deercountry | The stakes are high, the water's rough

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The stakes are high, the water's rough

Who: Karkat & Kyle (Closed)
What: First date shenanigans + Now including November Sleeper Farm prompt
When: Early November - Mid November
Where: Cellar Door + Sleeper Farm

Content Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse, probably consensual violence, NSFW jokes/content, canon-typical humor/crudeness/insulting language of Homestuck/South Park, torture, character death, all content warnings from event, extreme feelings of worthlessness, oppression.

(Karkat hadn't exaggerated when he said he was panicking. He was excited, but also chronically terrified of fucking up every single relationship he's ever touched. He was a mastermind of fucking up. More than that, he really did have little experience with being around so many people all at once.

He winds up filing his horns to be more pointed than rounded, something he had neglected for a while, but it felt instinctual to want to impress his kismesis/more with some more impressive-looking horns. Though the moment he's done with it, he realizes Kyle probably wouldn't even care if they were sharp or not. He throws on something simple but concealing, adding gloves. He cuts two slits in the hood for his horns and he's out the door in seconds. It's colder than he's used to and he winds up turning right the fuck around to go and get a heavier cloak to put on the rest of his outfit. Then he's traveling back through his lamp and winds up at Cellar Door.

He sits himself down on the sidewalk, huddling his legs up against his chest, and waits, watching people walk by with some degree of wariness, but hey. He wasn't outright freaking out and once Kyle showed up, he'd feel way better.)

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Don't look at me like that.

(It's going to make him breathless! Which it already has. He shifts under Kyle's hand, wanting to feel fully possessed.)

I had a reason. Let me try to remember it. (It was a good one.)

I'm trying to be...uhhh...(BUFFERING.) Responsible. I feel like I should ease you into my body.

(Wait.)

I didn't mean to word it that way.

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Like what?

[Kyle cackles shrilly.] No, no, that's the best phrasing ever! Oh, Karkat, ease me in.

[His stupid laughter tapers off and Kyle scoots in closer so he can nuzzle Karkat's neck.]

I know you have scars from when your baby legs fell off. I know you've got, uhm. Internal hentai dick or something.

I mean. I've, you know. [Now he's the one blushing.] Thought about it.

Oh my fucking god, Kyle! Don't call it that!

(He really is going to smother Kyle in his sleep. It was the death he truly deserved. He at least doesn't push Kyle away which is probably a good sign.

But oh. That's intriguing.)

Really? (He hesitates, finally touching back, settling a hand on his arm.)

What are we talking about here? Extensively thought about it during your happy hour or in a glancing thought on some random ass Tuesday like hmmm - wonder what it'd be like to fuck an alien?

[Truly, smothering is too good for him.]

Cheeks hot, Kyle settles back so he can see Karkat's face again.]

I mean, both? You're definitely the cutest alien I've ever met, and I've met several.

You've talked about your junk enough that I have a mental image. I know you said it was hard for you with Dave at first because you thought he might freak out, but obviously it wasn't that big a deal in the end.

So. Yeah, I've entertained some fantasies. You're my guy, I wanna be with you.

(Kyle's confidence in the matter is enough to make his stomach flip. Kyle's not entirely wrong, and while Dave was a total weirdo, he wasn't such a human anomaly that his acceptance of Karkat was a Dave-specific thing. Karkat knew Kanaya and Rose had no issues either. Granted, Rose was way weirder than Dave, so that might not be a fair equation there.

Still. Karkat sits up onto his knees, back rigid, and one can only tell that he's about to get into one of his speeches. Because what said sexier than a sex lesson?)

I refuse to proverbially or literally dump troll sex onto you. First off, it is extremely ingrained in me that we're about to mate. Casual sex is a difficult concept to even wrap my think pan around. Every instinct in me wants a bucket for this or else I feel like I might literally die. I am not being dramatic. I will freak the fuck out if there's not a bucket like right here the moment I pop off.

(Dave had been trying to work with him on that instinct, but it was a tough one to crack. That's what happened when someone lived under violent oppression, baby! They had gotten somewhere eventually, but that was with Dave. Karkat figured a new partner would mean having to build that sense of security all the way back up.)

