The stakes are high, the water's rough

[klawful]

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.)

Comments

[kyley_b]

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.

[klawful]

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.

[kyley_b]

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.

[klawful]

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.

[kyley_b]

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.]

[klawful]

(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...?

[kyley_b]

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?

[klawful]

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.)

[kyley_b]

[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.

[klawful]

(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?)

[kyley_b]

[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.]

[klawful]

(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.)

[kyley_b]

[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.

[klawful]

(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.

[kyley_b]

[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?

[klawful]

(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.

[kyley_b]

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.]

[klawful]

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.)

[kyley_b]

[There's a scent. Kyle keeps trying to place it but can't quite - it isn't quite sugary, not quite floral. Some kind of syrup maybe.

Kyle lays back a little, eyes trained on Karkat's mouth. His hips lift a fraction when he hears that purring growl.]

Yeah, dude.

[Kyle sounds way, way too into the idea of learning at a time like this.]

[klawful]

(He really does and Karkat snorts softly.)

Dork. (Said with absolute fondness. He hesitates for a second, thinking carefully about how he wanted to do this. There was always the slim possibility that Kyle couldn't handle it - though he didn't really think that would be the case. It didn't make him feel as anxious as the first time he had tried to get hook up with Dave, but there was a familiar nervousness.

Thankfully, it wasn't enough to dampen the mood. He just had to approach this as tactfully as he could. He eases off of Kyle reluctantly. As much as he wanted to open up right on top of him, he wasn't about to risk getting anything on Kyle before Kyle was fully game. So, he sits back between Kyle's legs, pausing again, looking down at the already darkening spot at the front of his boxer briefs. Just get it over with.

He slips his underwear off in one fluid motion, knees gathered up to block the view and set them aside. He spares Kyle a shy look, swallowing. He leans back onto his palms and opens his legs and lightly props them over Kyle's so that he'd resist the urge to immediately clamp them back up.

It was a straightforward situation. Where there would normally be a dick, there was a tentacle-like appendage roughly the same size. Thick at the base and narrowed off at the tip. There were no suction cups, but there were soft ridges that gave it a somewhat spinelike appearance. It was cherry red and evidently the source of that sweet smell in the air, far more pungent now that Karkat had stripped down.

Instead of balls, there was a fleshy red hole with similarly ridged edges towards the bottom. A thin trickle of semi-transparent red slick had already begun to leak out of him, much to his mild embarrassment. He clears his throat, feeling himself starting to blush heavily.)

Uh. It's not that complicated, I guess. Tentabulge. Nook. You get the picture. When I'm not aroused, this all kinda closes up. But obviously...(He wasn't closed up now. The tentacle does curl around in on itself though, which was slightly humiliating, but it was purely instinctual nerves.)

...My asshole is where yours is. That part's easy.

(He slightly closes his knees towards each other, but keeps them open so Kyle could have a fair look.)

It's fine if you're not into it. Just let me know.

[kyley_b]

Fuck off.

[Being body shy in a sexual situation is something Kyle can relate to. While he played enough sports growing up that he's not uncomfortable with public nudity, having to take his clothes off in an intimate situation is much more nerve wracking. Kyle's not particularly attractive and he's known that for years. So when Karkat looks at him shyly, he offers him a reassuring smile.

And then... there it is.

Kyle had drawn a mental picture of what he thought Karkat's genitals might look like based on their conversations. He knew there had to be some sort of opening for a tentacle, and obviously the tentacle itself. But actually seeing it, seeing how it all fit together, was fucking fascinating.

Which is to say that Kyle winds up staring between his partner's legs with an expression of delighted curiosity.

Rude. But at least he's obviously into it.]

Dude. Is it... where does it feel good to touch?

[He looks back at Karkat's face and smiles.] Hey. You're super fucking pretty when you blush.

[klawful]

Oooh my god. You're so fucking embarrassing.

(Karkat slaps a hand over his face, but he's evidently relieved as all hell that this didn't send Kyle running for the hills. He's never been looked at like that before and it makes him feel some sort of way. His tentacle unfurls a bit.)

Kind of everywhere? I'm really sensitive inside. Around the ridges too. That's where a lot of the material is secreted. (Don't use the word 'secretion' during sex, Karkat.

