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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(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.)

[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.]

(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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

(Oh. That was worth literally everything from the past week alone. Karkat feels at once powerful and excited, something that makes his tentacle literally pulsate around Kyle's cock and grip it tighter.)

Good. (Karkat didn't necessarily have direct control over it like he did with his hands, but it responded intuitively to whatever Karkat was feeling and feeling more confident meant more action. It doesn't take long for the tentacle to wind up mostly wrapped around Kyle's length. The tentacle kept shuddering, catching the soft ridges against Kyle's cock for mutual friction.

It was enough to make Karkat a little breathless too, his mind starting to go blank just as badly as Kyle's.)

You can touch whatever you want. (His voice comes out in a low rumble. Then Kyle's grabbing his ass and mouthing at his neck and Karkat's gone.)

Fuck. (He whimpers, his body shaking a little. He winds his arms around Kyle and fully tips his head to the side, openly inviting Kyle to do more than gnaw at his neck.)

Yeah. Cool. Fucking- (What is with his habit and sleeping with dudes who go with 'cool' in bed? Uggggh. He loved it. He was already starting to ache, but he doesn't speak up. One thing he had come to appreciate about sleeping with a human was it wasn't such a rush to get everything done and over with. He liked the agony of foreplay because of course he did.)

Oh my god. [The fact that his brain has short circuited apparently has done nothing to prevent Kyle from babbling, which probably isn't any great shock.] Oh my god, that's incredible, you're incredible.

[There isn't an inch of skin from the shelf of Karkat's jaw to the sweet hollow where his neck joins his shoulder that Kyle doesn't taste. He shifts to capture his mouth again, wanting desperately to feel those sharp teeth again. He hooks one arm around Karkat's waist to keep him steady while the other slips between them. He breaks the kiss because he wants to watch Karkat's expression as he carefully runs his fingers over the top of Karkat's tentacle. Gently, he traces his way to the base of it and slides his fingers around to tease at the ridged hole there.]

Is that okay? [He sounds out of breath, but still curious. Every thing that he discovered during this encounter is definitely going in some mental file labeled 'FUCK TRICKS FOR KARKAT.']

(Karkat relishes in the kiss, mouthing eagerly at Kyle's tongue. He whines lowly when Kyle breaks the kiss, but he gets it. His eyes flutter shut, a steady blush staying in his face. His shoulders rise up, and there's even a bit of blushing in them too at this point.

The tentacle had felt nice, but Karkat lets out an actual moan when Kyle's fingers skim towards his hole. He clenches his teeth and something wild flashes across his eyes. It might be easy to determine the look to be one of anger, but it was far from that. It was passionate want.

He doesn't confirm if it's okay vocally, mostly because he can't, but he does lunge forward and latch his teeth around Kyle's shoulder in an intently possessive bite. He can taste that sweet blood, and something in him fully snaps. There's a small rush of liquid and it takes a miraculous amount of control to not just throw Kyle down and mount him. He breathes heavily through his teeth against Kyle's shoulder. At some point, he had dragged his claws down Kyle's back too. Not quite as hard as he had bit him, but hard enough.)

[When Karkat bites him, Kyle makes a funny sort of noise: half yelp, half decidedly pornographic moan. Karkat's teeth hurt, and Kyle knows he's bleeding, but it's satisfying in some deeply primal way. There's burning lines down his back, too, and he feels so intensely alive and present in his body that he can hardly stand it.

His hand is soaked. He doesn't withdraw it but instead runs his fingers more firmly over those ridges, over either side of the edges, occasionally sliding his fingers into that wet hole. His other arm stays locked around Karkat, keeping him close.]

Good, that's good. [Does he ever shut up?] Fucking... yeah, ah. God, I love it, I need you.

(It's one of the top best sounds he has ever heard. He sticks to his spot as Kyle's fingers dip inside of him, and he can feel himself aching for everything now. The texture inside was more beaded, as if the entire nook was lined with the ridges, and each stroke gets a tremor from Karkat.

Eventually, it's too much. He lets go of Kyle, gasping. His tentacle unfurls from Kyle and winds up twisting around on itself. He leans back just enough to look at Kyle, his mouth stained with darkblood.)

Do you...(Oh, god. Words were so hard like this. He clenches his teeth again and looks down between them. Seeing his genetic material all over Kyle's hand and cock was enough to make him feel all the more broken up.)

Want to- (The troll who can never shut up...struggling with words.) Fuck me?

(There we go. And then, in case Kyle had any doubt in his mind on where Karkat stood with the topic:) Please. If you want.

[Karkat IS what sex toys are made to emulate. It's as fascinating as it is arousing, and Kyle's explorations are carefully thorough.

He groans in protest when that tentacle is withdrawn, but then his eyes are glued to Karkat's face.

That's my blood, he thinks with a giddy thrill.

He's sweaty and his pupils are huge, but when he looks Karkat in the eye he manages to look deadly serious.]

I have never wanted anything more in my fucking life. Just... one second...

[Awkwardly, he wriggles to the edge of the bed just enough that he can reach one long, gangly arm down. He snatches the bucket up, banging it against the masonry as he pulls it to the bed. Kyle sets it down on the mattress and grins like an idiot.]

Okay, we're set! Uhm. Do you have a favourite position, or...? [His own babbling does not not calm his hard-on one bit.]

(It's completely true. Karkat was entirely oblivious to it, but Dave had told him as much once but Karkat wrote it off as some bullshit joke. What he does know is that this is working so well.

When Kyle looks at him like that, he practically screams on the spot.

