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"I said I've never felt comfortable before." It comes out of him in an embarrassed rush, but there's determination when he meets your red eyes with his own. "I do now."
You're hit all at once by a tidal wave of responsibility. He trusts you, in a way he's never trusted anyone before. This is so, so real for both of you, and you are terrified to fuck it up. Again.
This has to be the best god damn sex of your life. No pressure.
You answer the vulnerability in his eyes with a kiss, drawing him closer and trying to show, rather than tell, just how seriously you take that trust. It seems to work because Karkat melts into you again, large hands settling soft and uncertain on your waist. You hum low in response and take one hand, guiding it gently under your shirt until he gets the picture.
"Oh shit, they're soft?" He breaks the kiss at the same time as you gasp out, his fingers having made a curious beeline for your nipple. He circles and rolls it, investigating the sensitive nub, and you can't quite tell whether he's more fascinated by how it feels or what it does to your face. "I always pictured them hard, like grubscars."
You make a noise that's half laugh half groan, your own fingers making a go of the hem of his shirt. "I think we're officially both wearing too many clothes." He nods and stands up, as you break apart just long enough to shed his upper layers. Once his shirt is off you pause a moment to just stare at him. The grubscars up his sides are bright red and the chitin of his chest is just as weirdly smooth as it had seemed under your fingers days ago, when you first managed to get your hands up there.
"Man, you really are an alien, huh." You hear yourself say, setting some kind of new world record for stupidity. "I mean, different seein' that shit in porn and seein' it in person, you know?"
Karkat scowls and you notice with some delight that his chest reddens slightly when his face does. "Are you seriously comparing me to a porn actor?" He grumbles, and his chest tics slightly when he clicks in irritation. Cool.
"Come on dude, you can’t tell me you didn’t look up human pornography as soon as we had access to each other’s internets.” You smirk, running fingers curiously along his - yep, very firm - grubscars.
“Dave. I was six sweeps old when the war started. Of course the first thing I looked up was pornography.” He's trying to look unaffected, but you can tell by the way he presses into your touch that you've really landed on something here, rubbing more firmly on the flesh the way you've seen in videos.
“Tight. Same.” You say lightly. "So we can both be secure in the knowledge that we're approaching this with wildly unrealistic expectations, and work from there."
Karkat laughs, and reaches down to pull your shirt off in turn. You feel the smile drop off your face as you still his hand with yours.
"Okay, before you do, just- remember I told you why I always wear long sleeves. Lotsa scars and shit under there. Don't wanna talk about 'em." It's a much lighter version of the warning that you've had to give previous sexual partners, and when he nods you trust that he'll actually heed you; none of the gasping or cooing or apologies you've experienced in the past.
True to his nod, Karkat doesn't react with more than a slight furrowing of the brow. It's a mess, you know - the bramble of scars, small and large, smattered all across your body. You've never felt self-conscious about them, per se, but the pity and questions get too much. It's a part of your past best forgotten, one nobody but your closest circle gets to know. The privacy is worth surviving summers in L.A. or Houston in long sleeves and hoodies.
Karkat's hand ghosts across your chest and for a moment you think he's tracing your largest scar, the one that nearly killed you, but he slides past it to brush at the small tuft of hair in the center of your chest. "Man, humans really do have hair fucking everywhere."
A laugh jolts out of you, as something you didn't know was tense unknots. You're safe. "You've got no idea, dude. I'm blond, I've hardly got fuckin' any anywhere but my head. Some dudes get so damn hairy they could go naked to furcon."
"Still fucked up." He says idly, carding his finger through the few wisps of hair, never once tracing the line of a single scar. He's seeing straight past them - nobody has ever seen past them before. You almost want to cry but that would be the furthest thing from sexy, and right now sexy is kind of your main concern.
"You should go back to playin' with my nips." You say instead, hooking your fingers into his belt-loops and pulling him closer to stand between your thighs, rather than looming over awkwardly. "I was enjoyin' that."
"Right..." He smooths both hands over your chest before returning to your nipples with the same curious attention he had before. Each brush and rub shoots straight to your dick, reminding you just how fucking long it's been.
You've never been much of a pillow princess though, and before long your hands snake out to rub at his grubscars in response, learning the texture of the solid scar tissue and soft, malleable flesh surrrounding them; softer than his chest, but spongier than human skin. Still, he seems to like a lot more pressure than you would expect, and when you push in between two of the scars he lets out a groan loud enough to startle both of you.
"Shit, dude..." You breathe, looking up at him, feeling almost foggy with want. You don't even have time to take in his expression before he's captured you in another hungry, needy kiss. You wrap your legs around him to draw him in, and you're very abruptly met by the feeling of firm, desperate writhing from inside his jeans.
"Oh, fuck..." You breathe, breaking the kiss to grind up against him. "I have got to get that thing inside me..."
