pair of
boots, shaped to look like a horse's hooves.
Starting to stand, he was pushed back down by Dave, hands pressing down on his
shoulders. "Stay," he was ordered, and the tack was taken away, set on the bed
along with a bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer. Trying to remain
motionless, eyes closed, he nevertheless jumped when he felt a light touch on
his face, pleather sliding over his cheeks and a rubber bit slipping into his
mouth. The stud on his tongue kept the muscle from moving, preventing speech
outside of animalistic noises.
His brother's hands came to his waist to undo his belt, tugging it out of the
loops and dropping it on the floor. His jeans were unzipped and slowly removed,
leaving his boxers, creamsicle orange and tented. Dirk let out a low moan when
Dave's warm hand wrapped around his cloth-covered erection and moved slowly
back and forth, hips twitching forward. It only lasted a moment, though, lips
pressed against his neck as the hand pulled away. "Ready for more?"
Dirk nodded fast, unable to speak through the bit gag, and Dave started to
arrange the harness on his body. The younger boy was trembling by the time it
was on, a wet patch growing steadily larger on his underwear. "Steady," Dave
chuckled, running his fingers through his spiked blond hair. Grabbing the lube
from the bed, he popped the cap open, making Dirk jump.
"Hands and knees," he said, and the boy complied quickly, dropping to all fours
with his head down. Dry fingers ran down his back and stopped at the base of
his spine, tracing little patterns along the skin. “Relax,” Dave said softly,
slowly pulling his boxers off. After a moment, his hands returned, the clean
one gripping his waist gently, the other brushing slickly against his entrance.
He expected fingers to start pressing in right away, but instead one just
circled around, letting him settle down before it tried to slide into his body.
Dirk’s breath hitched when it finally did so, just the tip of Dave’s finger
moving past the ring of muscle. Staring at his hands, he took deep, deliberate
breaths, staying relaxed to make the process go that much faster.
The digit slid deeper, pressing against his inner walls, then retreated, more
lube applied before it thrust shallowly back in, going back and forth for a
minute until he was loosened enough to take a second one. When they spread
apart, he gasped, biting back a moan and jerking his hips forward to try to get
friction on his neglected cock.
Dave’s free hand came down on his ass with a slap, and he cried out. “Don’t
move.” Head dropping lower, he shuddered, groaning low in his throat. Fingers
kept stretching him, soon going up to three, then pulling out and leaving him
empty. “Nnah…”
“Shh, I got you.” Something that wasn’t fingers- the plug, he realized- pressed
against his opening, cool and slippery, and slid in, settling in so Dirk could
feel the long hairs brush against his calves. He was tempted to shake his hips
to make them sway, but knew Dave would punish him for it.
His brother’s hand fisted in the harness and pulled, bringing him up to his
knees. “Put the hooves on, Pumpkin.” He slid his feet out from under himself
and pulled the heavy boots closer, tugging them on and standing up at Dave’s
prompting. Wobbling slightly at first, he soon gains his balance, walking to
the bed and kneeling at the foot, Dave sitting in front of him.
Dave reached down to undo the bridle, letting the bit slide out of his mouth.
“You know what to do?” Dirk nodded, leaning forward and lifting his hands, but
his brother stopped him. “Good ponies don’t have hands, remember?” The reminder
made his dick twitch, and he set his hands on his thighs, using his mouth to
undo the button and pull down the zipper on the elder Strider’s jeans.
Once his (pierced) cock was free, he set to work, licking up the shaft and
wrapping his lips around the tip, slowly taking him into his mouth. Each of the
three rungs of his ladder caught on his lips, tugging enough to make Dave moan
softly before it went past. One of his best tricks was his control of his gag
reflex, so he could take the other’s dick halfway down his throat and swallow
around it.
Looking up at Dave with his lips wrapped around the base made him moan, one
hand resting in his gelled hair. It was barely a minute after that when his
brother tugged him off, letting him cough and wipe away drool. “Wasn’t gonna
last much longer,” he confessed, kneeling on the floor beside Dirk and putting
the bit back in his mouth.
