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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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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.)

[It's never been like this, both physically and emotionally. It's all consuming; the only thing that matters is Karkat and this thing they have between them.

Kyle comes with the taste of blackberries in his mouth.

Gasping, hugging Karkat to him, he can't think of anything at all for a moment. His body is a stew of exhausted relief and pains, hips still twitching upward. He lets go only enough to grope for the bucket, making sure it's right beside them.]

(Karkat soaked up the sensation, holding Kyle back just as fiercely. He doesn't want to let go ever, but he knew he'd eventually have to. Even though it didn't exist in this world, he could practically feel the generational terror of incoming drones.

It's the only thing that manages to get him to pull away from Kyle. Some ancient instinct that told him if he didn't, they'd both die in the next few minutes. He had gotten better about it with Dave, but Kyle was so new, so fresh, that Karkat would have to try and rewire everything again.

That's okay. He was certain Kyle wouldn't mind the effort. It isn't until he can feel that Kyle's completely finished that he reluctantly pulls off of him. He shifts back and snatches up the bucket to angle it just right. His orgasm isn't as thin as the secretion, closer to the consistency of honey, and he shakes through it. The sweet smell is at its strongest, thick in the air.

Then it's done. Karkat heaves a sigh and tugs the bucket away. It was half filled, mostly red, but there were some streaks of Kyle in there too. The panic in his chest alleviates and he moves away from Kyle, taking a glance into the bucket before off to put it down on the floor. He's quick to crawl right back into bed. He stops just in front of Kyle, kneeling, his body still trembling from the intensity of what they just did.

He stares at Kyle, looking at the evidence of bites, blood, and the fact that it looked like someone had poured Kool-Aid all over his lap and cock. Karkat slides a hand over his mouth, blushing, feeling the weight of what they just did, and he averts his eyes.)

You look thoroughly debauched. (As if he was any better. The inside of his legs and across his lap were just as wet. He wants to move to cuddle Kyle instantly, but he pauses, hands on the bed.)

Did...Did you want to shower now or...?

[Kyle looks in the bucket. Of course he looks in the bucket. Goddamn. Karkat wasn't kidding, that's a LOT of liquid.

He passes a shaking hand over his wounded neck as Karkat sets the bucket down, blinking at his blood smeared palm. He looks back up at Karkat and scoots forward at his question, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth.]

I need a minute. C'mere. [He tugs him forward before wrapping his arms around him and raining kisses all over his face.]

Oh my god, dude. Thank you.

(Goddamn it, Kyle.)

Oh, thank fuck. (Karkat immediately goes to him, needing that closeness bad. He begins to smile at the kisses, feeling warmth begin to spread from head to toe.

He laughs when Kyle thanks him and buries his face against Kyle's shoulder.)

Don't thank me, you idiot. (Except he understood. He pushes Kyle back down against the bed so he could actually properly cuddle up on top of him.)

...That was pretty awesome.

[They are both wet and sticky and Kyle at least is sweaty as fuck to boot, but all he wants to do is curl protectively around Karkat and bury his nose in his hair.]

That was the most amazing thing that's ever been done to my body. And my heart.

[He kisses Karkat's head.]

That's so fucking sappy, dude.

(But Karkat felt the exact same way. He props up onto his elbow so he could look at Kyle, pushing some of his hair back from his forehead.)

Are you okay? I didn't go too rough or anything?

One of the first things you did to me was send me a fucking essay about the romantic wisdom of Paris Hilton you soft bitch!

[He smiles and shakes his head.] No. I liked it. I should probably check my shoulder when we shower, and I'm gonna have to invest in scarves and turtlenecks, but honestly it's... good. If we were anywhere or anyone else I'd probably worry about how much I like it.

That song deserves a fucking essay! It's a brilliant romantic journey through the complexity of emotional attachment!

(Karkat feels relieved that Kyle liked it. He kisses his cheek, smirking.)

Just let people see. They'll know not to fuck with you. Or fuck you.

(Of course Karkat was invested in public possession right now. Later, he would probably be more inclined to agree out of sheer embarrassment. He lays back down against Kyle, resting his head against his shoulder.)

Thanks for...(He hesitates, swallowing.) I'm glad this worked out. So fucking glad.

You're a fucking dipshit. [Said in tones of infinite fondness.]

Oh, is THAT how it is? Not that there's bunch of people with a skinny ginger fetish living up outside my door, dude.

Mmmhmm. Me too.

[He's quiet a while, still enough it would be easy enough to think he's dozed off if you couldn't see that his eyes were open, trained on the ceiling. When he speaks again his voice is quiet.]

Can you stay, after we shower? I don't want to sleep alone. I'm scared of dreaming.

You are way hotter and more desirable than you believe. You are a beautiful human.

(Karkat says this softly, a frown in his voice.

He lets the quiet linger, comfortable with it. When Kyle speaks up, he doesn’t respond right away. But when he does, he sits up on Kyle, resting his hands on his chest, a serious look on his face.)

Of course I’m staying. I was planning on it even before sex was on the table. You think I want to let you out of my sight anytime soon after just getting you back?

(He rests his hand against Kyle’s cheek, his expression softening further.)

If the horrorterrors come, I will be here when you wake up. Maybe my stupid paleblood shit will help soothe you.

[Kyle looks away only at that, because it's too foreign to accept. He's the ugly one. That's the way it's always been.

He relaxes, relieved, when Karkat tells him he wasn't planning on going anywhere.]

You help soothe me already. Thank you. Now c'mon, if we nap like this we'll regret it.

[He hauls himself up and off the bed, turning to grab the soiled towels. He carries the drippy mess to the bathroom where the laundry hamper is, making a mental note to mop later.

His shower has strong water pressure, and after a few minutes it heats up well. He climbs into the tub and gestures for Karkat to join him. After a look at his bitten shoulder, Kyle soaps it and his neck up and rinses before he turns his attention instead to lathering up Karkat's back and chest.]

You're right - I'm vulnerable. I'm going to fix that. You'll have to teach me to fight.

(Karkat does his best to help clean up. He would take care of the bucket later.

He is eager to get cleaned up with Kyle. By the time they are inside, his body has closed up, tentacle and everything closed up, the only tell now a mild red slit. He purrs as Kyle begins to soap him up.)

Mm. Vulnerable is okay sometimes, but not outside of this. (Karkat himself preferred to keep this side of him to a very select few. Softness could be death in his world. He begins to wash Kyle down, careful with his claws.)

We will start whenever you want. Go to the Gate. We need to find you the right weapons and fighting style. Build up your muscle. I actually told Equius to make you armor. He will probably ask for your measurements soon.

Yeah. Outside of this it's... yeah. I'm out of practice. You'd think being on a fucking alien planet would have helped, but it wasn't like this place. Not at all.

I have my axe and the sickle you made me. [He leans down for a kiss.] Aw. That's sweet. Uhm, does he know we're a thing?

The stakes are high, the water's rough

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