Because wasting valuable genetic material is horrifying to think about even though I rationally know it's not actually going anywhere.

(He knows there's no Mother Grub here. But his body doesn't seem to know that.)

Afterwards, I will be extremely possessive of you and probably borderline violent. It's probably a good idea to keep yourself smelling neutral for like. A day after. At least until I get used to it with you.

(If they even do it.)

I'll probably be needy as fuck. This isn't exactly a pop one-off and go play hopscotch after situation. Sex with me is a commitment of time and patience. Or any troll, really.

(But he wasn't expecting Kyle to go sleep with other trolls anytime soon. He takes a deep breath, arms crossed over his chest, sulking somewhat. Less because of the situation and more because it was embarrassing having to rattle off this shit like a nature documentary. But it was only fair to let Kyle be fully aware.)

I will probably bite and scratch a lot. Not always. But it happens. And you'll probably bleed. The only real way to prevent either of those things is by binding and gagging me. Which I'm fine with for the sake of your safety. You can touch my horns if you want, but don't yank on them or I'll probably just get mad in a not-sexy way.

(What else was there. He stares off, frowning.)

I'm extremely sturdy. You can't hurt me. Your pathetic human chompers won't do much of anything. I'm also very flexible. (So. He sniffs, looking finally at Kyle again, his eyes bright.)

If you do it right, it will get really wet. It will absolutely stain clothes and bedsheets. (......Is he forgetting anything?)

If you decide you don't want me that way, it's okay. We can still have a successful relationship without sex. I'll only cry about it a little, but I'll get over myself. Any questions?

[If there is a man alive in Trench who finds speeches sexy? It's Kyle Fucking Broflovski.

He sits up too, figuring this is a Serious Discussion that warrants full attention, even if his body would rather stay sprawled on the mattress.]

Okay, that's fair. I've got a bucket, as you know. I can put it by the bed. And I mean, dude, for seriously, we don't have to have any kind of sex if it feels like it's too much for you. I'm pretty well versed in not fucking. I'm kinda easy I guess, but my last boyfriend it took forever to get his pants off. It's fine.

[To say nothing of his years of 'is this gay?' cuddling with Stan.]

Neutral as in shower and don't touch anybody else? [He can't help but sound fascinated, because this is all NEW and the only thing Kyle loves more than speeches is learning.]

Do I seem like the kind of guy to kick you out of bed after I sleep with you? It's okay, I know you don't really think that, I just want to emphasize that I'm ME, dude.

[Completely against his volition, Kyle feels a hot flush spread over his body at the mention of biting and scratching. He clears his throat.] I can handle blood. I... don't know if I could tie you up yet. That's. Uhm. Where I'm from that's considered kinda... I'm not ready for that right out of the gate. And why the fuck would I pull your horns, they're part of your fucking skull.

[Kyle's eyebrows lift.] You're durable and flexible and I have superb control of my gag reflex. What a combination.

[Maybe a little explicit, but he can't let Karkat just casually flex like that.]

I can get more sheets.

[He thinks, brows knit together.] So. Okay. Mechanics. We're talking about sex, but I don't think we've established what we want to, or CAN, do. Like, you probably know what humans like. Hands, mouths, uhm, penetration. Am I right in thinking any of those will result in the splash zone and biting and possessiveness?

(Karkat hadn't expected Kyle to up and join him, but he immediately appreciates the seriousness. They really were so compatible. He does smile slightly at Kyle.)

I know. I appreciate your consideration, but you never have to worry about me feeling pressured into sex or anything. If I don't want it, we're not having it. And this thing is a fucking fortress to get into if I'm not in the mood - (He gestures down to his lap.)

Glad we're on the same page with consent. (Which he figured they would be, but Karkat believed religiously in talking about everything first anyway.

He folds his hands together, fiddling a bit with his thumbs. He was comfortable with Kyle, but the idea of sleeping with someone new was still mildly nerve-wracking. Not in a bad way, even, just a natural way.)

Yeah. I found that out the hard way once. (He still felt kind of bad about that.

He smiles a bit more broadly and scoffs.)

No, not really. (Karkat was, by and large, the sappier of the two, but Kyle was far from cold and indifferent himself.

