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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Bro_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Somnophilia, Incest, Sweet_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-02 Words: 1917
****** Wonderful Wakeup.. ******
by nonamehux_(orphan_account)
Notes
     I am trash. Specifically Stridercest trash so instead of writing my
     gamkar i wrote my ticket to hell.
It's around four in the morning when you get home. It's late enough that Dave's
asleep. [i.]Dave. [/i.] Your blood starts to race at just the thought of him. 
You resist the urge to peer into your room where you know you'll find him
passed out in your bed; he's slept there since you started this thing. You
don't quite know what to call 'fucking your kid brother' especially when it's
more than that, but you just call it a thing because you're too damn scared to
name it. You don't hesitate as you walk passed your room, the door cracked the
slightest bit, instead going straight to the shower.
~*~*~*~
When you get out you throw on your underwear, and make your way down the hall. 
Then you're at your door, putting a hand on the door only to stop. Reviewing
the talks you had early today and the days before with Dave. 'He agreed to
this, he said you could, it's okay.' You push on the door and step inside,
shutting the door behind you purely on reflex.
It's darker in your room than the rest of the apartment. Only the light from
your computer screen partially illuminating the room. Still you can see the out
line Dave's body in your bed. Dave's laying on his stomach, and you can see the
side of his face peeking out from the blankets. You let your eyes roam over his
covered body, he's only fifteen still stuck in the awkward growth spurts and
voice cracking phase. You step up to the edge of the bed and push the blanket
back far enough to run your hand through his platinum hair. He doesn't react
and you push the covers down further. The blankets gather around his waist
revealing his bare torso and the top edge of his boxers. You trace your
fingertips lightly down the ridge of his spine and feel the goose bumbs prickle
on his skin, but he doesn't react otherwise.
Your eyes are glued to the small dimples in the dip of his spine, and you have
to resist the urge to just rush this just wake him up and screw him into
oblivion. But no, you want to drag this out, enjoy the peaceful look on his
face and the soft pliantness of his body. When he's awake he's always holding
back, keeping a piece of himself locked away. Tearing your eyes and hand away
from his alarmingly pale skin and pull open a drawer on your bedside table.
It's filled with what you'd expect to find in a horny, gay 30 something year
old man's night stand: sex toys, condoms, and lube galore.
You fish out a bottle of lube and make sure to close the drawer noiselessly.
You carefully crawl into your bed, making as much effort as possible to keep
quiet (even though you know Dave's a heavy sleeper).  You move to gently
straddle his hips, keeping the majority of your weight on your own legs so as
to not wake him. You drop the lube onto the bed beside you and admire the
sleeping teen beneath you. You can't believe he agreed to his, to let you touch
him when he's so vulnerable and defenseless.
You lift off of him and push the blankets down until they're low enough to
kick; gently letting your hands explore his soft thighs. Dave let's out a
unintelligible mumble and you freeze. He's  quiet for the next few moments
before you start up again. Sliding a hand under Dave's bony hip and lifting him
so you can carefully pull down his record patterned boxers. You one handedly
manage to get them down to his thighs before letting his hip fall back into
place. You smootgly tug them the rest of the way down. You sit admiring the
soft,round ass of your brother before deciding you'd much rather feel it
clenching around you.
Picking up the lube you coat one of your fingers, and tease the sensitive skin
of his inner legs. You push a squishy cheek aside and squeeze out another small
glob of the fluid on his taint.  Your finger teases the wrinkled flesh of his
entrance before slowly pushing inside.
~*~*~*~
You've got three fingers inside of Dave, pumping gently in and out of him.
Occasionally, he lets out the softest, sleepfilled sounds but he's not awake.
You're surprised he still hasn't woken up, but you guess its a good thing since
you are able to finishing prepping him quicker than usual. When you feel him
fully relax around the fingers inside him you pull out.
He's still laying on his stomach and as much as this position is pleasing,
because who wouldn't want to look at his twink ass, you carefully roll him
over. You want to see his face as he wakes up with you inside him, to watch the
sleepy recognition and pleasure flitter across his features.
One side of his face is covered in sheet marks and you refrain from laughing at
how sweet he looks. It makes your stomach do weird ass flips, damn this kid for
getting to you. You lean over him and press a soft kiss to his parted lips,
your hands ghosting down his flanks. He shifts at the feather light touch on
his sides. You smirk to yourself and resist tickling him. Sitting back you push
his legs farther apart, moving between them, and squirting a generous amount of
lube into your hand slick your previously ignored erection. You wipe the excess
on your thigh and line your cock up with Dave's entrance.