When Kyle calls him pretty, Karkat blushes even hotter and he gives an indignant squawk.)

Literally no one calls me pretty, dude. Hello! (He gestures to himself everything. He groans lowly, holding his hands over his face and scrunching up for a second. But then a second later, he's exhaling dramatically and slipping off his sweater so that he was completely naked. There were no nipples or belly button, but there was a similar bone ridge for the chest. A few scars.

He holds his knees for a few seconds, staring intently at Kyle. Then, very quietly:)

You really think I'm pretty, don't you. (It's not a question, just a certain statement. Him with his dreary, heavily bagged eyes and crooked posture and undersized everything and freak-red genitals and-.

He smiles at Kyle, his ears perked up just slightly.)

You're really beautiful all the time. (He glances down.) And you'd probably be way better if we were equally naked.

[kyley_b]

Dude, look who's fucking talking, you're the edgelord here.

Okay. [Kyle, dork that he is, peers closer at the mention of secretion. Because of course he does. It's far from the grossest thing he's ever seen, and frankly having so much natural liquid everywhere is sort of a relief. He's a little concerned about what Trenchies might put in lube.

Kyle's eyes devour every inch of new skin presented. He had figured there would be no nipples or a bellybutton, but it's still quite a different thing to see it. He'd seen some of the scars - from Karkat's grub legs - briefly before, but he can see them more clearly now, alongside others.

He looks back at Karkat's eyes. Such strange eyes, and he thinks he could look at them for ages quite happily.]

I do.

[His face cracks into a grin.] You might wanna hold off on the compliments until then...

[Awkwardly, he moves and peels his briefs off. As always, there's a moment where he expects laughter - a fear implanted after hitting puberty and having someone loudly point out in the locker room that yes, Kyle's pubes were as red as his hair. In retrospect he supposes he should have wondered why the fuck Cartman had been staring at his crotch in the first place.

He sits, resisting the urge to cover up with something, cheeks flushed and cock half hard. He shrugs, as if to say 'what did you expect?']

Unless your ex was uncut, I guess there's no real difference here.

[klawful]

I'm not an edgelord. I'm metal as all fuck. You can't be an edgelord if you're sincerely the coolest fucking person in existence at all times.

(He was the biggest edgelord across time and space combined. Karkat had heard about lube once and had never been able to wrap his mind around why you would ever possibly want to add wetness to sex until he saw how minimal human secretions were.

It was sort of a relief. He wasn't a huge fan of messes either and cutting down the mess by half a whole ass person was nice.

Karkat looks back at Kyle, unblinking, and he thinks the exact same thing about at the exact same time. This was a face he could get used to looking at. He loved his eyes. But there were other things to appreciate now too. His eyes drop down. He's unphased by the red hair. After sleeping with Dave, he had worked it out that human hair seemed to match from head to toe.

The first time he had seen a dick in person it had been pretty unusual to him, but he had known what they looked like from the obnoxious amount of dicks Dave drew all of the time anyway. They looked like cute mushrooms, but Karkat had a hunch that wouldn't sound like a compliment to any human with a dick.)

It's about the same. I don't exactly have an eagle eye for cock variety. (He shifts himself forward, moving his legs around Kyle's hips so that he was right up against Kyle.)

This is perfect. You're perfect. (And a second later, that seems to be emphasized with enthusiastic support as Karkat's tentacle just...wraps itself around Kyle's cock. Karkat glances at Kyle, looking halfway hesitant.)

Sorry. It's going to do that. I can uh- sit further back if you're not into it.

[kyley_b]

Thank you for proving my point entirely.

[Considering how many mushrooms had sprung up all over Trench, the comparison might actually make the city seem a little funnier.

Kyle is about to make a crack about cock variety but then Karkat is closer so he drapes his arms around his waist and then.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

Kyle's eyes go wide, his cheeks somehow even more scarlet, and he hugs Karkat tight before he can even think of moving away.]

No! No. Stay here. It's. [Words. What are words when there's a prehensile appendage with ridges sliding over your dick?] Amazing. I was just surprised, I was gonna be like, oh hey can I touch it and then... no, it's good. Wow.

[Kyle, shut up. He buries his face in Karkat's neck to gnaw gently at his pulse while moving to grab another another handful of that ass.] This is so cool.