It's Karkat's turn to look mildly fascinated by the tying up and gagging thing, his head tilting to the side. Dave had a similar reaction when he mentioned it once after he had bit Dave especially hard. It seemed totally normal to Karkat - but then he blinks and it slowly dawns on him.)

Oh, fuck. Wait is that a fetish thing? Oh my glob. (He groans, covering his face with his hands.) Oh my god. Ignore me. Sorry. I didn't even realize.

(He drops his hands, completely red now.)

Oooh my god...So many jokes suddenly make sense to me now. (If he ever saw Dave again, he was whooping his ass. Why did he only just now get it.)

Okay, listen, humans love making jokes about like - horns being handles or whatever. In bed. It's a thing. (He reaches his hands up to lightly touch his own horns. They weren't even big enough to grab like that, but they were big enough to get a hold. He blinks slowly at Kyle's own flex, not having even thought about himself as trying to flex.)

Oh. (Oooh. He lowers his hands back down into his lap. The generalized talk was so much easier than the specifics, but Kyle's not wrong. It was better to discuss that stuff upfront.)

Yes, you're right. Even if we don't totally fuck, my body won't be able to tell the difference between foreplay and proper mating. (He tucks his hands between his legs and looks slightly awkward.) Humans uh- do a lot more than we tend to. You're much more explorative. Your ...equipment is a lot more forward. I don't think I'm very good at giving head. (He points to his mouth, opening it to showcase the obvious reason of why. Most people's ideal blowjob didn't usually involve a shark mouth.) But I don't mind doing it.

We can really do whatever you want. You're sort of the one going into the great unknown. (He pauses, tugging at his sleeves.)

We can always test the Red Sea and you can figure out if it's even something you'll want. We don't have to commit to the entire voyage the first time out. Although as a warning, I'll probably get half-retarded acting and act a little desperate no matter what we do. It's embarrassing as hell.

Okay, good. Just, you know. Consent is really fucking important to me. [He's had an awful lot done to his body against his will, although thankfully it wasn't sexual.]

Okay. Neutral scent after we do it. I would shower anyway, for the record.

[Kyle somehow gets redder.] Yeah. It's a fetish thing. And it's okay! I'm not opposed. Just... might have to work up to that. [Because has he thought about it? Yes. Has he ever admitted it? God, no.]

I won't tug on your horns. You can, on the other hand, pull my hair. Like, not OUT, but yeah. [Just committing to being bright red forever.

He smiles and leans forward to kiss Karkat's cheek gently.]

That's okay, it's not a prerequisite. We'll find stuff we both like, and it doesn't have to be all the same stuff.

Hey. C'mere. [He gestures for Karkat to lean in so he can hug him.]

If your body and brain are going to say "this is mating" then we're gonna treat it with respect because that's a big deal. For what it's worth, I consider it a pretty serious step myself. Like... I don't have the genetic imperative making things more dire, but emotionally if we did it and then things fell apart I'd be a fucking mess.

So. I guess, like. I want you to know I'm not taking it lightly.

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So do I. That's why I wanted to kind of let you know everything in graphic detail. Can't exactly make an informed consensual decision without realizing what you're even agreeing to. (Or something.)

Me too. I mean I get disgusting, so. (He juts his tongue out in a typical 'ew' face. It's great in the moment, but after a while, it just became gross to lay there.)

It was just a safety precaution on my end. We can explore whatever you want whenever, if ever, you want. I'm probably really naive to all that shit, admittedly. So. (He shrugs. It's barely like he was waiting to explore the realm of kink.)

You can pull my hair too. You can try to pull it out but that shit's dense.

(Karkat feels a dim flutter in his gut at the kiss. Here they were talking about rawing each other, and he's busy getting butterflies over a kiss on the cheek and Kyle's basic human decency. God, he was so attracted to him.

Oh god. He's really attracted to him. He crawls forward to sit directly in Kyle's lap so he could hug him with his arms as much as his legs, wrapping entirely around him. He slips a hand into Kyle's hair and just holds him for a moment before responding.)

Luckily for you, I'm a goddamn leech and have zero intention of falling apart from you. But I know what you mean. (He exhales slowly, feeling some tension from the nerves ease out of him.)

