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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Light_Bondage, Blindfolds, The_Full
      Yaois, Sibling_Incest, nyeeeehhhhh, How_Do_I_Tag, Alternate_Universe_-_No
      Sburb_Session, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-22 Words: 2879
****** Wrong, but Right ******
by MutantofTime
Summary
     "You knew it was wrong in some form, on some level, yet you just
     couldn't get yourself to stop. Your name is Dave Strider, and you
     have hopelessly fallen in love with your own brother."
Notes
     Whelp, I'm here with some Stridercest written for dave-is-ironically-
     cool on tumblr! That's pretty much all that I have to say right now.
     Don't expect new shit or updates on anything for a little while. I
     might head out to California for a couple weeks and I'm currently
     working on a big fanfic that I won't be posting for a while. Not
     until it's finished or almost finished or I'll never update it.
     ANYWAYS! Enjoy this Stridercest. :D
     Disclaimer: I don't own the Homosuck.
You knew it was wrong in some form, on some level, yet you just couldn't get
yourself to stop.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you have hopelessly fallen in love with your own
brother.
You pretty much hate yourself for it, you really do. But there is literally
nothing you can do to stop these feelings. All you can do is comply.
You are too desperate, too needy as you lie down on your bed. You have to do
this, no matter how wrong it seems to be.
You get comfortable, lying on your back with nothing but your boxers on. You
decide to be a major tease to yourself, as 'punishment'. Slowly, you slide your
hands down your sides, over the inside of your thighs and back up again. Not
once do you lay a finger on the place that really needs it. You bite your lip,
holding back a groan. You can't believe you were this hard already, just from
your stupid thoughts. You hadn't even touched yourself yet!
You trace your hands down and up again, this time scratching lightly on the way
up. You then let your left hand fall to the side, your right hand tracing
circles over your nipple of the same side. You give it a light pinch before
moving onwards, slowly moving down, fingers brushing over your slightly toned
abs. Your hand stops at the waistband of your boxers, and you slip three
fingers just underneath it, biting your lip as you feel your cock throb with
need. You finally give in, hand closing around the shaft and pulling yourself
out.
You hiss as the cooler air from the air conditioning hits you, and slowly work
your hand up the shaft, gasping as you do so. You let your thoughts wander as
you do this, wander to your brother, Dirk. You close your eyes, imagining that
it was Dirk's hand on your cock, and not yours. You imagine the things he could
do to you, the things he would do to you if you weren't his brother. If you
were someone else.
You know he has a control fetish. He likes to tie people up, blindfold them,
order them around, berate them, even. You know this because it was like he
didn't even try to be quiet when he had his boyfriend, Jake, over. Well, ex-
boyfriend.
With these thoughts in mind, you don't realize how you pick up the pace. You
wouldn't mind being the sub to his dom. As much as you talked big, you were all
bark and no bite. You'd hadn't even had sex before, you didn't really have all
the ladies swooning. Matter of fact, you couldn't say you were really all that
into girls. Especially now. You liked to entertain the idea that if you had a
male partner, he might indulge in your kinks. You know Dirk would. You want
Dirk to.
You want Dirk to restrain you, take away your senses, dominate you, tease you
until you're begging, make you absolutely squirm. Make you scream his name
until you couldn't anymore. You wanted him bite and scratch and mark you, you
wanted him to make you his bitch. God, the thought of it just pushed you that
much closer to edge. You needed this,fuck you needed this. But unfortunately,
it was in your mindset that it was just something you couldn't have.
You let slip a moan by accident, bucking into your own hand desperately. You
were so close, so close. You moaned again, this time Dirk's name, but fuck if
you cared. Just a few more strokes...
"Dave?" you heard someone faintly call from the other side of your bedroom
door. You wanted to ignore them, you wanted to just finish this
because fuck you needed this, you were almost there...
But alas, you couldn't ignore them. Not when they were the person you were
fantasizing about, not when they were opening the door and-
Shit.
You freeze, your hand holding it's firm grip on your cock, and you make no move
to cover yourself up. You just feel your face mirror Dirk's, red and heated and
completely caught off guard.
"Uh.." so eloquent, aren't you? You still don't move. Dirk bites his lip kind
of nervously, and the sight makes your cock jump and you breathe out a subtle
moan of his name.
Dirk narrows his eyes at you through his shades, frowning. Fuck, he heard.
"Did you just fucking moan my name?" he asks, pushing the door open a little
further and crossing his arms.
Your heart is beating a million times faster, and you scramble to find the
right words. Which you can never do in situations like these.
"Look, I didn't ask for this either," you snap. Dirk was never a thick headed
one, and he catches onto the meaning right away. You expect him to make a
snarky remark, turn away and slam your door or something, but he does the
complete opposite. He steps inside, closing the door quietly behind him. No
words are exchanged as he approaches you.