You start to push inside him, groaning at the soft heat clenching around you.
When you're half way sheathed inside him, he begins to stir. You can feel his
muscles clench around you and the confused groan he makes is precious. You lean
over him shallowly thrusting your hips but not moving any further inside, "Shh,
Dave, baby relax," you whisper in his ear and he wakes up a little more. You
stare down at his sleep flushed face as he blinks dazedly, "Bro?"
You press soft kisses along his jaw and push more of your cock inside him and
he gasps a soft shocked sound, "Oh." Smirking into the skin of his neck, you
refrain from making the smart ass comment that's on the tip of your tongue.
"Just relax bro," You mouth at his neck and he keens quietly under you. When
your pelvis is pressed tight against his you freeze to let him adjust. His thin
hands tangle clumsily in your hair and he halfheartedly tries to pull you down,
and you comply swooping down and kissing his mouth all soft and sweet. You
break the kiss but don't move apart, just lay there forehead to forehead mouths
brushing with every breath.
"You okay enough for me to move?" He takes a moment to realize what your
asking, still mostly in a sleep haze, but nodding just the smallest bit. So you
start to move softly thrusting. You're moving slow but with force and it feels
different, more intimate with him cocooned in the daze between sleep and
reality becoming more aware with every snap of your hips. Every breath from him
is  a beautiful symphony and you want to hear them more, want to be drowned in
his unguard noises of pleasure. You pick up a bit of speed from the torturous
pace you're going but not too aggressive.  You want to keep the sweet
atomsphere that's around the two of you. Dave let's out a strangled sob as you
brush against his prostate.
You angle yourself so you brush it near every thrust. You pull your head back
and look down at him as he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. You groan and
lean your face back down, hips making a wet smack as you thrust into him. It's
all too much and for once you can't seen to keep hold of your mouth.
"I love you, so fucking much, I love you," You've never said it before never
out loud; he's woken up completely by now and he goes still taking in your
words. You freeze fully sheathed inside him and worry that you fucked up.
You're almost ready to stop when he speaks his voice only a hoarse whisper from
sleep, "P-please say it again."
You inwardly sigh with relief and begin to move again enjoying the moan that
tears through his lips, "I love you." There's a loud sound of skin on skin as
puntucuate the words with a strong thrust.
"A-again"
"I love you, Dave, I love you." Your hips are moving in nice slow but strong
thrusts.  You can feel him trembling beneath you. Dave's hands are almost
painfully gripping your blonde hair and you kiss him, tongue coaxing his to
move with yours. When you pull back to let him breathe you can tell by the
heave of his chest how close he is, and your hand snakes down and pumps him in
time with your thrusts.
"Fuck, mmh, Bro! f-fuck I love you too," Dave's voice is cut off as you nail
his prostate directly. Thrusting his cock into your hand. Dave comes with a
loud groan and covers your hand with his semen. Overwhelmed you nuzzle into the
side of Dave's neck, biting as his ass clamps down around you sending you into
orgasm. Your cum paints  the walls of Dave's ass to mark him as yours.
Carefully, you pull out of him, but only manage to land partially off of him
before giving up and wrapping your arms around him. Dave makes a soft noise in
complain, but quiets when you kiss him with just a hint of roughness bleeding
through.
His voice filters through to you just as you're on the cusp of sleep, "We are
so doing this again."
You and the lil' man are drifting halfway asleep when his alarm goes off. You
both groan. Dave fumbles blindly to smack it off, but the peaceful environment
has been broken. Dave has to go to school and you have to your day job. You
slowly sit up and scrub a hand over your face.
"C'mon Lil' bro we got shit to do." You hop out of his bed only slightly slower
than if you were fully awake. Dave's still laying near catatonic, and you
chuckle and let yourself smile. It's a genuine expression gracing your face
because your brother is cute, and wow, when did you let this little shit under
your skin. Your brain annoyingly supplies an answer of, 'He's always been
there, always.'
You grab on to one of his wrists, and pull him up despite the low groan of
protest he makes.
"Get up we've got a shower to take." You give him a kiss that's sweet enough
the ironic part of your brain protests, so you up the ante a bit by sliding
your tongue into his mouth. (cringing only a bit because morning breath.) You
take your time mapping out his mouth. When you finally pull back he's staring
at you with dazed crimson eyes.
You laugh and flashstep to the bathroom with only a quiet, "Don't take too long
or I'll start with out you."
As you step under the spray of the shower you can hear the hurried thumps of
feet getting closer and smirk to yourself. Today is going to be a good day.
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