Thank you, Kyle.

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Yeah, and I appreciate it.

[Kyle smiles shyly.] We, uhm. Could shower together. That would be something I'd be into. If you are.

Oh, dude. I've never done anything like that. I'm, like. Not very experienced, honestly. I've slept with like, six people my whole life and aside from one they were hookups so it's not like I did anything that required a lot of trust in the person. By human standards.

[Kyle wraps his arms around Karkat, pleased - if a little flustered - to have him on his lap.]

Thank you right back. I'm. Uhm. I'm really not used to being wanted, that way. I'm a good friend but not really the guy people want as a sexual partner. So this is new, but cool.

You're fucking hot, dude.

Yeah, we can shower together. (That actually sounded so nice. Karkat was the biggest bitch for full-on aftercare.)

I've only really slept with one person, so we can be the blind leading the blind and figure it out. Or you know, not explore anything except the basics. (He was completely content with an entirely vanilla sex life. Karkat wasn't sexually-based enough to put sex at the heart of his relationships to begin with. Even if it was a nice way to feel close with his partner.

He laughs loudly at the compliment, feeling flustered by actually being called "hot." It's not the first time - Dave was obnoxious with that shit, but it never failed to get a reaction from Karkat. He withdraws from Kyle, keeping his arms around his shoulders so he could grin down at him.)

Well, thank fuck for that. We're covering the bases of attraction here. It would be a serious buzzkill if we found each other to be nasty hobgoblins.

(He kisses Kyle's cheek and then his mouth again, lightly.)

You're really hot too. And I definitely want you. It's actually a little ridiculous. I think I want you as every kind of partner I can get you as.

Sweet. [That? That's a fantasy he's had for ages - just warm, close cleanliness. Heaven.]

We're definitely starting with basics. There's no sense trying to jump to varsity sex right out of the gate. [Just having someone he actually LIKES already makes the most tame sexual acts seem like the most erotic adventures possible.]

Seriously.

[Kisses just make Kyle melt. He looks at Karkat with the sappiest expression possible.]

Same. Like, I'l take you every possible way I can get you. [Kyle...]

Oh GOD, phrasing!! You know what I mean!

[He hides his face in Karkat's neck and groans. Then figures since he's there he should kiss it.]

(Whenever Karkat picked up on the fact that that was such a thing for Kyle, he would absolutely capitalize on that in their relationship.)

I somehow think that jumping to cross-xeno sexual engagement already constitutes a varsity league for some people. You're about to go into Area 69. Ha! Get it? (Karkat, sweetie, it's Area 51. He was so close. Although with his smirk, he might have intentionally adjusted that number to fit the cancer symbol on his shirt.

His smirk broadens into something fanged and delighted.)

I sure fucking hope you will.

(He cackles at Kyle's embarrassment, ridiculously endeared to it. But ah-. The kiss cuts his laughter off with a soft, surprised gasp. His neck was absolutely a sensitive place for him. More emotionally than physically. It took a lot of trust for a troll to let someone put their mouth on such a vulnerable place.)

So uh. That bucket close by...?

Yeah, I guess. [Kyle cackles, because they apparently both have a terrible sense of humour.

He nods, nuzzling under Karkat's jawline.]

I'll grab it. And get some towels. You, uhm. Want anything else?

No, that should be fine.

(He kissed Kyle’s forehead before peppering a few more kisses over his face. He slips out of his lap and tucks to the side of the bed and focuses on untying his shoes, dropping them off the side of the bed.

He hesitates at his pants. He knew humans were into the whole disrobing thing when the heat got going, but God it was a pain for a troll. Wet jeans were a nightmare. He grunts and proceeds to unbutton, unbuckle, and slips out of them. Even if they didn’t get far, he would rather sleep in his boxer briefs anyway. And like hell he was leaving Kyle anytime soon.

He sits back against the wall, knees against his chest, feeling mildly antsy, but somewhat eager.)

[The bucket is in the kitchen in one of the low shelves, so Kyle gets that first and sets it on the counter closest to the bed. He then goes to the hall closet and grabs a couple of towels. He returns to the bed and puts the towels on it.

