The Faygo is Blood Orange

We're sad that this ship is practically non-existent, so we're makin it happen ourselves. This will have any variation of the Striders, Makaras, and Vantases. This is an askblog We do take drabble and drawing requests. hover over + for links. We ship every Vantas with Every Strider and Every Makara, and every Makara with every Strider. Don't be scared.

[rickyykat]

Watch You Make Me Hate Me

I wrote a short FTM Dave story for my anon. uwu I hope you guys like it. It’s something that I’ve struggled with myself, so there is that. There aren’t any pairings. Just some platonic brotherly love between him and Dirk. <3 

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[capriciousstridersarecancerous]

For Your Health

Fandom: Homestuck

Ship: Dirk Strider/Gamzee Makara

triggers: sick sex, spoonfeeding, gentle sex, oral sex, 69

plot: Gamzee has been bedridden sick for days and finally breaks down, asking his best friend and object of his affections Dirk Strider for help. The blond is more than willing to cuddle with his sick bro.

This is part of the Every Precious Little Second AU. We WILL answer asks, make art, and drabbles for the ASKS we get about this AU.

A cough rattled in Gamzee's chest and he almost whimpered. He buried his face in his pillow, his eyes watering at the thought of actually having to get up and get ready for the day. His tousled red-brown hair was wild and misplaced, tan skin red-blotched and feeling like it was on fire. He almost wished he hadn't told Karkat to go stay with the Striders when he first got sick, but he really hadn't wanted his roommate and friend to catch the shit he had. Blindly grabbing for his phone, Gamzee called the one number he knew by heart, his neighbor and best friend, Dirk Strider. “Nghh...Dirk.” He coughed away from the speaker. "A motherfuckin' colds all gettin' it's harsh whimsy on this here motherfucker." He sniffled, trying not to sneeze. "Come lay with me. It hurts."

Gamzee sounded like death warmed over to the Texan, and though the request was strange, Dirk agreed immediately. He'd been worried about his best bro, after all, ever since the street performer had sent his little brother's boyfriend to stay with them while he recovered. It wasn't until after he'd hung up and was headed out the door that it occurred to him he should have asked if his strange juggalo friend needed anything, but at least he was just next door. He could always run back home if necessary. He fished out the spare key to the clown's apartment and let himself in, heading straight to Gamzee's bedroom. "Hey, bro, what's this about colds and harsh whimsies now?" He managed a small smile but it was strained at the miserable sight of the currently frail Capricorn he'd secretly fallen for.

Gamzee lifted his head from the pillow long enough to smile at his best friend before scooting over just a bit. He whined softly. "Sick. Very motherfuckin' sick." He pulled some of the covers off of himself, revealing his broad but incredibly lean chest and the very rim of his boxers. He felt incredibly hot, but the air was near disgustingly cold.

Dirk's eyes widened behind his shades, but the rest of his face remained blessedly blank. He admittedly had seen Gamzee shirtless many times before, and the view was nicer every time he saw that exposed skin, especially with the sweat sheen. He mentally shanked himself with his own katana for thinking such a thing about his clearly sick best friend. He strode over to the bed stone-faced. "Cuddles with my best bro? How can I resist?" He edged onto the bed carefully, not wanting to jar the ill man. "You look like shit."

"Gee, real motherfuckin' thanks, brother." Gamzee managed to roll his eyes before scooting over to give Dirk room. He kind of flopped himself over on his blond best friend's chest and exhaled, nuzzling his nose into the warm fabric. He absolutely adored his best friend, but he was never THIS forward with his affections, not sober at least, too scared of running Dirk off. This cold's fever was getting to him though; all he wanted was to strip his best friend down and they cuddle until he felt well enough to get mounted like a bitch in heat.

Dirk raised an eyebrow as the fevered body flopped across his chest. Fuck he was warm. The Texan ignored it, however, opting to wrap his arm around Gamzee's shoulders and breath in the scent of his hair. "You, uh, feelin' alright there?" he questioned, before realizing it was quite dumb of him to say. He just wasn't sure how to react, which was strange to him, uncharted territory. Striders always knew how to react.

Gamzee gruffed and nodded, "Feeling' a bit motherfuckin' better now. Ain't wantin' ta get ya sick or nothin' though." He couldn't tell if he was blushing or his face was just that hot against Dirk's cool skin. He looked up at the sunglasses wearer and almost chuckled. He probably would have if he knew it wouldn't send him into a coughing fit. The glasses always made his day. "I, uh, really motherfuckin,'" he coughed into his hand, away from Dirk. "Appreciate this, Stridbro."

Without thinking too hard on it, Dirk ran his fingers through Gamzee's hair. The juggalo must have managed to get up and shower at some point, quite possibly just the night previously, for his fingers slid through easily, the sweet smell of shampoo wafting up to him. The locks of red-brown were soft, not greasy with the telltale signs of a few days without showering, though to his knowledge Gamzee had been down with this for nearly five days now. He couldn't resist tucking his nose into the soft curls, breathing in the sweetness that was Gamzee. "Ain't no cold that can down a Strider," Dirk reassured him proudly. "This is what bros are for, after all. Germ infested cuddles."

Gamzee nodded tiredly, his eyes fluttering. The clown was somewhat of an insomniac, especially when sick. He had managed to sleep roughly two or three hours the past few nights before he'd always woken up coughing. Gamzee looked up at his best friend and smiled. "Wanna uh, watch a movie er somethin'?" He wanted to keep Dirk close, but he didn't want to bore him.

Dirk shrugged, giving his sick best bro a smile. "Naw, I'm chill just like this." He played with a lock of hair that fell across the younger male's cheek, twirling it around his finger. "You should try gettin' some sleep."

The brunet made a face and puffed out his cheeks, something he'd just never grown out of from childhood. "Ain't wantin' no sleep." He didn't really want to admit that he'd rather spend time with his best friend, especially this close to naked, than just about anything most days. He shifted in Dirk's hold, his face towards the wall. It gave the other male a perfect view of his slender back and plush rump. "If ya motherfuckin' insist though...please stay?" He hated sounding so weak and small, but Gamzee really was sick.

Dirk swallowed hard, his gaze falling directly on Gamzee's ass, clad only in a pair of purple boxers. The positioning seemed almost on purpose... Dirk ignored it, running his hand down Gamzee's bare shoulder and back gently. "Now I didn't come here and sheet bathe myself in diseased Makara sweat just to leave right after ya fall asleep. Honestly, ya look just shitty enough that right now just about nothin' could make me leave. So just shut them pretty eyes a'yours an' get some fuckin' rest? I ain't cuddlin' with no zombie."

Gamzee shivered softly, a wide smile on his lips that Dirk couldn't see. He coughed into his pillow and wiggled his hips just slightly. "Then motherfuckin' spoon me, asshole." He looked over his shoulder and gave a slightly coy smirk. They were always rather touchy and...boyfriend-esque, but neither of them seemed to have the balls to finalize it.

Dirk's eyes widened for a split second behind his shades for the second time in less than ten minutes. Gamzee was definitely full of surprises today. He smirked, knowing he should be a perfect gentleman and not take advantage of the spooning rights given to him by his sick friend, but at the same time, they were fucking spooning rights and fuck if he wasn't going to exercise those rights. His hand came to rest on one of those teasing hips and he pulled himself flush against Gamzee's back. "Feel special, Makara. Ain't just anyone allowed access to such luxurious cuddling privileges."

"Then you should thank ya lucky stars, motherfucker. This right here is the most whimsical motherfuckin' miracle ya ever gonna experience." The sick boy had only needed to stop for a cough twice through his speech. Despite his teasing words, Gamzee practically melted against his best friend, his muscles destressing and he shifted gently to make himself just that much more comfortable. He sighed contently, playing with Dirk's fingers.

Dirk felt warm all over, like he should be giggling like a schoolgirl. "Then I best be thanking' ya for the privilege then, hm?" He couldn't resist the urge to pull Gamzee closer, burying his face in those soft locks. "Now shut that pretty mouth and get some fuckin' sleep." He pressed a gentle kiss to Gamzee's head, sure he wouldn't feel it.

Gamzee nodded, careful to not shatter Dirk's nose with the head movement. He looked up at Dirk, resting hid head right under his best friend's chin and smiled cheesily right before grabbing the very sharp-pointed glasses from his face. The Capricorn liked the glasses, but not when they hid such a beautiful color like Dirk's eyes from the world. Especially in bed. "Take them motherfuckers off once in a while."

Dirk scowled at Gamzee, but made no move to get his shades back. He felt naked, exposed, and a bit surprised that he allowed the juggalo to do such a thing. He locked gazes with his best friend for a moment, staring at those nearly purple eyes.

Gamzee gave Dirk another cheesy smile, putting the glasses on playfully. He'd always wanted to try them on and he was feeling just enough slapstick sick to have the balls to do it. He chewed at his bottom lip and nuzzled closer to the Strider he adored so much. "S'dark through these motherfuckers. How ya be seein' shit all tha time?"

"That, my friend, is a Strider secret." Dirk stared at him stone-faced. "You wouldn't understand." He prepared himself mentally and leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on the Capricorn's cheek, before pulling him against his chest once more, his heart pounding and stomach fluttering from the daring mood.

Gamzee's already sick-flushed face felt 3 times as warm when those perfectly plush lips met his cheek. He turned a fraction to took at Dirk with a wide smile before just lightly squeezing his hand and wiggling his body flush against the elder male's. He felt over the moon aside from his nagging mind begging for sleep.

Dirk smiled, reaching down to pull the shades from Gamzee's eyes to set them on the lamp table. He nuzzled his face against the heated skin of the juggalo's shoulder, shivering at the warmth against his lips. "I ain't goin' nowhere, bro," he reminded him. "So just close them pretty blues and snatch yourself some a'them sicknasty Z's."

Gamzee purred gently at the wonderful sensations against his awkward and aching body, melting practically at how sweet his best friend was being. Gamzee truly was lucky to have found a best friend in the anime lover. The wild cherry haired male yawned, petting at Dirk's fingers before drifting to sleep.

As promised, the Texan remained, holding his secret crush to his chest. After awhile, he leaned up, peeking to see if Gamzee really was sleeping. Sure enough, he was dead to the world. The sound of his labored breathing made his heart ache. He'd never seen Gamzee look this frail before. He gently kissed his forehead and climbed carefully out of bed, heading for the kitchen. He looked around, finding a few cans of Campbell's for when Gamzee woke before he put himself to work, cleaning dishes and throwing away empty Faygo bottles and the boxes from the takeout they'd shared the other night.

Gamzee rolled in the bed, trying to find the older male's chest but only found the warm spot he'd left in the bed. Gamzee was just lucid enough for his heart to swell at the thought of having Dirk as a bedmate all of the time. Not even for the sex, but rather the intimacy of sharing body warmth between the sheets or the innocent touches of making sure there really was a real tangible person beside them in their sleep. Gamzee huffed into his pillow, deciding to stop marathoning romcoms with Karkat when he was high before he went back to sleep.

Eventually Dirk finished Gamzee's small bit of necessary housework before he fished around the cabinets, pulling out some cold medicine and setting it on the counter. He then opened the cans of chicken noodle and dumped them both into a bowl before popping them in the microwave. He set about making some tea and honey for the clown, just as he used to make for Dave. His heart twinged at the nostalgia. Dave was a big kid now. An adult, even, of nineteen years. With that thought he pushed it aside, knowing his little bro's angry boyfriend would take good enough care of him if he got sick again, even if he was a shouty, angry little brat most of the time. When he finished, he pulled the bowl from the microwave and tossed a spoon in it, balancing the medicine and the handle of the tea mug precariously in one hand for the trip back to the bedroom. He set everything down on the dresser before climbing into bed, gently shaking Gamzee awake.

Gamzee growled meekly at Dirk, sounding more like a baby kitten than the mighty lion he was going for. He lifted his head slightly, staring up at Dirk once he got his mindset back. "You motherfuckin' stayed." His voice was laced in raspy sleep and pure adoration.

The blond smiled. "'Course I stayed. Can't leave you to die alone now can I? Sit up." He reached over, grabbing the syrup and tea. He realized he'd set them down beside his forgotten shades and contemplated putting them back on, but decided against it. "Gotcha some real tasty poison here."

"S'long as it kills me real motherfuckin' quick," Gamzee groaned, leaning against the headboard as he looked up at Dirk. His chest was exposed completely but the cold of the room felt so nice on his flushed skin that he was just going to ignore it. He noticed Dirk's glasses on the table and picked them up, playing with them, but making sure not to smudge them. "Ya know, you ain't gotta take'em off... I just like yer eyes a whole lot. if ya wanna motherfuckin' wear 'em I ain't gonna say no."

The Texan smirked. "If I wan'em on my face, they'd be on it right now." He shrugged. "It really ain't that big a deal bro." And it wasn't, not with Gamzee. Which, really, made it a big deal. Of course, he wouldn't say that. "Now swallow this sludge, knock it back with my own wicked magical elixir, and then you can have yaself some a'Strider's best at the B'n'B." He nodded his head to the microwaved soup as he handed over the syrup.