The younger boy whined when Dave reached down to ghost his fingers over his
length, hard and dripping clear precome down the shaft. His eyes begged
silently, breath coming in shallow pants, then faster when Strider the elder
took pity on him and wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping him slowly.
It was still enough to make him moan, and struggle not to move his hips. “Good
pony,” Dave murmured, petting down his head to his back. “Do you want your
reward now?” He nodded frantically, arching his back into the touch despite
Dave’s orders. Forgiving the disobedience, he shifted closer, grasping more
firmly though keeping the same slow pace.
When he kept it like this for several seconds more, Dirk started shifting
slightly, biting down on the bit and rocking his hips. As soon as he noticed,
Dave pulled back, getting a cry of loss from his ‘pony.’ “No,” he said sternly.
“I saw that.” He stood and walked across the room, taking a different box from
the closet and digging in it for a moment before pulling out a small pleather
ring.
Seeing it, Dirk made a small sound of alarm, but decided not to use his hand
signal to make the other stop. He still winced and closed his eyes when it
snapped on over his cock, keeping him from coming any time soon. “Think it’s
time I got something for how nice I’ve been,” Dave decided, moving to stand
behind Dirk. “Up.” He scrambled to his feet, starting to turn to face him, but
a sharp “No,” stopped him.
So he stood facing the bed, gasping around the bridle when he felt wet fingers
touching his already-stretched entrance, pressing inside and opening him up
further. Each additional finger made him whine, until he was taking three extra
fingers along with the rubber plug.
“You want me to fuck you now? My nice pony? You’ve been good, though not as
good as you could be. Dunno if you deserve it, really.” Dirk let out a sobbing
breath, achingly hard. “But hey, I’m a generous guy, right? Why not give
Pumpkin what he wants?” He moaned in relief when one hand pushed down on his
lower back, making him bend and put his arms on the bed. Dave nudged his feet
apart until he was practically displaying himself, then pressed down on the
plug, leaving room for his cock to slide in.
“Feels so good,” he groaned, pushing lightly into Dirk. Once he was in to the
base, he paused for a moment, enjoying the borderline needy sound the boy made.
When the noise edged into desperate, he started to move again, dragging out
slowly and back in against at the same speed.
Dirk finally pushed his hips back into Dave’s, who took it as the cue to move
faster, grip on his waist tightening. He gradually sped up, until their hips
met with a slap of skin against skin each time, both of them making noise now,
though Dirk was louder.
Hunching over ‘Pumpkin’s’ back, he nipped at his shoulder, drawing a yelp from
him. “Gettin’ really close,” he panted, thrusts getting erratic and shallower.
Dirk moaned and arched his back, deliberately tightening around Dave’s dick to
make him growl, bite down on his shoulder and come, hips jerking into him as he
came wet and hot inside him.
Slowly, Dave pulled out, using the plug to hold in his release. “You wanna come
now?” he practically purred into Dirk’s ear, who nodded, tossing his head like
a horse would. “Gotta ask nicely.” He sat on the bed, grabbing a towel off the
bed to clean himself off.
Dirk hesitated, then crawled on his hands and knees to Dave, nudging against
his knee and whining, looking up at him plaintively. “Well, alright,” he
relented, pulling his brother up by the bridle. “Steady, now.” He popped open
the catch on the cockring, and Dirk came with a cry, shuddering as he emptied
himself in spurts onto the towel Dave held for that purpose.
Collapsing slowly onto the bed, he was caught by Dave, who had folded up the
towel- keeping the mess inside- and wrapped his arms around him, holding him
close. “Okay?” he asked, unbuckling the bridle and pulling it off. Dirk worked
his jaw for a moment, then nodded, voice rough. “Okay.”
“Let’s get you to the shower before you pass out,” Dave suggested. He helped
Dirk out of his tack, setting it on the bed to be cleaned and put away later,
and guided him to the shower, where, it turned out, they were both definitely
up for a round two.
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