You can't help the small keening noise you make when he slips his shades off,
setting them on your bedside table. His eyes are much more lust filled than you
expected them to be.
Dirk makes quick work of his own shirt before climbing on top of you,
straddling you. You look up at him, biting your lip and completely speechless.
He actually growls lowly in his throat before leaning down, kissing you
roughly. You are quick to return the kiss, and you don't even try to fight for
dominance when he forces his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it, sucking on
it and swirling your own around his. You roll your hips upwards against his,
and Dirk immediately pulls back from the kiss, looking down at you with a face
of almost no expression. But you can see the lust, you can see the want, you
can see all this shit you didn't know he had. For you.
He moves his mouth along your jaw and down your neck, licking and sucking and
biting. Whenever he bites, it's almost hard enough to draw blood, but he sucks
on the wound lovingly afterwards. It seems his favorite place to bite is your
shoulder and the juncture where your collarbone and neck meet. You groan loudly
with every mouth ministration he applies to you, and you grip your sheets
tightly in your hands.
You were right on the edge, having almost reached it yourself before Dirk
interrupted. Unfortunately, the attention he was giving you right now was
turning you on, keeping you close, but not quite pushing you over. You whined,
looked at Dirk with half lidded eyes.
"Safe word," he mumbles at you. You're confused at first to what he means until
he grips your wrists in his hands and restrains them with a handkerchief.
"Cereal," you say the first word that comes to mind, earning a snicker from
your brother. But that's all it is, a snicker before he blindfolds your
shadeless eyes, kissing you quite roughly afterwards. You can't help the shiver
that rolls through your body. He knows just how to tear you apart, and he
probably doesn't even realize it.
You gasp, grinding your hips upwards against his and relishing in the sensation
of pleasure it provided. Dirk doesn't react negatively this time, and grinds
his own clothed hips down against yours in a reciprocated movement. His lips
are still on yours, and you groan into his mouth.
Suddenly, he pulls away, and you hear a lot of shuffling around before he
returns, and you realize that he'd ridden himself of his clothes. You decided
that you liked it better this way, even if you couldn't see him. That bothered
you in the slightest, but you wouldn't pitch a fit about it. You were mature
(enough) and you could handle it.
Your train of thoughts is deftly derailed as Dirk kisses down your neck, biting
every now and then and making you squirm beneath him. You were sure to be
covered in marks by the time he was done. He moved quickly, making his way down
your body, spending a few moments giving special attention to your nipples, and
you're surprised that he didn't bite those, too. You are too busy being deep in
your thoughts to realize where Dirk had gotten, and only realize it when you
feel the warmth and wetness around your cock. You groan. Your cool can really
only be lost to your brothers, around your brothers, or your closest friends.
But even then, only to a certain extent. But here, you're completely unwound,
almost nothing but a moaning mess because of your brother.
Your bring your hands down until you find Dirk, burying a hand in his hair.
It's a lot softer than you'd think, taking into consideration all of the gel he
uses in his hair. Your thoughts are brought away from that though. He sucks
harder, deep throating you and moaning around your length, and you are gasping,
trying to warn Dirk.
"F-fuck, Dirk, I'm gonna-hnnng," you say, and just as the first bouts of
pleasure flow through you, it's abruptly stopped. You pop your eyes open, even
though you know you won't be able to see anything, and feel Dirk tugging your
balls down. So that's why you didn't come. You groan, and you don't know
whether it's out of frustration or pleasure, because your brother keeps your
testicles pulled down as he continues sucking. You buck your hips, whimpering.
"D-Dirk, please, shit..."
He pulls off of you, ceasing in touching you completely, and you make a sound
of protest. You hear Dirk get off the bed, rummaging around in your bedside
table drawer for what he knows he'll find. He soon returns, pressing a slick
finger to your entrance without warning, and you flinch. He manages to get it
past the first ring of muscle though, and you force yourself to relax, even
despite how nervous you are. You realize that Dirk is pretty much silent, and
he normally isn't so from what you've heard from him and Jake, and wonder why
he's kept quiet. Maybe he's nervous too. You wouldn't be surprised, he's just a
lot better at hiding that kind of thing than you are, you have to admit.
Dirk works his finger inside you as far as it can go before moving it around,
curling it a bit, and it makes you wriggle around, small noises coming out of
you. You want to be able to see what he's doing, to see the look on his face as
he finger-fucks your ass, but you know that isn't happening, so you have to
settle for using your imagination. You imagine his face would be flushed, his
orange eyes glowing with lust, maybe his tongue sticking out of the corner of
his mouth in heated concentration. You imagine the little smirk on his face as
you wiggle around, trying to get him to add a second finger. He does, slowly,
and you feel the burn of it, but it makes you moan.