Gamzee gave Dirk one of his most pleading and pathetic looks that he could muster at the moment. With how sick he actually was, he probably looked like he was on his deathbed asking for a final hug. He opened his mouth and looked at the soup in a "feed me" stance. He didn't want to take advantage of Dirk's hospitality, but at the same time, he kind of wanted to see how far Dirk was willing to be intimate with him.

Dirk cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Feed you, hm?" He smirked. "Take this first." He was sure Gamzee hadn't been expecting him to give in so easily. He was also sure Gamzee wasn't expecting it when he casually set the tea back on the night table, slung his leg over the sick man's thighs, and gripped his jaw lightly before pouring the medicine into his still-open maw.

Gamzee looked up at Dirk with wide eyes, his body slightly ridged out of shock. He leaned into his best friend's grip, accepting the medicine a bit easier than he would have with anyone else. He knew it was stupid, but having to forcefully take something into his mouth while Dirk was holding him down was rather uh...arousing. He felt his face flush and he kept eye contact with Dirk, a soft smirk on his features. He was sick, but still a horny adult male with a hot guy dominating him.

The Texan's own smirk grew, watching Gamzee's face redden through the already pink fever flush he sported. “Didn't think I'd do it, did ya?” He set the small medicine cup back down and reached for the tea again. “Here, wash it down with this,” he murmured sympathetically, holding the mug to the clown's lips. “It's warm, but it ain't that hot, an' I put plenty a'honey in'ere for ya.”

Gamzee took a sip of the honey tea and swallowed hesitantly, scared that his throat was too raw for the liquid. Luckily, the stars were properly aligned with the pyramids on Mars because holy shit, that made him feel better. The clown took another eager drink, a happy mewl falling from his lips. Dirk was so good to him; he genuinely wouldn't know what to do without the tall blond in his life. Gamzee rested his cheek against Dirk's hand, smiling happily.

When Gamzee finished drinking, the blond put the cup back on the table. He'd been a bit nervous, admittedly, about whether he would like the tea or not, for he'd made it just the way Dave liked, with extra honey to coat the throat and make everything easier to go down. Secret crush likes the tea: dually noted. He then reached for the soup, relieved to feel it had cooled just the bit necessary to be edible. He looked up at the Makara, giving him  teasing wink. “You asked for this bro. Now open up.” He began to spoon up a small amount, pleased to see Gamzee's mouth wide open and waiting. He then proceeded to spoon-feed the sick man, proud of his skills to keep a straight face, especially when he thought about other things that could be entering that open and waiting mouth.

Dirk jerked himself from his daydream as he realized his lack of focus caused his hand to slip, and a few drops of broth missed Gamzee's lips. He watched the golden liquid drip down the cherry-brunet's chin, and before he could lose his nerve, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap up the soup.

Gamzee's eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as he struggled to swallow the broth in his mouth. His face felt beyond heated and he flushed, everything feeling just a little too hot as Dirk's tongue darted across the corner of his mouth. He watched the older male, shocked but now awkwardly aroused. This should have been illegal. He wasn't allowed to be that attractive and fuckable when the clown wasn't up to par or properly able to move. He shifted and smiled sheepishly, trying to hold himself from coughing with Dirk's face so close to his own.

Despite his cool demeanor, the Strider could feel his cheeks heat just slightly, and he suddenly wished he'd put his shades on. Gamzee could probably read right through him. Even so, a twinge of guilt struck him, reminding him that his friend was sick after all, and it was entirely possible he was overstepping some boundaries that Gamzee wouldn't let him cross when well, no matter how easygoing the juggalo was. So he returned his attention to the soup, focusing really really fucking hard on not spilling again.

Gamzee wanted to pout slightly but it was kind of hard with how big the spoon was between his lips. It wasn't long before Gamzee finished the bowl and he felt like he was going to die from his full stomach. The juggalo grabbed Dirk's hand before he could pull away and kissed his cheek softly. "Th-thank you, Dirk." He dropped his whimsical speech, wanting to relay how serious he was. "Please stay the night with me."

Dirk's face flushed further but he nodded without hesitation. "Was plannin' on it," he assured him, reluctantly climbing off Gamzee's lap to put the empty bowl on the table. "Figure if you're up to it, I'd put some shitty daytime sitcom an' we can get our chill goin' with some more sicknasty cuddles, an' I'll crash on the couch case you need somethin'."

Gamzee shook his head. "You ain't sleepin' on that motherfuckin' couch. S'barely any good fer sittin' since yer bro and Karbro got all hot an' bothered on it... Been meanin' ta get rid of it..." Gamzee looked up at Dirk, chewing his bottom lip, suddenly feeling nervous. What the fuck? He'd never been nervous with his best friend before. "If ya want...you can sleep with me."

Dirk smirked, knowing exactly what incident Gamzee was talking about. "Ya sure? I mean, cuddles are one thing, but I ain't gonna shove my smooth Strider ass inta yer bed if it's only 'cause you feel bad about me sleeping in my li'l bro's jizz."

Gamzee laughed softly which caused a small coughing fit into his shoulder. The cherry brown haired male smiled sheepishly up at Dirk, gripping his hand again. "I...I want ya to. It'd mean a whole motherfuckin' lot." Gamzee felt like a frilly little girl asking to hold hands with a boy for the first time. This was stupid and he was lame.

Dirk grinned and he reached for the remote to Gamzee's television, flipping it on as he plopped next to the brunet. He wrapped his arm around him, pulling him in to lay against his chest.

Gamzee looked up at Dirk and shifted, smiling wide. That must have been his answer. For some reason, that simple gesture made Gamzee's heart soar. The younger male sighed, deciding that the Striders' got to pick the next movies for the next couple of movie days...these girly romcoms were ruining his mind set. He was gay; not frilly. Gamzee purred and nuzzled his face into Dirk's warm chest, tangling their legs together. "Thank ya."

"Don't be thankin' me for somethin' I already wanted to do." He hesitated for a split second before throwing all fucks to the wind and he took a light hold of Gamzee's jaw, lifting his face up. He stared into those pretty blue eyes for a few seconds before he decided he was being really uncool and cheesy, then leaned down, giving Gamzee a slow kiss. He purred into the male's mouth, pleased to have it reciprocated, then pulled away and set the channel casually, as if he hadn't just shared a liplock with the object of his affections. "Die Hard Two. There we go. A nice, ironic, non-girly manly movie that is not one of them unironic, girly, non-manly chickflicks you an' that li'l crab my bro calls his sweetie pull yer hankies out for. Any objections?"

"N-no." Gamzee squeaked, looking up at Dirk with wide round eyes. Had...had Dirk just kissed him? Gamzee licked his bottom lip, physically able to taste the other male against his own skin. That...that had actually happened. He rose up just slightly, pressing a soft kiss to Dirk's lips himself, refusing to not show the beautiful man in his bed that he felt the same way before snuggling down on his chest, gripping Dirk around his stomach. This was far from what the clown had expected to ever happen, even in his flu medicine induced dreams. He laid his head on Dirk's chest, shifting and pressing his lips to the Texan's heated skin before turning to watch the movie.

The blond tightened his hold, wishing more than ever Gamzee felt better. He wanted to sling the clown's legs over his shoulders and pound him into the mattress. Of course he wouldn't, not while the juggalo was trying to expel his lungs through his trachea. But fuck, the second Gamzee felt better, he was definitely in for it. So instead, he just laid back, relaxing into the mattress, his eyes growing heavy as they watched the movie together.

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Gamzee opened his eyes, finding himself staring at the TV. Groggily, he tried to sit up, ready to turn the TV off but a strong hold around his stomach was preventing him from moving. He shifted, turning to see Dirk's strong arms holding him to his chest, spooning him much like he had earlier in the afternoon. The sight made Gamzee's heart almost hurt with how much it swelled in adoration. The clown sniffed, taking a deep breath. He could actually breathe. Hot tea and medicine seemed to actually help a lot with his disgusting cold. The thinner male wiggled his hips slightly, smirking when he felt his assumed boyfriend react even in his sleep.

Dirk groaned quietly, feeling his member begin to harder at a firm brush against it. He still wasn't quite awake yet, not ready to pull himself from Dreamland to investigate. Instead, he tightened his hold on the giant warm teddy bear in his arms and pressed his hips forward, making a pleased sound at the contact.

A whine picked up in Gamzee's throat and he hummed, now grinding his hips back. He almost couldn't believe that this was happening between his own sheets. Dirk was an incredibly gorgeous man, and Gamzee could turn him on? The brunet wasn't going to miss his chance though. In a quick movement, the tall juggalo pulled Dirk's gentle hold off of him and pushed the blond to his back. Sitting on his own haunches, Gamzee watched Dirk's face, reaching forward and gently stroking the inside of his lover's thighs before moving to trickle his fingers up against his hardening shaft.

Dirk stirred but didn't quite wake, his teeth finding his lip. Another needy groan left his throat and his hips bucked up, turning into a small whine when the movement didn't give him what his waking shaft needed. Even in his sleep, his hands found the sheets, gathering the thin cloth into tight handfuls as his hips pressed up again, teeth worrying his lower lip harder.

Gamzee smirked softly as he watched the older male squirm. He climbed into Dirk's lap and rolled his hips down on his steadily hardening shaft. He bit his own lip to keep quiet, wanting to know just how much it would take to wake the blond. The clown rolled his hips harder, dipping down to kiss and nibble at his friend's neck.

Dirk's brain - or maybe it was his dick - apparently decided that this was much to good for him to sleep through, and he found himself gripping Gamzee's hips as he slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the seemingly healthier guy he'd fallen asleep cuddling. "Gamzee," he growled quietly, sleep making his voice thick, husky. He thrust his hips up, groaning at the amazing contact of that plush rump, using Gamzee's hips to keep him still so he could grind.

Gamzee groaned softly and pressed his hips down. "M-motherfuck, Dirk," he moaned gently, his nails lightly digging into the blond's sides. He couldn't help the near feminine giggle falling from his lips at how desperate the Texan looked. The tall male licked his bottom lip before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his jaw, nipping the strong line. His own erection was caught between their stomachs but he didn't care as soon as he pressed closer, kissing his sleepy prince.

The blond felt his cock twitch and he moaned loudly, continuing to grind against the lovely ass resting atop it. He turned his face to capture Gamzee's lips, nipping them eagerly, before he rolled them, nipping at Gamzee's shoulder when he had the brunet beneath him.

Gamzee let out a growl when he was flipped over. He dug his nails into Dirk's back and shifted, tugging impatiently at the shirt that was blocking his view of the blond's perfectly muscular stomach. His hands slid under the fabric and he scratched light strips down his back as he kissed at Dirk's lips again. There was just something about the way the older male tasted, he just couldn't get get enough of it. The simple fact of being like with with Dirk was almost enough if it wasn't for the ache in his stomach that begged for Dirk to be inside of him.

Dirk shifted, quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it. His back arched into the feeling of Gamzee's nails and he growled back at the younger male, nipping playfully at his lips. He sucked the plump bottom lip into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth as he sucked at a piercing. His knees spread Gamzee's thighs and a hand slid down his body before gripping his clothed erection, smirking at the sounds Gamzee made as he rolled his fingers around the shaft, teasing it through the thin cloth of his boxers.

Gamzee gasped and his shoulders shook, practically needing his release. He hadn't been able to get himself off in a few days because of the stupid cold building in his chest, but now that he was feeling better, the juggalo craved it. A groan left his lips and Gamzee pulled back slightly and huffed softly, slamming Dirk down onto the bed underneath him. He straddled his lover, holding down his shoulders as his boxer clad ass grinded down against Dirk's jeaned bulge. "Ya ain't doin' nothin' motherfucker." He purred softly, working his hips slowly, "Ya motherfuckin' took care'a me all yesterday, lemme do the same fer you." The clown blew Dirk a teasing kiss as he reached down, popping the button on the blond's skinny jeans.

Dirk's eyes widened in surprise when Gamzee flipped them back so easily, but when the Capricorn straddled and rut against him the way he did, Dirk saw no reason to remedy the situation. “Ya expect a Strider to just lay here an' do nothin'? Let you do all the work for this fine Strider ass?” Despite his words, he lifted his hips to help Gamzee slide his jeans down.

"Yeap." Gamzee grinned, lifting his hips just enough to slide Dirk's jeans off of his hips. The older male's length was standing proud once freed from the tight denim and it almost made Gamzee's mouth water. He reached down, gripping Dirk softly as he stroked the blond's dick, kissing and suckling at his golden tanned skin. He gently bit along Dirk's collarbone, sucking at the skin. He wanted to leave a mark, almost to make sure this wasn't a fucked up fantasy.

Dirk arched his hips up, groaning as his shaft slid in and out of Gamzee's hand. He tilted his head, providing more access to the cherry-brunet as he suckled and nipped along his skin. He brought his hand up to Gamzee's hair, holding the curling locks firm but gently, merely warning him to keep doing the things he was doing. He chewed his lip through small gasps. Though it felt damn good, he was a bit uneasy about not being the one to provide pleasure to his partner, so he ran his free hand down their bodies until he found Gamzee's waistband, and slipped his hand inside.