Fuck he was so cute. Fuck, Karkat had it so bad. Crushing relief floods his chest at the sight of the bucket because the idea of suddenly losing a drop of anything after sleeping with Kyle was almost heartbreaking. He makes a low keening noise and buries his claws into the towel, accidentally ripping through it.

Holy shit. He adored this guy so much. He smiles back, feeling everything in him flickering violently between black and red until it was dizzying.)

Not that I can think of. (He really mostly just was chained to instincts during sex, sometimes. He licks the blood off his lower lip, biting it a second later.)

How do you want me, Kyle? (He speaks softly, and there's something wilting in his gaze, openly submissive on an animalistic level. At this point, he would do just about anything Kyle asked of him.)

[The noises that Karkat makes go simultaneously straight to Kyle's dick and his heart. And when he smiles, Kyle's chest physically aches. He'd throw himself on a dozen more gory altars if it meant keeping Karkat smiling like that.

...and possibly fuck him on said altar before death if he keeps it up with the bloody lips and teeth.

Kyle swallows.]

Get on my lap. I really want to be able to see your face. [He lifts the hand not slick with liquid to brush Karkat's hair back, smiling.]

Please. Just, uhm. Climb aboard. [You are not a train nor a conductor, Kyle.]

(Don't mention fucking him on an altar before death - he really might not survive that kind of flirtation. Was there even a better place to fuck? Hell no.

Except this was pretty awesome. No, this was perfect. Perfect. Perfect mate. He likes being told what to do and automatically moves to do it, not a question in his mind. He smiles again at Kyle, and the gross thing was he probably wouldn't have even cared if Kyle did use his wet hand.

Maybe not a train, but Karkat planned to ride him with all of the enthusiasm of one. Whatever the hell that meant. He straddles Kyle in one smooth motion, holding onto his shoulders. He was already dripping onto Kyle from above. He steadies himself and then reaches down to hold Kyle steady - a thing he was grateful to have learned from before. Tentacles were way more effective at figuring out on their own where they needed to go, but he didn't mind touching Kyle's cock.

If anything it was thrilling. He sinks down. There's no pain, no burning stretch. His body was meant to accommodate trolls, after all, and some were huge. Tentacles were bizarre. He slips all the way down until he can feel Kyle nestled inside of him. He does wait a few seconds, mostly for his nook to accommodate the shape and size of Kyle, the textured walls pressing in, conforming to the intrusion. The idea was to generate as much fluid as possible in a mating session, so naturally, his body was trying to stimulate a tentacle, but hey.

A cock was just as good and it's not like his body really knew the difference. He could have just sat on Kyle's lap and enjoyed it on his end. He felt so satisfied already, far safer and more content now that Kyle was actually inside of him. For a second, he just lets himself bask in the natural feeling of completion, his arms looped around Kyle's shoulders, a blissed look on his face. His eyes were partially closed, his mouth hanging open, ears tipped down. The word 'fuck' was on the tip of his tongue, but instead, he just winds up starting a deep-rumble purr again.

But they weren't done yet. As satisfied as he felt, there was still plenty to do. He curls a hand against the back of Kyle's head and bites into his neck, more careful than he had been on the shoulder, but still hard enough to draw blood. Meanwhile, he rolls his hips up, knowing enough what a guy liked to fuck more like a human. It felt horrifying to pull off of Kyle even a little, and he winds half-way up from Kyle before slamming back down.

He had to admit that humans were onto something with the thrusting thing. It made his head spin and his nook ache in the most addictive way out there. God, this was such a good idea.)

[There is no chance that these two aren't going to engage in behaviour that will horrify some Sleepers.

Why does Karkat's smile fry his brain? Why does he feel this urge to tell this violent little monster that he's going to take care of him?

Mysteries to be pondered, but not when there's heat and texture and a nearly unbearable closeness. If Karkat looks like a particularly satisfied cat, Kyle looks like he's just seen a burning circle of eyes descend from heaven. But dirty. Burning circle of dicks, maybe.

Kyle can only cling to Karkat and emit a long, shuddering moan when his neck is bitten. After he might be able to examine his reactions, which are considerably stronger than any he's had before, but in the moment he just wants more. More good pain, more wet clinging heat, more of Karkat in every possible way.

His body finally remembers it can move when Karkat slams back down onto his lap and as if to make up for its moment of stunned stillness suddenly his hands are everywhere and his hips lift as enthusiastically as possible. His mouth falls open and a litany of breathless words falls out - yes, please, you're beautiful, harder, faster, and of course Karkat's name over and over - punctuated by gasps and moans.

Once again, it's probably good Kyle has no immediate neighbours.

His fingers dig into Karkat's back as hard as they can.]

Dude. I. I'm gonna.

[A pathetic sort of warning, but he's trying.]

(Was there a better way to reunite with someone after death than this? Karkat didn't think so. All of those frantic, desperate emotions were boiling up in his gut, and he began to ride Kyle in earnest. When Kyle begins to slam up into him, that's when Karkat starts to shamelessly moan along with Kyle. Hearing Kyle cry out his name is almost more addictive than the sex itself.)

Do it.

(He slams himself down particularly hard then and seems to lock up around Kyle. His legs squeeze in, and so do his walls. His body does the rest, shuddering around Kyle, trying to get him to that edge. It was clear Karkat fully planned on milking him internally. In the process, Karkat jerks Kyle's head up so that he could kiss him hard. He forgets to be careful with his teeth around Kyle's mouth, but he finds it hard to think at all about anything right then except that there was something incredible about sliding his bloodied tongue between their mouths.

He could already start to feel his own orgasm rushing through him. He wasn't just wet anymore but gushing, his tentacle tightly curled up. And all he could really think about was how he thought he could and would kill absolutely anything that got in their way, that tried to hurt Kyle ever again.)

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