He chews his lip for a second, then pulls his sweater and pants off. His briefs are just as boring as anyone would suspect. Blushing, he climbs up onto the bed again and crawls over to Karkat.]

Hi.

(Karkat’s underwear wasn’t any more thrilling. He really never did think about that too much. He helps smooth the towels out, and once Kyle joins him, he snorts.)

Hello, dumbass.

(He shifts onto his bare knees. Unsurprisingly, the guy was hairless from the eyebrows down. He contemplates taking his own sweater off, but leaves it for now. He leans towards Kyle, kissing him, holding his face carefully. What a better place to start?)

[Kyle takes after his mother, so what body hair he does have is fine and coppery. It gives him hope that he won't bald like his father.

He's nervous, but it fades as Karkat kisses him and his body responds. His own hands find Karkat's shoulders and rest there as he tilts his head and parts his lips.

Karkat has very pointy teeth. That's really the first thing his tongue discovers. It gives him a shiver, but it's far from a deterrent.]

(It is easy to sink back into the moment with Kyle. He doesn’t stay on his knees for long. He wants that full body contact again and goes to get it, pushing at Kyle’s body until they were back down against the bed.

He lays against him, caging his elbows on either side of Kyle’s head. His body was relaxed, submissive. Now that the initial stress of the conversation had passed, he started to slip back to where he had been after their reunion. That vicious gratitude that he still even had Kyle.)

[Kyle's body still feels a little raw, a little ill-fitting, and the warmth and immediacy of Karkat's embrace helps soothe both.

This is why he did what he did: to keep this connection.

He loops his arms around Karkat's waist, keeping him close as he kisses him, pulling his mouth away only to nuzzle his neck again.]

You taste good.

(No matter what Karkat says, he knows he would have probably done the same. Would have been just as mad at himself.

He needed this too, and maybe that was why he was desperate to have this now. He wasn’t the sort to rush to this, but all of his instincts were going into overdrive that he had to. That it was right to.

He makes a low purring sound as Kyle nuzzles his neck. He scratches his claws lightly over Kyle’s sides and gets hit in the gut with the reality of what they may or may not be about to do. There’s a familiar tingling of warmth and a slightly sweet odor passes through the air.)

You’ve only tasted a part of me.

[The purring. God, how he loves the purring. It makes him grin even as the claws dragging over his skin gets heat to pool in his groin.]

I'll taste pretty much whatever you want. [Kyle's hands dip a bit lower so he can grab Karkat's ass. Gently, but still.]

You okay?

(The little grab makes his back naturally arch. Kyle’s carefulness is cute. He sits up on Kyle, resting his hands on his chest.)

I’m fully capable and willing to be groped thoroughly. If I want you to stop anything, you will be the first to know.

(He bends back down to kiss Kyle.)

Now treat me like you need me.

I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable. [Which probably is a little silly considering that Karkat is the one with inter-species experience.]

I do need you. [Painful in its sincerity.] I do.

[He sits up a little, one elbow propping him up so that he can kiss Karkat again, a lot less shy about licking his way into his mouth this time. His free hands runs wonderingly over Karkat's back and shoulders and chest and thighs, mapping curves and angles with his fingers.

He catches his tongue on one of Karkat's fangs but doesn't stop kissing him. His wandering hand settles on Karkat's hip, tugging gently.]

You won't. (At least Karkat really doubted that Kyle would. The guy was too considerate, too self-aware.

Kyle's sincerity strikes something deep inside of Karkat. He gives Kyle an intense, wide-eyed look. It was far more red than black, but that didn't shock him so much at this point. He realized he needed to hear that, some small part of him having felt useless in the Farm. He wasn't going to let that happen ever again if he could help it.

Kyle's hands feel like heaven. He can feel himself starting to open up, and that slightly sweet smell becomes more pronounced. He breaks the kiss for a second, that somewhat wild look back in his eyes that had been present earlier during their first make-out session. He swipes his tongue across his lower lip, a sound somewhat mixed between a growl and purr emitting from him.)

So. (His voice comes out rougher than usual.) Ready for your first Alternian biology lesson?

(Karkat, why you gotta be this way.)

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