The younger male moaned hotly against Dirk's skin. He whined into the blond's chest, rutting his hips hard against his lover's hand and thighs. "M-mother fuck," Gamzee bit at Dirk's neck before grasping at the other male's wrist that was in his boxers. He coaxed Dirk's hand off of his dick, shuddering. "No . L-lemme do the work." His voice was low, kissing and nipping at Dirk's ear.  "'Nless ya want yer fingers inside me ta get me ready for ya..." Gamzee suckled at the lobe, a gentle purr to his voice.

That made Dirk nearly whine, and he managed to cut the pathetic sound off only because Gamzee spoke again. How could he possibly resist such a proposition? He allowed the brunet to remove his hand, only to bring his fingers back up to the mouth currently going to town at his ear, pushing two of them past Gamzee's lips, stroking his tongue gently. "If I'm ta get ya ready, you best start suckin', sweetheart."

Gamzee held a gentle grip on Dirk's wrist as he moaned around the slender digits. He continued moving his hips, but the action was so slow that it might as well of just been a teasing twitch. He laved at Dirk's fingers, bobbing his head gently as if it was something a bit more risque against his his tongue. The Capricorn pulled back, taking a third finger into his mouth as he rolled his hips down particularly hard, shivering at the feeling of pure anticipation.

The Texan could hardly take all the teasing Gamzee did to him, and he wanted to demand him to just start riding his dick right there. Of course, he didn't, but only because he knew he shouldn't rush him, especially not after being sick for a week. So he didn't order the cherry-brunet to hurry, but he did push his fingers a bit deeper, possibly just short of Gamzee's throat, and growl into his ear. “Teasin' me ain't such a good idea, doll,” he murmured, nipping along the rings and small plug he loved so much.

Gamzee pulled back from Dirk's fingers, letting the digits just slowly fall from his lips as he smirked softly, his fingers drawing patterns into his favorite Texan's chest. "Mhm, maybe I really motherfuckin' wanna," the clown whispered hotly into Dirks neck, biting at the flesh tauntingly. He pulled back a bit before resuming the dutiful motion of taking his lover's fingers into his mouth. He kept eye contact with the older male like a good boy, curling his tongue just how he knew Dirk would like it if his mouth were somewhere else.

The blond groaned loudly, unable to resist bucking his hips upward into that plush ass. He knew exactly what that look on Gamzee's face meant, and it went straight to lower regions. He used his thumb to massage at one of the lip piercings it rested beside, tugging gently at it. “Pretty good with that mouth a'yours, ain't ya?” he purred, licking his lips.

Gamzee shivered and smiled, smirking as much as he could with Dirk's fingers between his lips. He reached between them again, grasping at his bedmate's length, his fingers dancing across the shaft. He jumped slightly when he felt something cold touch his palm and he flushed, obviously caught off guard by the new found piercing. Gamzee broke his act and looked down, seeing the glistening metal and moaned around Dirk's fingers at the possibilities of it. The Capricorn obviously had a piercing fetish, judging by the stretched ears and the piercings he himself sported.

Dirk chuckled quietly, knowing the exact moment when Gamzee discovered his Dydoe piercing. “Like what ya see?” He ran his thumb along Gamzee's lip, rubbing his saliva into the soft flesh. “Took ya long 'nough ta find it, darlin'.” He used his other hand to wrap the younger male's fingers tight around the piercing, rolling his hips up to make Gamzee stroke him. He wouldn't admit it, but the touches and pressure of Gamzee's hand was heightened as he'd only had the curved bar in his glans for six months now, just long enough for it to fully heal, and Gamzee was the first partner he'd had since getting it done, No one else knew about it, not even Dave.

Gamzee swallowed at Dirk's fingers slightly, physically able to feel himself drool at the glide of metal over the skin of his hand. Flashes of what that cold surgical steel could do to his insides made Gamzee keen and practically writhe against the older male. He slowly moved his hand on his own squeezing at Dirk's length gently, the motion making him gasp as he consequentially rubbed against himself in the process.

Dirk couldn't take it anymore and he pulled his fingers free of his lover's jaws, his other hand leaving Gamzee's to push at his head. “Get down there and put that talented mouth ta work where it really needs ta go.” He smirked as he lifted his hips a few times, drawing attention to himself. “I want that sexy ass a'yours up here while ya do it, too, Makara.”

Gamzee took a breath through his now free mouth, nodding softly. "Sure motherfuckin' thing, Strider." His voice was a slight purr as he attempted to maneuver himself. The clown would never in a million years admit that he was nervous, especially with how tall and heavy he was. He didn't want to crush the older male under his weight or ruin the mood. Once he managed to get himself in a confident enough position, Gamzee dipped down, kissing and nuzzling his nose against the sensitive inner muscles of Dirks thighs.

Dirk shivered and gave his own little purr, his dry hand going to one of Gamzee's thighs. He stroked the smooth flesh lovingly, giving it a few gentle pats to show he was pleased. "Good boy," he murmured, his smile clear in the statement. His spit-slick fingers rubbed teasingly against Gamzee's entrance, a fingertip circling the clearly tight hole.

A shudder wracked at Gamzee's body and he arched his hips up, much like an excited kitten getting the base of his tail scratched. From this position, Gamzee could perfectly see the cute little piercing in the head of his boyfriend's cock and it made him want nothing more than to taste him. The younger of the two shifted, gently gripping at the base of Dirk's shaft, gently squeezing at him before licking and teasing at the curved barbell with his teeth.

Dirk couldn't help the sharp gasp he gave, and barely managed to hold his hips down. Fuck that felt good... He continued his teasing for a moment, before he slowly, carefully pushed his index finger inside, remembering a conversation the two had shared a few weeks back. His juggalo friend had admitted to Dirk that he'd lately wondered what it would be like to take things from the bottom, honestly a bit sick of having to be the one in control all the time. If everything Gamzee had said was true... Then he was a complete virgin as far as this end of sex went. The thought made him flush, and caused his member to pulse hard, twitching against Gamzee's lip and tapping the ball of his piercing against teeth, making him shudder.

Gamzee whimpered softly, taking the plunge and slowly lapping at Dirk's already leaking tip before sucking at it softly. The older male almost tasted sweet compared to the others Gamzee had done this to. He shifted, a rather red and deep rooted blush on his cheeks and crawling down his neck. Sure, this exact feeling wasn't new to the Capricorn, having fingered himself to get off multiple times, but this was the first time that the male had trusted someone else to do this to him.

Gamzee's mouth felt amazing, and it was impossible to keep silent, so Dirk didn't even try. He groaned loudly, slowly thrusting his hips up and down, pausing with a shudder when the Dydoe bumped against the brunet's tongue stud. He leaned forward, his tongue slipping out to lap at Gamzee's entrance while he pushed his finger inside completely.

Gamzee whined around Dirk, grasping at his thighs. He shook softly, a slight uncomfortable sensation slowly getting soothed away by Dirk's warm mouth on his backside. The juggalo took more of his boyfriend's cock into his mouth, creating a strong but slow suction with his hollowed cheeks. The younger male had to focus on breathing through his nose as he moved his head, not wanting to risk getting choked up right after being so sick the day before.

The Texan curled his finger a bit, moving it around slowly, working the tight space loose before he slipped in a second. His teeth nipped lightly at the flesh beside his mouth before he kissed it, purring lightly. "So tight, baby," he murmured, massaging the flesh of Gamzee's ass. "So tight, so beautiful. Gonna feel so good 'round my cock." He patted his thigh again as he scissored his fingers.

Gamzee flinched and hissed, the stretching feeling making him crave more. He concentrated on the task at hand, focusing on his breathing. The clown was drooling as he bobbed his head against Dirk's length, swallowing when necessary; his nails kneading into his lover's thighs. The loving words rang in Gamzee's mind and he flushed, pulling up for air. He continued to lave and suckle at his boyfriend's piercing, loving the taste of the metal.

Dirk smiled, knowing the effect he'd had on the other male. He didn't think he could do this for too long, not if Gamzee kept up the attention he was paying to that piercing. His fingers continued to curl inside and his free arm wrapped around Gamzee's thigh so he could lean forward and push his tongue in alongside his fingers.

The older male's mouth was making Gamzee see stars. He was trying his best to not tense up, his panting getting the best of him. "G-goddamn, D-Dirk." He whimpered, doing everything in his power to not roll his hips back and practically ride his new boyfriend's face.

Dirk pulled his mouth away and growled quietly. "I ain't done here, bro, which means you ain't done suckin' my dick." He pushed his hips up, pressing his tip against Gamzee's mouth once more before pushing a third finger inside, pressing it slowly in along with the other two.

Gamzee's mouth slacked as he took a sharp intake of breath. The third finger wasn't near as pleasurable as the first two; he'd never had to be stretched this wide to get off before. In the back of his mind, Gamzee made a mental note to give submissive far more credit during this process. The brunet busied himself by working the older male's shaft once again, having grown a fondness of the way he tasted. Gamzee decided to keep his movements quick, able to deep throat the blond with a small amount of skill and luck. He swallowed slowly, his throat vibrating in a light hum to tease Dirk.

Dirk gasped, not expecting Gamzee to deep him so suddenly. He gave a low moan, bucking his hips just lightly. He shivered, trying hard not to fuck Gamzee's throat. He didn't want to hurt him, after all. The tightness felt amazing around his piercing, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. He slowly, slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in, wishing he could just push the clown off him and take him right there.

The solid thrusts of Dirk's fingers made Gamzee's toes curl. He slowly bobbed his head, trying to pull up and suck solely on that dangerously addictive piercing and the slit of his boyfriend's tip. His tongue stud swirled expertly around the head of Dirk's cock, completely unashamed of enjoying the taste of his pre-cum and the way the blond would shudder.

Dirk intook a sharp breath, curling his fingers inside Gamzee as his other finger's dug into the man's thighs. He used the hand around his thigh to pull Gamzee back, shuddering. "G-Gamzee, fuck!" He groaned deeply as he came hard and with little warning, splattering over Gamzee's face.

Gamzee gasped, caught mildly off guard. He jumped back slightly, his hips pressing back into Dirk's fingers out of reflex and he moaned loudly in shock. He licked at his bottom lip, able to taste Dirk's finish. The clown panted and turned to look at his favorite blond, wanting him to see exactly what he'd done. "M-motherfuck."

"Fuck," the Texan agreed, straightening his fingers out for Gamzee to fuck himself on. He spread them as well as he could, despite the tightness, and patted Gamzee on the ass, a bit harder than before. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to be inside him now. "Get up here 'n lemme clean yer face," he whispered, licking his lips.

The taller male shifted, rather clumsy as he tried to climb off of Dirk while trying to not look like a baby deer who just learned how to walk. Gamzee's under appreciated need was throbbing and he would do anything for Dirk to just treat him like a deserving little whore at that moment. Gamzee flushed softly when he did as Dirk asked, pawing up to where they were face to face. Before he could stop himself, the needy brunet was kissing at his boyfriend's lips, nipping the plush color.

Dirk smirked, kissing back for a moment before he nipped at a piercing. "Not what I said to do, Makara," he panted, gripping Gamzee's chin gently as he began to lick the spunk from his cheek.

The clown purred wantingly, needing more contact from the blond. He whimpered and climbed back into Dirk's lap, letting his favorite person lick and kiss at his face; almost like an excited dog. Gamzee hovered over the older male just a bit, just taking in Dirk's features for a moment. It almost made his chest hurt with how much he really did like his best friend and felt absolutely privileged to be where he was.

Dirk held his gaze for a moment, licking his lips free of the last of his own cum, before he leaned forward, nipping the juggalo's lip and suckling a piercing into his mouth. His tongue massaged the flesh around the metal for a moment before he pulled away. “Well, ya gonna sit around all day or are ya gonna ride my dick, Makara?” He was honestly a bit anxious about the question, as he knew Gamzee had never bottomed for anyone before, but hey, what could it hurt to ask, right?

Gamzee felt his face flush, every cell in his body buzzing. This... this was going to actually happen. After years of wanting this man, the clown was finally gonna get it. He sat up a bit, grinding his hips down onto Dirk's lap. His boyfriend was so hot, he couldn't understand why the blond would have anything to do with him, but he surely wasn't going to argue. He was a shuddering mess, his own cock practically dripping in pre-cum. The room was muggy and his own sweat was already sticking to his skin, god he probably looked like a mess compared to Dirk's lightly ruffled golden locks. How in the ever graceful fuck did Striders just wake up looking amazing? The juggalo groaned, feeling himself rambling in his own mind and chewed at his bottom lip, continuing to move his hips over Dirk's groin, trying to bring his lover back to full arousal.

In fact, Gamzee looked just as perfect to Dirk, the sheen of sweat making his skin shine, his cheeks flush, and it was honestly the sexiest sight he'd imagined. He purred in approval, his member coming back to life much faster with the lanky man above him grinding down along his shaft. It was slick, easy going, but their skin still caught, dragged against each other, and Dirk chewed his lip for a moment, suddenly not quite as ready to plunge inside. Sure, Gamzee looked ready and needing right now, but he didn't want it to hurt him, especially with this being, in a sense, his first time.