You imagine how he would lick his lips as he scissors you, how he would bite
his lip as he tries not to make any sounds of pleasure or need from the sight
of you. You don't need to imagine that, you can here his struggle, the little
whimpers that come out of him. You take notice of how he's sort of rushing the
process of stretching you. It hurts a little, but that's alright, it's the good
sort of hurt. He groan, rocking your hips onto his fingers as he adds a third,
and that's when he speaks up.
"You like that, don't you? You're just a little slut, aren't you Dave?" Dirk
asks in the most sexy voice you've ever heard from him. You answer with a
whine, proving his point. You have to admit it's starting to feel good.
You let out a little noise of disapproval when Dirk slips his fingers out of
you, until you realize that they're going to be quickly replaced. You hear your
brother uncap the lube bottle again, obviously coating his dick, and then you
feel it press against your entrance. You turn your head to where you think
Dirk's face would be, and you mouth is slightly ajar. Your brother takes
advantage of this, kissing you and sliding his tongue into your mouth. It's
gentler than before, but only to make up for the fact that he's pushing into
you now, and the initial pain almost brings tears to your eyes. You whimper,
and not in the good way, either. Dirk pulls away from the kiss, shooshing you
and kissing down your neck. He mumbles words of encouragement as he keeps
pushing forward.
"Shh, Dave it's okay, you'll be okay. The pain will go away."
Dirk isn't one to normally offer words of comfort, so you relish in it while
you can, trying to ignore the growing pain in your ass. Eventually, he's fully
seated inside you, and he gives you a few moments to adjust. In these few
moments, you realize that your own dick has pretty much gone limp. You're not
sure that you actually care at this point, and you don't bring attention to it.
Dirk either doesn't notice, and doesn't care at the moment. You don't know how,
but you finally find the words of permission your brother is looking for,
because even he isn't that much of a douche.
"M-move.."
He obliges, starting slowly at first, but soon working up a rhythm. You really
aren't all that into it until Dirk starts dirty talking to you again.
"You just love this, don't you Dave? You like it when I make you feel dirty,
you like my cock inside you, you like this...this immoral incest," he whispers
in your ear, before biting into your neck. You moan loudly, having to admit
that fuck, this was turning you on a lot. It was like, everything he said was
true. You knew it was. The idea of doing such a morally wrong act and possibly
getting caught and receiving consequences for it was very exciting to you. You
liked it, a lot.
On Dirk's next thrust, he hit a spot inside you that made your vision flash
white behind your blindfold, and you arch your back, almost screaming your
brother's name. Said brother must've realized what he hit, because he aims for
that spot on his next thrust, and the thrust after, repeatedly and relentlessly
sending waves of pleasure through you. Just when you thought you'd burst, he
reaches for your dick, standing up at attention once again, and starts pumping
it in time with his thrusts.
"Fuckfuckfuck Dirk shit hnng," you mumble, not able to form coherent sentences,
just wanting to voice your pleasure anyways. He stays in close contact with
you, his mouth always on you somewhere, and your hands quickly planting
themselves on Dirk's back, nails digging in. You needed to ground yourself
somehow, or you'd just melt from the overwhelming pleasure. It's so much
stimulation, and you're not sure you can handle it. You're pretty much 'broken'
now, ceaselessly moaning profanities and Dirk's name, and words of
encouragement.
"S-shit bro faster please.." you groan out rocking your hips to meet your
brother's thrusts. It was pretty difficult to do that and thrust up into his
hand though.
Suddenly, you feel Dirk reach up and slip the blindfold off of you, and the
first thing you see is his bright orange, lust filled eyes meeting yours. That
sight alone is what throws you over the edge.
"Oh god..Dirk..." you're left gasping as you come, coating his hand and your
stomach. Your muscles tighten around him, and you can feel Dirk release into
you too, with a loud moan of your name.
"D-Dave, fuckholyshit," his words are even more jumbled than yours, and he just
sorta collapses on top of you. You try to catch your breath,
concentrating breath in, breath out, breath in again. You blink until your
foggy sight clears up, and then you look down at your brother. He looks like
he's still fuck deep in pleasure, but you nudge him with your knee.
You don't say anything, just sort of make a 'nyeh' sound. He slowly lifts his
head to look at you, and you voice the first question that comes to mind.
"That's gonna happen again, right?"
He blinks at you a few times before sitting up and pulling out of you. It's a
weird sensation since you're not lost in pleasure anymore.
"Oh, yeah. About that..."
"Well?"
"Yeah I guess if you're serious and shit."
"Does it look to you like I'm not serious?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
Dirk just lies down again, wrapping his arms around you. Damn, you didn't know
he'd be the one to have post-sex cuddles.
"Okay," is all he says. It doesn't make much sense to your previous question,
but you know what he means. It means there will be some more awesome as fuck
multi-Strider sexy times. Hell. Fucking. Yes.
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