“Mnn, keep doin' that for a minute,” he said quietly, his hand finding a warm hip to steady them both as he leaned up, reaching for his lover's nightstand. Surely, he had something in there.... “Gotcha.” His fingers closed around a bottle and he held it up, grinning at the cherry flavored lube he'd found. “Cherry, huh?” He chuckled quietly, his thoughts running to Gamzee's crabby little roommate as he uncapped the lid, holding it out to dribble into the clown's hand.

Gamzee looks down at the bright translucent liquid and let it kind of squish between his fingers. He arched his hips up, sucking his teeth slightly as he coated Dirk's length in the lubricant. He groaned at the way he could see the older male's face contort, his fingers obviously having to feel wonderful against the stiffened flesh. He gently grasped at the underside of the blond's cock, pressing his hips back, switching his hips and grinding; he couldn't stop from hissing lightly at the shocking cold of the other male's piercing. Gamzee's stomach tightened and he let his jaw slack and eyes close, getting lost into the sensation.

The Texan gathered up the sweaty sheets in his fingers, teeth finding his lip as he fought to hold his hips still. He wanted to take hold of the younger man's waist and slam him off and on his lap, hell, he wanted to flip them over and pound him senseless. Fortunately his self control was a bit better than that, so instead he simply focused on breathing and watching Gamzee's face. He looked almost in pain, but then again it was his first time taking a dick, and Dirk knew very well what he was feeling. So he forced his hips to stay still, pressed against the bed, and took deep breaths, letting small moans slip out on the exhale. “How ya doin' there, sweetheart?”

The Capricorn was taking a shuddered breath, gripping at Dirk's hips to steady himself. He had managed to get about two-thirds of his lover's length inside of him without it really hurting thanks to the other male's preparing him. He gave a slight huffed laugh, his cheeks a fiery red. "Y-ya motherfuckin' know when you barbecued l-last month? An' Karkat looked r-real up an' awkwardly green in the face when I was makin' them kabobs?" He licked over his top lip, laughing at his own awful joke. "Well now I motherfucker got his know on why." He could feel Dirk's piercing dragging inside of him and it was making his toes curl despite the pain.

Dirk couldn't hold his laugh back, and it ended in a choked gasp when the movement made him press deeper. He felt his teeth break the skin of his lip, from both the sensation and the worry that he may have hurt the man above him. “F-fuck, Gamz, y'okay there?” He forced a few even breaths as he stared up at the cherry-brunet. He wished he was above him instead, so he could lean down and kiss his cheeks, mouth, his neck, anything to distract him. He brought a hesitant hand up to slowly stroke at Gamzee's member, pressing his fingers gently into all the sensitive spots he could find.

Gamzee's stomach flipped at the strong hand encasing his own need, his breath labored. Opening his eyes, the clown gave a sheepish smile at his lover, deciding that just maybe stupid clowny jokes weren't for the bedroom... at least until he got used to having something so... well endowed inside of him. Moaning, he shifted his hips, the heat in his stomach sparking again. "N-nhm, yeah, r-real motherfuckin' okay." He was thankful for how tall he was for once, able to lean down to kiss and nibble at Dirk's chest without really having to adjust his hips. The elder male was going to hate him after this; there was no way in hell Gamzee was going to walk anywhere for the whole day... Dirk had better like giving piggyback rides.

Dirk shivered, the sensation of Gamzee's piercings brushing his skin felt phenomenal, especially combined with the tightness, the heat around him. He let his eyes slip closed, unable to see Gamzee's face very well now, and sure if the pierced man had really been in pain he wouldn't be putting that perfect mouth to use along his tender flesh. He was thankful for his seemingly endless patience, as it had honestly been quite a long time since he'd had sex, even before the ring had been placed in the head of his cock, and this was the first he'd been with anyone since getting it. The Dydoe had long since healed, but so long without physical contact beside his own self made it difficult to lay there waiting, especially as Gamzee's heat spasmed so nicely around him, working in time with his own tremors.

The auburn haired male shifted and groaned, hands on either side of Dirk's chest as he lifted his chest up. As a test, Gamzee pressed his hips down a bit more, deciding it didn't hurt near as bad when warmth flooded his chest. He took a deep breath before lifting his hips, the drag of Dirk's cock inside of him making him want to scream. He'd always known he wanted to be a submissive, and this had just confirmed it for him... Sure it didn't feel that great at first, but holy fuck, was it worth it. He hissed softly, dropping his weight, letting himself sink more on his lover's length before repeating the short motion.

“Jesus,” was the only thing that Dirk could breathe out, a small moan leaving his lips as he darted his tongue out across his lip to taste the sharp metallic that surfaced. He'd had no idea Gamzee could feel so good atop him. Still, he forced his hips down, not ready to buck upward into the clown until he was completely used to it. Besides that, it was hot as hell to have the man he'd been secretly in love with about to bounce on his dick.

Sweat was making Gamzee's chest almost feel cold as he kept a steady rhythm of hip movement. He pushed himself to ride Dirk's lap, his thighs shaking slightly from having to focus so much of his weight. This was not as easy as Karkat had made it seem so long ago. He bit the inside of his cheek, hoping if he moved faster, it would feel better. The clown was able to take all of Dirk inside himself now, that piercing teasing him in all of the right places. Gamzee's cock was swollen beyond belief and it was hard to focus. "M-nh... D-Dirk."

The sound of his name rolling off that tongue had the DJ gripping Gamzee's hips tightly, helping him to slam on and off his own. It was clear from his trembling form and quick breaths that this was a bit of a workout for him, and what would it hurt to help him out for a minute? At least, until he grew too tired to keep going. At that point Dirk would take the wheel and let his new motherfucker know just how much he really liked him, by pounding him straight into oblivion.

A small yelp of surprise rose from Gamzee's throat and he gently held onto Dirk's sides, trying to steady himself. The clown was whimpering heatedly, loving every second of being used like a toy for the man under him. He rolled his hips down, angling himself to feel that breathtaking piece of metal all through his insides. "F-fuck," He was moaning, his back sharply arched. The sensations wracking his lithe body were making it hard for the street performer to catch his breath, but as he tried to speed his own hips up, despite how much he was shaking to meet Dirk's thrusts, Gamzee wouldn't of had it any other way.

“How ya doin' up there, darlin'?” Dirk asked, thankful his voice didn't quake or waver. He had to keep control of himself, had to keep hold of the situation in case something went wrong, in case he hurt Gamzee. But at the same time, it all felt so good, particularly the stimulation on his piercing. He almost wanted to look up Ms. Porrim's parlor and give the woman a kiss, as he'd had no idea a piece of metal in his shaft could feel this damn good, but in all honesty it was really just like heaven.

Gamzee's body was trembling, like he was close to his own release. He dug his nails into his lover's sides, the clown's breath labored. He nodded, his his eyes closed as he could feel the pleasurable sensations washing over his body. His thrusts were slowing, unable to keep up his pace despite his want. The cold had put a huge damper on his strength. He'd have to apologize to his favorite blond later on. "P-perfect," There was a groan riddled in the raspy male's voice, his fingers flexing as he almost crashed down, Dirk's length filling him deeper than he'd ever imagined.

It was becoming obvious that Gamzee was having trouble keeping up the pace, what with his ragged breathing and his usually always-on-mark grace failing him, forcing his drops to be rather clumsy. He'd even slowed a bit. Dirk felt bad, for naturally Gamzee's flu wasn't going to be completely cleared up, and it had probably left him with a horrible weakness and fatigue. So, being the great guy he was, Dirk decided to help his lover out a bit. With a thrust upward of his hips, the blond used the momentum to rock Gamzee to the side, rolling the surprised juggalo onto his back. Within seconds, Dirk was staring down at the shocked male, just as he'd wanted to be all along, and snapped his hips forward a few times, just to make him squeal, before his hands found Gamzee's thighs and lifted his legs up, holding them midair as he thrust forward hard.

Gamzee's body was buzzing. He could see every emotion crossing Dirk's face and something about seeing the older male's true colors made his body absolutely quake. Needfully, Gamzee reached up, pulling Dirk down for a sloppy but wanting kiss, moaning into his mouth. He ran his nails down Dirk's strong shoulders and back, arching his hips for his lover's thrusts. The power behind the DJ's hips was practically mind blowing to the still groggy clown and he wasn't sure how much his body was going to be able to take. "M-motherfuck...H-harder, Dirk! Pl-please..." His voice sounded broken and meek, but deep rooted in want and desperation.

The pleas were like sweet music to Dirk, and he was more than happy to oblige him. “H-harder?” He managed a smirk, slamming his hips harder against Gamzee's ass. “Let's see just how flexible you are,” he suggested breathily, bringing the longs legs against his chest with ease. He continued to thrust harder, his eyes widening with the way Gamzee bent, nearly folding in half. Dirk lifted his hips up, bracing himself on his knees, and leaned down to capture the moans leaving Gamzee's mouth with his own.

Gamzee could feel his own drool running down his cheek as he tried to keep up with the kiss, his nails seemingly embedded into Dirk's back. His eyes were shut tight and he couldn't stop from mewling like a cat in heat as he pushed his hips as much as Dirk would allow him to meet at each thrust. His body was shaking and his own his need was caught between their bodies, the aching almost too much. Gamzee wasn't going to last much longer... not with Dirk playing his body so perfectly. He could almost taste his own release.

It was obvious to Dirk that the performer beneath him wasn’t going to last much longer, especially if the way he was tightening around the blond's member was anything to go by. He sped up, determined to make Gamzee cum before himself. He latched his mouth onto Gamzee's tongue, suckling the flesh and piercing carefully but hard enough to get the message of mine through to him. He pulled away just enough to whisper "Cum fer me, precious," against his lips, before he locked his mouth over Gamzee's once more.

Gamzee's eyes widened at the word choice his now silently confirmed boyfriend whispered at him. It made his heart clench and his stomach flip in all of the right ways. The clown was a sucker for sweet words and rough actions. He gasped and near screamed into Dirk's mouth as his release shook his system. Cum splattered against their chests, the majority on his own stomach. Gamzee was flushed and almost embarrassed, digging his nails that much deeper into his back as he urged the older male to push forward and find his own orgasm.

Satisfied that Gamzee had reached his climax, Dirk finally stopped holding back and let go, slapping his hips against the tanned man folded beneath him hard enough the slap of their skin resounded through the room. The way Gamzee tightened around him squeezed at the Dydoe, causing the rub of flesh against it to feel that much better, and the sharp bite of nails in his flesh combined with that made his body stutter. He pulled away from the sloppy kiss to find the soft flesh above Gamzee's collarbone and he bit down, groaning into the mouthful as he himself came. He strained to continue his thrusts, but after a few seconds he had to stop, pressing their bodies together as close and hard as possible, grinding his pelvis against the juggalo's abused ass as he rode his climax out.

Gamzee whined and ran his nails down Dirk's back a final time, almost positive that he'd broken skin more than once at the feeling of the blond's teeth sinking into his neck. He whimpered when he was released and looked up at Dirk, panting loudly. He laxed his nails from Dirk's skin but didn't give up his grip. The overly emotional male almost wanted to cry with the loving way Dirk has stared at him through all of that. How... How perfect it all had really been. He shifted and leaned up as much as he could, kissing the other male's lips tentatively, almost scared that now they had gotten off, the feelings the other had would be gone.

It was honestly a bit hard for Dirk to hold himself up now, his limbs gone shaky and honestly a bit numb. But he kept it up giving a dazed smirk as he slowly kissed Gamzee back. He could easily tell Gamzee was worried, with the way his brows creased and the tight set of his body, and most of all the hesitant kiss. Dirk reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to pull his softening member from his new lover, hissing at the sensation around the piercing, before he slowly put Gamzee's legs down. He may have been pretty flexible and did plenty of contortionist-like tricks when he performed, but that didn't mean his joints were probably sore and achy after that. He glanced warily at the bite he'd given him, feeling guilty when he saw he'd broken skin, and a few drops of blood had made their way to the surface already. He leaned down and gave the angry mark a few quick licks then kissed it, before he wrapped his arm around the clown's shoulder and pulled him into his chest. He could feel a slight sting and bit of wetness at his back as he laid. “Hope ya don't mind blood on yer sheets,” he laughed, kissing Gamzee's cheek.

Gamzee looked down, huffing softly. "As long as yer in 'em too, I don't up an' think it'd be no real big deal none," he was mumbling, his voice raspy from overuse. He looked down sheepishly, tracing patterns into Dirk's broad chest with the tips of his fingers. The clown wanted to ask, but he was so scared of the answer. Dirk wasn't the type to just sleep with someone and leave, especially not his best friend...right? But when had been the last time the blond had gotten laid? Wouldn't that make him... Gamzee groaned and nuzzled his nose into Dirk's chest, frustrated with himself.

Dirk cocked an eyebrow, his tangerine eyes bright from the afterglow. “Well, count yerself lucky, Gamz, 'cause I ain't leavin' these sheets for a long time.” He bit his tongue, looking down to watch the tanned fingers dance along his chest. Fuck. His anxiety was beginning to peak just a bit, and he mentally shoved its ugly head back down, intent to handle this coolly, Striderly. “I mean, as long as ya want me here, of course. I ain't gonna push myself on ya, sweetheart, but Striders don't have one-night stands, no matter how sexy that plush ass a'yours is, and I don't wanna be startin' now, if you get what I'm sayin'.”

The street performer lifted his head to look up at Dirk, nodding softly. He resituated himself completely laying on top of Dirk again. He focused his eyes on the gorgeous orange of the blond's under him and chewed his bottom lip. "I..." He sat up enough, balancing his weight on his knees rather than on Dirk's stomach. "C-can a motherfucker uh, can I hear ya r-really up an' say it?"

“Them romcoms li'l Karcrab been makin' ya watch seem to have been taking an affect on you,” the Texan teased. “Makin' ya a bit of a sap.” He made sure his tone took on a teasing lilt before he cleared his throat, his tangerine eyes sparkling. “Will you, Gamzee Makara, take me to be your totally ironic and cool as fuck boyfriend?” He grinned, but made sure to change his expression into a more serious one. He may have been teasing and joking with the tanned clown, but his question, though it was laced with his lame jokes, was entirely opposite of a joking manner.

Gamzee felt the air escape his lungs at Dirk's question. He hadn't actually expected the older male to say it; that it was all a stupid joke and they would just end up fuck buddies or pretend this had never happened. He bit at his bottom lip, the smile on his face stretching wide. He nodded, almost teary eyed in his afterglow. "Of course, motherfucker, of course." He wrapped his arms around Dirk's chest and kissed him softly before biting down on Dirk's bottom lip, almost enough to break the skin. "Ain't no motherfuckin' sap here, unromantic son of a bitch."

Dirk groaned at the bite, unable to resist rolling his hips up at the bite to his lip. “Fuck, Gamz. Don't be doin' that shit, asshole. I ain't ready for a round three just yet.” He scowled at his....boyfriend? Yeah. His boyfriend. He almost grinned at the thought, but pushed it away, forcing the scowl to remain. “That's the kinda shit that's gonna make me pound yer ass into the mattress again once we're both up ta it, bro, so you watch what them teeth do.” Despite the warning, he couldn't resist leaning forward and taking his own turn to kiss, sucking at the juggalo's piercings. He smirked. “Told ya no Strider was gonna lay back an' jus' let ya do all the work, didn't I?”

Gamzee smirked and wiggled his bottom against Dirk's lower stomach and upper groin, purring gently into the kiss. "Mhn, must be real wicked nice ta call it three there, Dir-bro. Half of this group of batshit crazy party antics only pulled that closed curtain shit once, mister 'don’t-do-all-the-motherfuckin'-work'." He blew a raspberry at his lover, obviously teasing the blond. That was definitely something stupidly trivial and he didn't really care,  having loved every second of getting his Texan boyfriend off.

The Texan cocked an eyebrow at that. “Don't think I won't be fixin' that bro.” He gripped Gamzee's jaw, pressing his thumb into the tanned cheek. “You just wait 'til you're one hundred percent better. I'll be makin' ya scream til ya ain't able ta 'close that curtain' anymore an' you're beggin' me ta stop.” He couldn't help but to grind his hips up against the teasing bottom that rubbed down onto him.

Gamzee felt his face flush at the words and he couldn't stop his stomach from twisting and turning in the most pleasant of ways. That shit just really wasn't fair. The clown had only been teasing his boyfriend, but the asshole had to get under his skin and let that stupidly attractive deep voice light every single one of his pleasurable nerve endings on fire. The brunet groaned and nipped at his lover's wrist, ultimately pleased with the response. "Nhm," He was smirking gently, "guess we're gonna be real bed ridden the next couple'a days."

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[capriciousstridersarecancerous]

Have You Ever Really Danced on the Edge?

Fandom: Homestuck

Ship: Dirk Strider/Karkat Vantas

triggers: xenobiology, public sex, kismesitude, humiliation, double penetration, name calling, 

plot: Karkat thinks that Dirk is spending too much time with his matesprit, Gamzee, instead of with him and their kismesitude. Honestly, he is just whiney and wants a nice black romp. Dirk gives him one that he'll never forget.

related to the series "You Bleed Just to Know You're Alive" but you don't need to read the other story to enjoy this one. :3

Karkat felt himself scowl as he fished the key to his kismesis and moirail's apartment from his pocket. He wasn't going to bother knocking if he had a key, and besides that, he knew it would irritate his blackmate if he just barged right in. ...well, Dirk was pretty laid back and hard to rile up, but it was worth the attempt. He finally jammed the key in and pushed it open, closing it hard behind him, but not hard enough too really hurt anything. He did respect his quadrant mates after all. He found Dirk bent over his desk, and he growled at him. The man barely acted as if he were there. "Hey asshole."

Dirk shifted through a bunch of brochures, taking a moment from the sells reports from the club he hosted. He was trying to plan a getaway for his matesprit, having decided to take him to Disney World for their second anniversary. The blond just couldn't believe that someone like Gamzee had never been. It was unacceptable. Dirk looked up Karkat, arching his eyebrow. "Hey there, Squirt. Whacha got yer Kitty paws on?"

The crab glare at him. He hated that stupid nickname. His eyes flickered down to the brochures and he scoffed. "Well, it's clear you have your priorities set. Unless, of course, you've fucking forgotten you have more than one quadrant filled. It wouldn't surprise me any. Humans can be pretty stupid, but Striders seem to be fucking exceptional in that department."

Dirk looked up at Karkat, his eyes narrowed. Was Karkat really going to try and play that card? He had noticed Karkat getting more...antsy around him lately. Licking the color of his bottom lip, Dirk grinned haphazardly. He knew acting like Karkat was right would get under his skin even more. "Ah, yeah I guess Dave an' I are real pale an' shit for bros. Should get that cute fucker on the phone soon. He can help me plan for the trip."

Karkat's eyes widened for a second, his mouth dropping open. He hadn't expected Dirk to respond like /that/. He realized he was gaping like a seadweller and snapped his jaws closed. "What about your fucking kismesis?" he snarled, sure he was glaring daggers at the man now. He honestly couldn't think pf another person who infuriated him more. That included his own infuriating matesprit.

Dirk looked at Karkat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he fiddled with the brochures again. This time he wasn't really looking at them, more less something to for his fingers to play with before he could get a pissed off mutant to sit on them. "Oh? And what does my childish and needy little kismesis want, Karkitten?"

Said childish and needy troll growled quietly, the latter statement setting his temper off more than much anything else. "I'd like to say I want a bit of acknowledgment, bulgekiss, if that's not too much to ask!" He was really getting sick of those stupid brochures. He didn't give a damn about the trip, honestly. He was happy for Gamzee. His annoyance was that Dirk was using them to ignore him with. As if he hadn't been ignored enough by the Texan lately as it was. He slammed one hand down on the desk, the other shoving the stupid pamphlets to the side. "At least fucking look at me!"

Dirk stood up, leaning over the desk. He grinned and showed his teeth, grabbing Karkat's shirt collar. His grip tightened and the blond felt his own face morph into a smirk. "Awe slutkat, are ya just jealous that you're not gettin' dicked down real proper by the better Strider?" He kissed his spadesmate roughly, his teeth tugging at that bottom lip before pulling back. He pushed the mutant blood away slightly before sitting back down in his plush office c hair. "I gotta book the plane tickets. Be a lamb an' hand me my laptop?"

Karkat sputtered, his face turning a bright red in anger. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond. He never was with Dirk. His lip ached nicely from the bite, and his nook throbbed already. "Excuse me?" he finally managed. "I'm not a baby woolbeast, and I sure as fuck didn't come over here to play fetch for you like a barkbeast, either! I'm here to get some damn attention from my pitiful spade!"

Dirk laughed softly, rolling his eyes behind his shades. His blackrom mate was actually kind if cute and reminded him of a very pissed off kitten. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed these moments with the small troll. "Oh what? I wasn't really listenin'. I was thinkin' a how cute Gam'd look in Mickey ears. Wouldn't that just be the fuckin' best?"

Karkat seethed. Before he really knew what he was doing, he rounded the desk, spinning Dirk's chair to face him before leaning in. "This is what I'm fucking talking about," he snarled, baring his fangs. "You do everything for that bumbling clown, and let's not even get started on the shit you do for Dave. What do I get? A pathetic kiss and then get told to fucking fetch for you." He was breathing heavily by now, and his bulge sheath swelled, his bulge stirring in agitation.

A growl passed Dirk's lips. Karkat was striking at a very, very dangerous nerve. The blond stood up, his shoulders squared. Even being the "weaker" species as Karkat liked to say, the older Strider male was a force to be reckoned with. Dirk grabbed at Karkat's collar and snarled before pushing him forward , pinning the whiny little bitch to the desk. "You want my motherfuckin' attention? Ya got it, kitty bitch." Dirk pressed Karkat's shoulders down into the wood of the desk, leaving his ass perched nicely in the air.

A rush of breath was forced from the trolls airsacs as he hit the furniture, and it stunned him for a moment, enough that he nearly missed what Dirk had said. A small, nearly pathetic sound left him, but he covered it with a choked growl. The position was borderline humiliating, made all the more so by the fact that it had been a /human/ that put him in it. It was made worse by the fact that he actually had to struggle beneath him. "Let me go, bulgerot!"

Dirk grasped at the base of Karkat's throat, his nails slightly digging into the taut flesh. it wasn't enough to cut off the troll's circulation, but it was clear who was in charge. The blond male licked his lips and leaned down, his free hand on Karkat's hip. He dipped close to the cherryblood's ear. "Now why would I do that, yer beggin' for my attention. Ya got it now, motherfucker." He ran his fingers over Karkat's hip to his groin, pushing the tips of his digits to where Karkat's gorgeous little nook was. Pressing down on the clothing, Dirk smirked as Karkat twitched. "You have a need for a Strider."

The cherryblood continued trying to growl, but the attempted deadly sound was broken up, and ended in a small mewl. Despite the way his nook twinged, the troll ignored it and managed a laugh. “I should have stayed at home. You're brother can do better than this in his sleep. Maybe I should just pitchflush with him instead of wasting my time trying to get anything out of you.”

Dirk growled, fed up with the stupid games that Karkat was playing. Though it was part of his own black flirting with Karkat, the blond really did have to finish planning the vacation for the four of them by the end of the afternoon when Gamzee got home from hanging out with that bull-troll. The business man stood up and stretched his muscles, grabbing a fist full of Karkat's hair by his horns. "Listen here you sad motherfucker, I showed my bro every goddamn move he got, and /you/ should know that personally, you sad mutated gutterslut." Dirk pulled away from the desk, taking his blackmate with him; dragging him by the hair. Dirk tossed him onto the balcony, his face looking as if it was made of stone. "Strip before I rip the rags you have on off ya."

Karkat stared at his spade in what could have been anything from confusion, surprise and horror. “What?” he demanded, sparing a glance behind him to the street three stories below. “You can't be serious. You're not /that/ depraved, are you? I'm not fucking /stripping/ on a /balcony/ in clear fucking view for the god's damned public to set their ocular globes on my hideous mutant nook for!”

Dirk grinned sadistically, walking up to Karkat. "You'll do exactly as I motherfuckin' say, kittyslut. I own you." Dirk pulled his small pocket knife from his pocket and flicked open the blade. The taller male didn't think twice before he grabbed Karkat's sweater, slicing it open. If Karkat knew anything, he knew that Dirk would replace it when everything was said and done. The older male licked his lips at the sight of Karkat's beautiful cherry grubscars. "Strip you mutant whore; don't want that color to drench the pants you have to wear home."

It seemed, as Karkat stared down at the shirt on the balcony floor, that Dirk was, indeed, very serious. He eyed the knife warily. He knew Dirk wouldn't hurt him with it, of course, especially with his mild hemophobia, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to keep his eye on it. Especially looking at the remnants of his shirt. He didn't want his pants to end up the same way. He growled quietly and tugged at the button of the jeans, baring his teeth as he jerked them down. His snarl was ruined by the flush spread across his cheeks when he felt just the lightest bit of pre-genetic fluid trail down his thighs. “Happy now, Strider?”

Dirk noticed Karkat looking far more nervous than pissed off at the sight of the knife. That wasn't what Dirk wanted at all. He licked his bottom lip and smirked softly, flicking it shut. He knew the small Cancer was watching him, and he simply tossed it into the living room over his shoulder. Out of everything, he didn't need to scare Karkat out of his mind to overpower him. That would be cheap and honestly, just wrong. Dirk grinned, kissing Karkat forcefully before smacking his ass. "Turn the fuck around an' bend over real pretty."

The mutant's blush became much more prominent at the order, and he focused on kicking his jeans and shoes away so he wouldn't sigh in relief when the knife disappeared. He shot Dirk one last glare before he hesitantly turned around and bent over. Just as an added bit of spite, he reached behind him and spread his nook open, smirking to himself. “Just can't get enough of it, can you?” he taunted, delving a finger inside. He closed his eyes, trying not to think of the people down below on the street.

Dirk felt his dick twitch in his slacks. He had to admit, having these relationships with Gamzee and Karkat did give him quite the...fetish for such a pretty little nook. The both of them would mewl and writhe around him better than any other lover he'd ever had. What was not to love? Dirk smirked darkly, unzipping his pants and pulling his engorged shaft free. The cool air made him hiss but he couldn't help but stroke himself. "Mhn, my little cherry whore knows what daddy likes."

Karkat growled at the statement but didn't move from his position. His bulge sheath was completely swollen by now, and cracking open. He kept his eyes on the rail just a few feet before him, his nook dripping more as he realized just how close he was to flashing the whole neighborhood. “Daddy would like to suck my bulge, wouldn't he?” the troll muttered. Despite himself, he was actually quite enjoying the degrading position, and he dipped another finger into his nook, spreading the cherry fluid across his folds for Dirk's viewing pleasure.

Dirk growled, flexing his knuckles lightly before rearing back and smacking Karkat's ass. He loved how the mutant's plush ass would jiggle just slightly in reverberation. His kismesis, though smaller, was a bit more plush than his matesprit, Gamzee being incredibly thin with lean muscle. Karkat was tiny and had the best set of birthing hips Dirk had ever seen on a male. The older male smirked, grabbing at Karkat's wrist, pressing the troll's finger inside of his own nook, forcing him to ride the digit. "You like gettin' treated like my toy, don't ya Vantas." Dirk hissed, nipping the point of Karkat's ear. "Yer so wet for my dick, I can't wait til we got a crowd watchin' cause you're screamin' my motherfuckin' name."

The troll couldn't help but moan quietly, curling his finger and pushing his hips back on himself. His pride wanted to argue, but in all honesty he couldn't bring himself to do it. All he could do was make small sounds and tremble quietly. “Wh-oh hell no!” he growled quietly. “I am /not/ your little toy, and you're /not/ fucking me in front of a crowd like that freaky porn you have on your stupid computer!”

The suited male laughed softly, "Yer the one that wanted the attention, Karbaby. What kinda lover would I be if I /neglected/ my partner?" He ran his nails over Karkat's grubscars, grinding his dick into Karkat's slippery thighs. "You're so fuckin' wet you filthy whore. You wanna be watched. You crave the fuckin' audience."

Karkat whined, his cheeks burning the lewd suggestions that he honestly couldn't argue against. “Sh-shut up, nooksuck!” he growled, but it came out sounding strained. He let go of his nook and reached forward, grasping the bars of the balcony rail to keep himself balanced. “You don't know what you're saying,” he mumbled, ending his sentence with a bite to the lip.

Dirk pressed Karkat back to the rail, more securing him in place rather than trying to scare him. This was possibly one of the hottest things he'd done with Karkat, but he wasn't stupid enough to let Karkat get hurt. Dirk grasped at his his shaft, running the head across Karkat's wanting nook, purring in his ear. There was a vast difference in Karkat and Gamzee, their body temperatures were so different that it almost hurt to have sex with Karkat after getting used to Gamzee's body temperature. It made him think of climbing into a hot tub right after swimming in a pool. The masochist in Dirk absolutely loved it though. Bracing Karkat's hip, he pushed inside of the mutant, growling for the smaller male to stay still.

The small troll stiffened, not having expected the man to enter him so soon, but he was dripping enough already that it took little to adjust, and just felt /good/. He bit his lip, already straining to keep quiet. This whole ordeal was absolutely humiliating, and it made his bulge slip out. For a moment there he felt like he should be fucking himself; he was such a depraved creature, after all, but he pushed the thought away, focusing on Dirk instead. “I h-hate you,” he growled, pushing his hips back onto his spade's dick.

Dirk pushed forward, biting and sucking at the Cancer's skin, his nails digging deeper into the flesh of his hatemate's hips. The blond growled and rolled his hips, pushing deeper into Karkat. "Hate you too, asshole." Dirks body was stiff, the heat wafting and radiating around his groin and Dirk sat still for a moment before recharging and pushing himself forward, working inside of Karkat. "F-fuck, Dave ain't been workin' ya right... so motherfuckin' tight..."

Karkat snarled again, gripping the rail so tight the metal dug into his palms. “Dave's been doing a better fucking job than you could dream of doing.” He took a deep, shuddering breath, and huffed a small laugh. “Hell, I'd get a better black romp out of /Gamzee/, and he's my moirail.” He pulled his hips forward in a moment of pettiness, pulling that tight heat off Dirk's cock. “Maybe I should just go fuck him since you're so fucking busy.”

Dirk grabbed at Karkat's hair again, wrenching him back against Dirk's chest, making the crab practically impale himself on the blond. Dirk thrust into Karkat hard, pushing him back against the railing. He switched his hips, growling into his partner's ear. "I'd be makin' some noise if I were you, my whore of a cherry blood. You don't wanna piss me off even more." He pistoned his hips, mercilessly thrusting into Karkat now, wanting, craving for him to scream and beg.

A surprised yelp left the Cancer's throat, but he cut it off, sinking his teeth into his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. He did /not/ want to look, see if anyone had heard him, if anyone was staring up at him. He really was just trying to push Dirk's buttons, see just how far he could get the Texan going. He haphazardly took his hands off the rail and reached behind him, grabbing Dirk's wrists from where his hands gripped his hips and slid his fingers up the long sleeves. He knew that with the suits he wore there was no worry of anyone seeing at work, and besides that, he wanted to get a little blood on those nice clothes, so the mutant gripped him tightly and sank claws into his forearms, much like he knew the human would do to his hips if he'd had claws of his own rather than weak human fingers and nails. Sometimes Karkat thought Dirk was meant to be a troll, especially when it came to blackrom.

Dirk growled low in his chest to mask a moan he felt brewing. He thrust harder into Karkat, his own hips almost hurting from the stamina. He loved watching Karkat's body tense and lurch against the metal. At the feeling his wrists sticking to the fabric of his button down, a dangerous flicker of color crossed his eyes. The pissed off blond grabbed at Karkat's wrists, wrenching them up behind his back. Dirk pushed on his arms until he heard a loud yelp, securing Karkat with a single hand. The other grasped at the cherryblooded male's hair, raising him up forcefully by it and dropping him down again onto the firm railing.

The Cancer couldn't stop the sounds that left him as he was manhandled, sharp yelps and whorish cries falling from his lips. He was officially unable to move, let alone fight back, and a shameful part of him was perfectly happy with it. One of his nubby horns glanced off the rail, and that should have hurt, but it caused him to mewl like a kitten and arch his hips sharply for the Texan to go deeper. The public below was all forgotten as he screamed. "M-more, fuck!"

Dirk smirked widely at the sounds coming from the cancer. He reached down and smacked Karkat's ass as he thrust harder into him, his legs almost hitting the bends of his knees. Dirk reached around, grasping Karkat's bulge almost too tight. "You're so fuckin' loose, slut. Gamzee hugs my dick like a fuckin' angel, this shit's like a flag in a golf hole. Bet I could fit your bulge inside while I fuck your sorry ass." He hissed, deciding to test the theory. The brave blond widened his stance, pushing Karkat's legs further apart before guiding the writhing tentacle to Karkat's already full nook, not even asking permission before he coaxed it inside of his actually fairly tight companion.

The mutant tried to growl at the insults, but honestly they made his face burn. He cried out again, desperately straining to squirm his bulge out of the blond's unyielding grip. It almost hurt a bit, but clearly in a good way, as his nook began to drip so much more, enough that it wasn't too much of a struggle for his bulge to fit. Even though it went in, the fit was still tight, too tight, and it made the crab whimper as tears came to his eyes. Despite that, he forced his bulge to wrap Dirk's dick and he shoved his hips back, desperate to come soon.

Dirk grasped at Karkat's stomach, a heated huff of breath on the back of his neck. The blond thrust more shallowly, knowing with the way that Karkat's gorgeous nook was stretched around his dick that the male would definitely need a moment to adjust to the girth. The black spiking Dirk's blood just couldn't stop the motion of his hips, craving that burning heat around his cock. It was moments like this that he was glad his matesprit was a highblood and also much...cooler, between the legs. The blond loved the pure hurt of the near fire against him, but there was no way he could properly deal with this pain constantly. He hissed, digging his nails into Karkat's stomach, holding him tightly. "Scream, you little bitch," he hissed. "Tell every fucker down there who has you puttin' on a show."

The cherryblood's eyes snapped open, having forgotten entirely that they were right above the public. He heard himself whimper, turning his face away from the street before he could look to see if anyone was watching. He wasn't going to fucking scream, that was for fucking sure. However, he couldn't stop the series of moans that left his throat. Sometimes he wondered if fucking Dirk was like if he'd been black with his own matesprit, then the elder had to turn around and do something like this. Dave would never even think of something so humiliating, let alone would he have the human shameglobes to act on it.

Dirk grunted softly, thrusting into the small troll under him. He grasped at the mutant's sides, pushing him harder into the railing. His eyes were locked on the street under them, almost purring like a kitten when he saw that some people actually had noticed what they were doing. "Oh baby, you ain't gonna tell the audience how fuckin' good it feels to become my bitch? Not even how good your own bulge feels inside of your tight little nook?" He bit at Karkat's ear, forcing him to face the street.

Karkat yelped, his body still adjusting to the large girth inside him. Dirk's thrusts were intense, pressing his chest hard into the railing. He kept his eyes shut tight as he mewled, claws digging into his own palms as he balled his hands into fists. “'m not your fucking – ahn! Not your bitch!”

"Kinda looks like ya are, Kitkat," Dirk's panted breath was ghosted over the troll's slightly pointed ears. "Nhm, why don't ya see if anyone down there fuckin' agrees." He pressed his chest to Karkat's back, the writhing bulge around his own dick making him moan. He wanted to pull Karkat closer, at least getting rid of the fear of falling. He wasn't that cruel.

Karkat gasped at the feeling of Dirk's breath, his own breath released in a small cry. He whimpered, cracking his eyes open to see a small handful of people staring up at them with wide eyes. The realization of what they were doing suddenly seemed to click with the crab, and he closed his eyes again, moaning louder. His nook felt slicker, and he could hear his own fluids as his bulge around Dirk's shaft slid in and out of him.

The blond human wasn't sure how much more he could take of all of this; if he were going to be honest with himself of course. He kept his thrusts even, not wanting to hurt the crab. His muscles were tightening and he bit at Karkat's shoulder. "F-fuck, you're tight like this, Vantas." Dirk groaned into Karkat's shoulder dug his nails into the mutant's chest as he pinned his arms between their bodies.

The small troll keened, his voice going higher when Dirk's teeth met his flesh. He opened his eyes again, fluid dripping down his thighs to his ankles as he saw the people below. His nook was trembling, and his bulge tightened around the hard shaft pushing in and out of him. His body tightened, trembling beneath Dirk's as he grew closer, and before he knew it he was releasing around his kismesis, bulge nearly strangling Dirk's cock as he released both around and inside himself.

The near molten lava that was Karkat's release washed over Dirk's shaft and he moaned loudly into the broad of Karkat's shoulder. He growled as he pinned Karkat all the harder against his railing, thrusting into that tightening and near suffocating nook. Dirk's breath hitched as he felt his own coil snap and he shuddered hard as his orgasm hit. The orange eyed man came hard, holding himself as deep inside of Karkat as the mutant's body would allow.

Karkat whimpered quietly, his body shaking as he slowly began to fall from the high. He...hadn't had an orgasm so intense in.../quite/ a long time. He took deep breaths, groaning quietly at the feeling of Dirk grinding deep inside him. He slowly opened his eyes and his face instantly burned at the handful of people pointing up at the balcony. He shut them again, turning his face away. “A-are you almost done, nooksuck?” he mumbled, not bothering to think of a better insult.

Dirk hummed, the sound almost that of a content Cheshire cat. He purred and nodded, gently releasing his brother's matesprit from his hold. He let Karkat's arms drop and the blond reached down, slowly easing his softening length from inside of the Cancer. Dirk was exhausted and he knew Karkat would be too. Their romp was over, there was no need for the male to be an asshole anymore. "Nhm, damn kitten. You took a lot today." He shifted, helping the crab stand up before fixing himself back into his slacks.

The troll hurried away from the rail, leaning against the wall beside the balcony doors. He sucked on his lower lip, glancing at the cherry material on the floor of the balcony as well as between his own legs and still dripping. He managed a shaky smile at his kismesis. “You, uh, have a towel I can use, right? I don't want to get my disgusting genetics all over the place.” He stared down at the ground, avoiding Dirk's eyes. After having been watched by people in the street, he was suddenly a bit self conscious.

"Ah, liven up there Kittykat." Dirk grinned, leaning down to run his fingers over the slight dribble of material running down Karkat's rather supple thighs. He licked at the red, cleaning the color from the digits before purring. "I might think you personally are an annoying little shit but that red is pretty as fuck bro." He leaned forward and kissed Karkat's mouth, nipping his bottom lip. "You can't be your own kismesis. That's my job you little quadrant slut. Don't hate yourself. You're pretty great." The club owner purred and stepped into his living room, giving his spade a fluffy blanket from the back of his couch. It was black and warm so he wasn't too worried about stains.

Karkat scowled at his kismesis, but he accepted it, if only because he was too tired to argue. He wrapped the blanket around himself and used a corner to wipe the worst of the material away, pleased that he couldn't see the color against the dark fluff. He then made his way over to the small couch in the living room and plopped down on it, grabbing the remote. It was shorter than the couch he and Dave had, but he was small enough and it was quite comfy once he curled up beneath the blanket. He proceeded to ignore Dirk, immediately channel surfing through tired eyes.

Dirk rolled his eyes and stepped in front of the TV. "You lazy son of a bitch, I swear." He stayed there for a moment before deciding that his asshole of a hatemate wasn't going to respond to him. He sighed and walked back to his desk, sitting down in his rather plush office chair. The brochures were there, pretty much slapping him in the face. He really did need to book this vacation... With blissful feelings of adoration for his juggalo matesprit, the smitten Strider picked up the hotel pamphlets and started making calls. This really was going to be the best vacation for the for of them, even if his mutant hate lover was a demanding little prick.

[capriciousstridersarecancerous]

You Bleed Just to Know You're Alive

Fandom: Homestuck

Ship: Gamzee Makara/Dirk Strider

triggers: daddykink, xenobiology, human/troll relationship, trolls in heat, masturbation, control swap, self-penetration, sex

plot: Having an incredibly successful matespritship, Dirk and Gamzee have never been happier. The troll and human actively participate in sexual roleplay as a healthy mix of “Daddy” and “little boy” as well as “master” and “slave”. There is a very fine balance in their relationship, both focusing on the trust the other has in them to make it work. Dave, having always had Dirk and Karkat, Gamzee’s moirail, to himself, he becomes almost seethingly jealous of his kismesis and starts taking it out on the clown during their romps. Is Dave only jealous, or are there other underlying problems behind those dark aviators?

Chapter 1.

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Laying on the couch, an indigo blooded troll flopped onto his back. Gamzee was trying to make himself comfortable. It was incredibly... obvious what his body was going through. A particular mating season was approaching for the troll. His senses were heightening and textures were starting to feel so... /good/ against his skin. When did this couch become so soft and feather-like? He sniffed the air, his human boyfriend's scent thick in the air. It clung to the fabric of the couch and the pillows, and the clown could only imagine how potent it would be in their room. Without even bothering to clarify the sense of 'why' in his head, Gamzee was up on his feet and moving towards that very destination. The troll was right, after all. Absolutely everything smelled like a combination of Dirk and himself and it was heavenly. The juggalo fell face first into the bedding, burying his face into the fabric of the pillows, wanting nothing more than his boyfriend to get home from work and fuck him into the sheets. The Capricorn's thighs were shaking slightly as his mind raced, his bulge sheathe throbbing at the mere thought of his lover panting and hard above him. Gamzee flushed, his fingers weaseling underneath his body, pressed against his already damp nook, craving the pressure.

Dirk Strider nudged the door to his apartment open, juggling the bags of junk food and Faygo he'd picked up on his way home from work. “Yo, Gamz, ya gonna help me here or what?” When he didn't receive an answer he frowned, dropping the bags on the kitchen table atop the clutter that was already there. “Gamzee?” His eyes widened behind his shades at the sound of a...was that a whimper? He hurried to the bedroom, vaguely aware of the sweet small filling the apartment. He entered the room and froze at the sight of Gamzee on their bed, his hands hidden beneath his waistband. Well, he realized as his cock decided to say “good afternoon”. It must be Gamzee's heat cycle. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to this, after his recent experiences with Karkat during his, and the things he'd read. He smirked suddenly, kicking his shoes off before striding over to the bed. “Looks like someone missed me,” he purred, climbing onto the bed.

A shocked gasp left Gamzee's mouth as his head snapped up at the sound of Dirk's voice. He looked up at Dirk, his boyfriend's smell so much thicker now. He gripped at the sheets slightly before a rather loud purr burst from his chest. The rather tall highblood rose his hips wiggling them slightly before  crawling closer to Dirk, rubbing the side of his jaw against the human's chest and kissing at it through his shirt. Heats like this always reduced the poor juggalo into a mewling meowbeast. He looked up at Dirk with pleading eyes as his stomach flipped. "Please." His breath was somewhat raspy from not talking all day but he would have recited the entire works of William Shakespeare if he thought it would get him closer to having Dirk inside of him. Gamzee gently licked at Dirk's bottom lip, his nook clenching as he could feel the obvious heat radiating from the blond human.

Dirk had no words for the things Gamzee did to him when he was like this. He intook a deep breath, groaning quietly at the sweet cotton candy-like smell that flooded his senses. Dirk nipped Gamzee's lip, sucking it gently into his mouth as his hands trailed down the troll's sides. He massaged the soft flesh above his hips for a moment before dipping beneath his shirt, trailing up the heated skin. “I'll give ya anythin' ya want, you know that,” he whispered into his mouth, his tongue darting in to lap at those dangerous troll teeth he loved. “Just gotta ask for it, ya got me?”

A growl ripped from Gamzee's throat and he pushed Dirk onto his back, climbing into his lap. The troll pressed his lips to his boyfriend's, not having lost enough of his dignity to beg just yet. The Capricorn gently sucked at Dirk's tongue, rolling his hips down against the growing bulge in the other male's pants. "M-motherfuck, everythin's real hot an' fuzzy," The bare faced clown flushed brightly, his eyes hazy. He wanted Dirk out of those clothes /now/, but he wasn't going to beg for it.

“Mmm, that so?” He gave a lazy smirk, rolling his own hips up as his hands found Gamzee's hips, gripping them tight to hold him in place. Dirk licked his lips as he stared up at those indigo eyes. A small part of him wanted to push Gamzee's buttons so he could hear that sexy growl of his again. A larger part, however, knew just what the heat did to a troll and wanted to push a different set of buttons, a set that would have the highblood whimpering and mewling for more. One of the Texan's hands dropped from his hips, trailing touches he knew were too light down to the damp crotch of Gamzee's pants, his smirk growing when he saw a faint purple begin to show through the cloth. “Maybe we can make it hotter.”

Gamzee rutted against his boyfriend's fingers, needing some form of friction against his groin. The goat-horned boy bit at his bottom lip, pressing as hard as he could against Dirk's fingers, not really giving a fuck as to how desperate he really looked. "Th-then what's a motherfucker like yerself motherfuckin' waitin' for, brother?" His nails dug into the sheets on either side of Dirk, trying to give his hips more leverage. He could feel his nook dripping, small trickles of indigo painting his thighs.

Dirk chuckled quietly, reaching to pull his shades off. He stared at Gamzee with his orange eyes for a few seconds as he blindly dropped the anime glasses onto the bedside table. He leaned up and gave the Capricorn a teasing kiss before he flipped them, pressing the highblood onto the sheets. “Oh, I ain't waitin' for nothin', sweetheart,” he finally answered, his hands going to the waist of Gamzee's pants. His completely hard shaft jerked in appreciation as he tugged the offending article down past his hips to reveal that writhing purple bulge he loved so much. As he removed the pants, that cotton candy smell grew stronger, overloading his senses and causing him to groan. “Ya make such pretty colors, ya know,” the human commented, his face falling blank. “Smell so nice too, baby boy.” With that he traced the swollen folds of the troll's nook, teasing touches moving up and down the dripping lips.

Gamzee mewled slightly, shamelessly arching his hips up to Dirk's fingers, his bulge knotting and swelling a fraction. His entire stomach and hips were flushed, a vibrant indigo dancing over his eyes. The blond's fingers were a godsend but it just wasn't enough. The juggalo whimpered, feeling his bulge curl around Dirk's wrist. "M-motherfuck..." his fingers fisted into the sheets, his shoulders tense. "Shit.. D-Dirk," the name tasted so sweet on his lips but it was infuriating how the blond wasn't fucking him at that very moment.

Dirk continued gently easing the highblood, rubbing his fingers into the purple fluids that sheened against the swollen flesh. He shifted his legs, trying to get more comfortable with his complete arousal pressing against his tight jeans. “Take that shirt a'yours off. I wanna see them pretty grub scars ya got.” At the same time he pulled his hand away long enough to rip his own shirt off, uncaring of the purple stains the white cloth may end up with. Once it was gone he brought his hand back down, grazing past the squirming bulge as he went straight to Gamzee's trembling nook.

Gamzee did as he was told, his mental capacity lacking at the feeling of pure need leaking into his pan. He pulled the black fabric from his shoulders, his grub scars indeed inflamed and bright purple. Gamzee licked his bottom lip and fought back a whine, thinking only of getting his boyfriend to stop fucking teasing him. The Capricorn growled under his breath, his teeth baring at Dirk. "Motherfucker," he wiggled his hips, "do somethin' or a clown's gonna have ta motherfuckin' take it all up inta he own goddamn hands."

The threat intrigued Dirk and he cocked an eyebrow at the indigo. “Well, alright then, pretty boy. If that's how ya feel about it, then please, go right on ahead.” That said, the blond leaned back against the headboard and nodded at his boyfriend in encouragement. He unzipped his pants as he watched, his purple-stained hands resting at the waistband.

A deep growl rattled in the back of Gamzee's throat as his eyes locked where Dirk's hands rested. He wanted to see his lover, all of him. It was only fair, right? The highblood didn't want to show how disgustingly needy he was for his boyfriend's cock. If Dirk wanted a show, he's show him /exactly/ what he was missing. The purple blood gently grasped at his own writhing length, stroking it slowly. He moaned as he felt the tentacle swelling against his cold hands. Pushing the blond off of him, Gamzee climbed onto all fours, finding out that this was the easiest position for a stunt like this. Slowly, he guided his luckily flexible bulge to his own wanting nook, shuddering as the tip licked at the hungry folds. He cried out weakly as the bulge in his hand pushed forward, penetrating himself. His head dipped down and he panted, rolling his hips feeling his own length stretching his insides.

Dirk licked his lips and gave a small sound of satisfaction. He hadn't quite expected this turn of events but he sure wasn't about to complain. The view was pretty nice as well, if he did say so himself. They were probably going to have to throw these sheets away, judging by the amounts of indigo that dripped from Gamzee's fluttering nook, but if Dirk got to have his way with the clown, he was fine with that. His smirk returned and he dipped his hand into his jeans, rubbing it over his still boxer-clad erection. “How bout you spread them legs a'yours just a bit more, darlin'?” he suggested, giving himself a light squeeze.

The Juggalo was in no way a small troll, aside from his taut stomach and lean muscle. The long limbed male was almost disgustingly well-endowed according to his boyfriend. The way his own tentacle was coiling and rubbing his own nook made the male want to cry out and moan like a living bucket. He reached down, rolling onto his back again, letting Dirk see exactly what was happening. He ran his fingers over the bit of his bulge that wouldn't fit inside of him, his entire body shaking with pure need.

At the new angle, Dirk couldn't keep up his light teasing touches and pulled his cock through the slit in his boxers, giving himself soft, languid strokes. Watching his boyfriend fuck himself was a thing he didn't get to see often, so he was going to take advantage of the show. He quickly pulled his gloves from his hands, placing them on the bedside table beside his shades before going back to stroking his need. “Lookin' real nice,” he murmured, licking his lips again. “C'mon, love, I can't hear ya. I wanna know it feels good to ya.”

A whine left Gamzee's lips and he bucked his hips up, grasping at his base to slowly thrust the wriggling bulge in and out of his needy and dripping nook. The pre-genetic material was dribbling over his fingers and his thighs, making an ungodly pool underneath him. A part of the troll felt bad for leaking all over the sheets /again/ but at the moment he just couldn't rightly care. Dirk's name bubbled at his lips, a moan quickly following. The Capricorn rutted his hips hard against his own bulge, needing /more/.

“That's what I wanted,” the Texan murmured, gripping his length tighter as his name fell from the Capricorn's lips. “Just like that.” He casually tugged his jeans down, maneuvering his cock back through the slit of his boxers before tugging those off as well, nudging the clothing down to his ankles with his feet before kicking them to the floor. His eyes never left Gamzee – or, rather, Gamzee's beautiful performance, and he used his free hand to balance as he climbed to his knees, tugging at his length patiently as he knelt before the troll.

Gamzee whined and rolled his hips, the tip of his bulge tickling and writhing against all of the right places inside of himself. His nook quivered and quaked, his free hand gripping into the sheets underneath him. "N-nhm," He grunted, bucking his hips up. The clown tightened his hand, grasping at the thick shaft as he worked it into his body, the knotting length stretching him perfectly. "F-fuck, D-Dirk," His eyes were closed and he let his imagination swirl as the smell of his lover was becoming so intense.

The sight of the highblooded troll moaning his name with his bulge up his nook was all Dirk needed, his strokes getting faster, harsher with himself. His teeth sank into his lower lip, short of breaking skin, and his head fell forward. He felt himself getting closer, and as he stared down at that indigo bulge that was stretching his nook so beautifully, the bulge that /usually/ stretched him, he groaned and his body tensed up. He reached down quickly and grabbed Gamzee by a horn, hauling the shocked troll into a sitting position just as he came, and shooting all over the Capricorn's chest.

Gamzee's eyes widened and a loud moan fell from his lips. The blond's heated cum was dripping down his flushed chest and it smelled amazing. The position he was in forced his bulge deeper inside of him, the knot of his tentacle completely pressing inside of himself. A slight yelp rattled his throat but it didn’t stop him from riding his palm, trying desperately to push himself forward and up. The tip of his bulge was hitting all of the right places inside of himself and it was making him cry out desperately, his boyfriend's name hot on his lips. The deep smell was intoxicating and it was making him physically shake. He'd never openly admit it, but he loved that dominant gleam over dirk's face, the thought of completely becoming a human's toy for pleasure. The pure thought was causing his toes to curl and before he could stop himself, his own genetic material was splattering against his insides, his bulge straining to stay inside of himself as it emptied. A muted scream fell from the highblood's lips and he fell back against the bed, spent and dripping, enjoying the slight comedown before the inevitable heat consumed him again.

Dirk groaned quietly, the low sound purely at the sight of the highblood before him almost mewling desperately like one of the pets in his shows at the club. He could see himself getting used to the sight, honestly. He'd never seen Gamzee in such a desperate state before, had never held such....power over him before. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He smirked down at the nook fluttering around its engorged bulge, indigo leaking through the lips. He found himself shoving Gamzee's legs open further, watching the clown's face intently as he took a firm grip on his bulge and tugged it free. He dropped his mouth down, lapping up the cool drops quickly, moaning needy at the taste.

Feeling his knot pulled free from his nook, Gamzee whimpered. He arched up, seeing Dirk lick and swallow at his drippings. The sight its self was enough to spark that familiar heat inside of his stomach. Deep purple was starting to stain at his matesprit's lips, and it made him want to purr like a well fed meowbeast. The clown reached down, lightly tugging at his lover's golden hair, a needy whine pulling at his vocal cords. "M-motherfuck, D-Dirk, you ain't gotta tease a m-motherfucker." He let out small puffs of breath, his head pressed into the bedding underneath him. The juggalo could feel his messy hair sticking to his forehead, the face paint littering his face smearing just slightly.

The blond smirked and pulled away, nipping at his lover's thigh. “Calm yer horns an' hush up. That backtalk is just makin' me wanna tease ya more.” With that he returned to his meal, digging his fingertips gently into the clown's hips. “Look at me,” he ordered. He stared up at the clown, holding eye contact as he delved his tongue in to suckle down the purple held inside the cool nook, knowing one of Gamzee's favorite things was to see his orange eyes while he ate him out and worked his tentacle. He felt Gamzee's bulge slide against his face leaving a wet smear and he growled, reaching up with one hand to pull it away and hold it immobile as he licked and swallowed.

A loud whine pulled from Gamzee's throat and he tried not to push his hips up. He couldn't put his finger on why, but to watch and feel Dirk manhandle him like that made his chest heat up in pure bliss. He tried not to close his eyes, not wanting the golden blond to stop. His mouth on the clown's cold nook felt like bliss, almost like stepping into a warm bath after a long cold day. The troll tugged at Dirk's hair helplessly, panting as the heat in his stomach was starting to make him swell and his grub scars ache. The tip of his tentabulge was curling around Dirk's hand, helplessly wriggling in search of a wanting nook.

Dirk continued to lap at the folds, even after he was satisfied he'd drank down all of the clown's cum and was only left with the desperate heat's fluids. He decided right then and there that drinking from Gamzee's nook was his new favorite thing to do. He could feel the indigo thickening on his face and knew he needed to get it off before it stained. It wasn't that he wasn't all for being marked by a troll's cum, especially Gamzee's, but he wasn't so sure about having the purple all across his face, especially when he went to work. He pulled his mouth away, tugging just gently enough at the bulge he still gripped tightly. “I think I'll be givin' ya what you want here in just a minute if you get yourself on up here and clean my face fer me, baby.”

The clown shuddered and nodded softly, feeling himself scramble up to his knees. Dirk's words sounded promising and made his bulge pulse in the pale older male's hand. His matesprit was so attractive and smelled so fucking good with his shoulders squared and acting so dominant and controlling. It had quite the physical effect on the purple blood. Gamzee leaned into Dirk's chest, fumbling slightly with his hand on the blond's practically hairless thighs as he propped himself up, licking lovingly at Dirk's cheek. He bathed the human with his tongue, having no shame in tasting his own thickened finish on his lover's skin. "mhn," He moaned softly, nails trailing over dirk's thighs.

The human gave a moan of his own, hand coming down to stroke at his arousal. He turned his face, allowing Gamzee reach to collect all his own indigo fluids. There was something undeniably sexy about the troll in such a desperate state, so eager to please like a little pet... He stored the thought away for later, focusing on the task at hand. However, Dirk couldn't help but give in to his experimental temptations, and decided to take a nosedive, wanting to see how his troll would react. “Doin' such a good job, bein' such a good boy, tryin' to please yer daddy so you can ride his hard cock, ain't ya love? Clean him up real good, sparkle shine this handsome face and maybe he'll yet ya do just that.” Throughout the small speech, Dirk had honestly worked himself up, panting quietly at his own words, surprising himself. But he was also nervous, his heart pounding thoughts racing to figure out how Gamzee would react, sorting through all the possibilities and honestly being unsure about every single one of them. His own uncertainty made his anxiety that much worse, and he was thankful for his cool demeanor, not wanting to give away any of that inner panic.

Gamzee's shoulders shook, a tremor of absolute pleasure rushing down his spine at the sound of pure authority in Dirk's voice. He replayed the words in his head, his bulge twisting and coiling against his thigh at the thought. The younger male continued lapping at his 'daddy's' face, his long tongue making easy work out of the chunky genetic material. The taste was kind of sour but it wasn't necessarily bad. The juggalo was trilling and purring at his matesprit, wanting nothing more than his heat to be quelled. He rubbed and nuzzled against Dirk, almost hesitantly like a puppy trying to play with a new owner. He glanced between Dirk's gorgeous sunburst eyes and his plush slightly swollen lips and whined softly, "Will Daddy kiss his little boy? Fuck'em like he promised?"

Dirk all but breathed a sigh of relief, hiding it with a smirk. “You bet he will,” the blond whispered, licking his lips and gripping Gamzee's hips, forcing the highblood to grind down hard on his shaft, his wet nook making it nearly difficult to keep himself from entering. Though, to be honest with himself, he didn't want to stay out of it. He leaned forward and caught his clown's lip with his teeth before pulling back and grinning. He couldn't take any of this much longer. He was torturing them both at this point. He swiped up a bit of the white cum on Gamzee's chest and pressed it against the troll's lips. “You been good 'nough,” he murmured, his eyes flashing in excitement as Gamzee immediately began to suck his finger. “Real fuckin' good. Guess ya've earned it.” He pressed his hips upward, teasing his lover by pressing just his tip inside the cool dripping nook. “If ya want more than that, yer gonna have to do it yerself.”

Gamzee whimpered, the intrusion inside of his nook just enough to make his stomach flip. He sucked and laved at the fingers in his mouth, gently nipping them as he lowered his hips obediently, taking his entire lover inside of himself. It was a swift movement of weight, causing Gamzee's thighs to shake as he impaled himself. He mewled around Dirk's fingers, swallowing lightly at the digits to clear some of the saliva in his mouth. He couldn't stop it all, a few strands of purple dribbling from the side of his mouth. He shifted his hips, grinding down lightly as he felt his lover so deep inside of him that his own bulge wouldn't reach.

Dirk groaned, resisting the urge to buck upward. He smirked, licking at the white teeth on the right side of his mouth. “Makin' a mess already, ain't ya baby boy?” He leaned forward and licked at the drool, using his fingers to press Gamzee's tongue to the bottom of his jaw. “So good, so tight.... Ya know how ta make Daddy feel real good doncha baby?” He kissed his lover's cheek before settling back, slowly pulling the fingers from his lips, rubbing the slick purple saliva around the highblood's lips. “Why don't you try makin' him feel even better?” With that he bucked upwards, groaning at the sound Gamzee made with the contact.

The troll moaned low in the back of his throat, his fingers gripping at Dirk's sides, where his grub scars would be if he were a troll. Sometimes the highblood fantasized about what it would be like if Dirk were a troll, deliciously grey skin, beautiful pointed horns, a bulge to stretch and over power the highblood's tight nook, to knot him and make him his personal whore... But now that Dirk was acting that way while being human... for some reason it just made it all the hotter. The indigo blood becoming owned and treated as if he had to please a "lesser" being... it made his stomach flip in the most harsh and graceful ways. Gamzee did as he was told, moving his hips so that Dirk would slide inside of him, his body quaking at the feeling of something so stiff stretching his insides mercilessly. He loved the sting, loved the relentless pull it gave his body. The juggalo moaned as he pushed his hips down, taking his lover's entire length with each thrust.

The tightness around him combined with Gamzee's low body temperature made Dirk bite his lip and toss his head back, his hips trembling with the intensity. He'd know Gamzee had a tight nook from how large his bulge was, but he'd never actually been inside it except with his fingers, and both sensations combined made him feel like he was going to spill again right there. He'd known he had a cold fetish from the first time the Capricorn had fucked him, but he had no idea how good it would feel around his cock. He thrust upward, meeting every drop, despite having told the troll to do the fucking. He figured he'd be forgiven this time around, because fuck the juggalo's nook made him believe in those mirthful miracles Gamzee was always going on about.

With the way the Texan was bucking up, it was hard for the long limbed clown to stay in perfect balance. He gripped at Dirk's sides, moaning shamelessly. Gamzee was typically rather quiet and calm in bed unless they happened to get a bit rough, but with the older male fucking him like this, it was a bit too difficult to catch his breath let alone calm himsellf down. With a particularly hard slam of his hips, Dirk's name flew from his chapped lips and all he could honestly do was cling to his boyfriend. He'd never admit it to anyone, but this was the first time that he'd let anyone inside of him, and the juggalo was not regretting it. "M-motherfuck, D-daddy..." the words left him without thought, his insides tightening. That was something that was going to definitely stick around in their sex life if this was any indicator.

Dirk moaned, unable to take it anymore, and Gamzee's moan of “daddy” pushed him past his limit. Before he realized what he was doing, he shoved the highblood off him, surprised at how easy it was, and pinned the troll to the bed as he began to pound into his clown. It didn't take many thrusts before he was gone, a cry of “Gamzee!” leaving his throat as he filled the near-icy nook with his own hot slurry. He felt himself flush a bit from how quickly he'd come and his volume.

Gamzee's claws were buried into Dirk's back, his body shaking and his thighs absolutely quaking. He buried his face into his lover's neck, crying out into his warm skin. His body was sore from overuse and the practical lava inside of him only added to the miraculous sensations. He whimpered and thrust his hips up a few more times before his own orgasm practically smacked him in the face. His bulge, which was caught between them at the moment, curled and knotted at the tip, his genetic material covering both of their stomachs. The Texan's name was hot on the alien's tongue and he panted, his body going stiff. It was safe to say that neither of the two had cum that hard in quite a while.

The claws digging into his skin drew Dirk's orgasm out a few moments longer, to the point he could no longer thrust and had to hold himself still, buried to the hilt as he trembled from the oversensitivity. He hung his head, pressing his forehead into Gamzee's, barely aware of the facepaint smearing onto his skin, and honestly barely caring. He managed to open his eyes, grinning when he saw the indigo staring back at him. He brought a hand up, stroking gently at the highblood's horns. “How was that, darlin'?” he asked quietly, feeling his anxiety spike again. He hoped and prayed with everything he had that Gamzee was sated and happy, but he was still worried about his reaction to Dirk's complete dominance.

Gamzee gently purred, the happy sound spreading through his chest. Slowly, he licked at Dirk's lips, adoring his lover's taste before nuzzling against Dirk's jaw like a cat trying to rub it's scent on his owner.  He relaxed his claws and gently wrapped his arms around Dirk's waist, not particularly wanting him to move just yet. "Nhm... I gotta motherfuckin' say..." his face was flushed an electric purple and he couldn't really look Dirk in the eye from embarrassment. "A uh, a clown ain't got no motherfuckin' objections ta lettin' daddy do that a lot motherfuckin' more from now on..."

Dirk did sigh in relief at that, grinning and reaching his other hand up to gently stroke the other horn as well. “I can't say I'd be against that, clown,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss Gamzee softly. A heavy exhaustion was settling its way over the blond and he reluctantly pulled his softening length out, shifting to lay comfortably across the highblood's chest. “Ya better get used to it, 'cause I think Daddy's gonna be around from now on.”

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amabies submitted: For you dork I tried

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thIS IS CUTE AS HELL THANK YOU BAE

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Kawaii as fuck Dirk because I like making self indulgent pixels….

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Another one

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hello, stridercest.. it’s been a while..

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deusexmchna:

Some men just want to watch the world BURN

I CAN’T HELP IT MAN THESE BILLIARDS ARE ON FIRE.

Looks like you just started some SICK FIRES BRO.

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if u think this pic is cute u need to know that dave had already collapsed there and dirk just wriggled his way in and probably put dave’s hand on his butt

he only regrets it once he realizes that dave has set the channel to animal planet and they are snuggling to a chorus of orangutan mating calls

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babbyshooshes by Rabu-rii

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Juggalo by xX-THAWorks-Xx

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