Karkat pauses, narrowing his eyes. "I thought male humans didn't have nooks."
You can't quite hold back a groan of frustration, head tipping back. "That's - fuck, that's a complicated topic for when everyone is way less horny. Some dudes do. I don't, but there's other ways. C'mon, man, you said you saw porn…"
He pulls a face that's definitely not sexy. "That- I just thought that was... some kind of fucked up fetish thing. You don't-"
"No, dude, anal's normal for us." You stroke his sides lightly, trying to keep the mood going. "I mean, we don't have to do it if you're seriously grossed out, but it's a normal-ass thing." You snort despite yourself. "Ass thing." He scowls, and you continue. "For real though, I dunno about troll anatomy but we got stuff up there that makes it feel good. I like it. A lot. But like... if it's too far, it's all good. We can-" You start to say you can just give each other head, then you get another look at his teeth. "...we can do other stuff."
He nods, clearly still uncertain, but relaxes a bit. "I, uh... I'll think about it? Just kind of... didn't think it was a possibility..." He mumbles and you grin, squeezing him lightly with your thighs, still hooked around the breadth of his hips.
"Very possible. But let's start with ditching the pants, a'ight?" You lead by example, finally releasing him enough to undo your fly, temporarily distracted by the struggle of wrestling your way out of your skinny jeans. Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to wear these?
Thankfully, Karkat only laughs at you a little before moving to help, and between the two of you, it doesn't take - well, it takes longer than it could have, since you get distracted making out twice - but it doesn't take too long until you're sprawled on the bed, stark raving naked in front of an alien who's kind of looking at you like you're a biology exam he didn't study for.
"Like what you see?" You gesture languidly down your body in the hopes of making yourself less uncomfortable, but it doesn't really work. Your boner is flagging a little, but it perks up as he reaches- nope, not for it, he's running his fingers through your fucking pubes.
"You've even got hair here, holy fuck." It's so cute you can't help but laugh, pulling him in for another slightly sharp kiss.
"Told you, this is nothin'. My twink ass would look like one of those fucked up hairless cats next to some of the bears I've seen at Pride." You smirk, watching him try and completely fail to parse what you just said, before he leans in and kisses you instead.
"You're so stupid." He grumbles against your lips, and you laugh directly in his face.
"You like me stupid." You tease, and he kisses you again in response, still stroking slowly through your pubes, so close and yet so far from where you actually want his hand.
"C'mon man, stop teasin'..." You grumble, but don't actually make any moves to direct him onwards. Gotta let him take his own pace. Thankfully his pace speeds up a little, and you groan as he finally, finally touches your cock. He takes it in hand, frowning slightly, and sort of... wiggles it.
"So- okay. Didn't expect it to move. I knew that bit." He says, alongside a slightly tense chirp. "But, um, in the videos, they kind of..." He wiggles it again, in the world's worst imitation of jerking off, and you can't hold back a laugh.
"Okay, first you need something on your hand, we ain't self-lubricatin'." You shift away just enough to grab the lotion from your bedside table and pass it to him. "Put some on your hand, then move it up and down along the length, not side to side." He obliges, and you don't try to hold back the groan as he finally gets it right. "Fuck, dude, yeah, just like that."
He gets the knack very quickly, and you let your eyes roll shut and your hips rock into it slightly. It's been longer than you want to admit since anyone other than you was down there, and you didn't realise just how badly you needed this.
Or maybe you just needed him.
"Fuck..." He breathes, and when you open your eyes he's looking at you like he's never wanted anything more. It's equal measures intoxicating and terrifying.
After a while you sit up again, breath a bit more ragged than before. "Alright, my turn, lemme get my hands on your tentacle. Boutta get real hentai up in this bitch."
Karkat scowls, but his hands go to his fly obligingly. "If you compare my bulge to fucking tentacle porn again I'm leaving." He grumbles, and you can't quite help grinning.
The grin drops slightly into a look of awe as you get your first glimpse of his bulge. It's so red - bright, screaming crimson, and yep. That sure as fuck would have given away the game to anyone who saw it - he wasn't kidding. It's also thick, slightly longer than your cock but tapered at the end in a way you've been thinking about for... longer than you'd like to admit. Yeah, you want it in you bad.
"Damn, dude, it's better than I imagined..." You murmur, reaching out a hand curiously. It only takes a slight touch for it to coil around your hand and grip, hard, and Karkat lets out the strangest buzz-groan you've heard from him yet.
"Fuck..." He hisses, both of you watching as his bulge squeezes your hand like a python and slimes all over it like a hagfish. "That's - damn, you're so soft…"
"Takin' that as a good thing." You grin and squeeze slightly, smirking at the noise you manage to wring from him. Troll porn doesn't tend to feature a ton of hand stuff, but static squeezing seems to be the primary component and it's definitely working on him. You trace your other hand down to rub cautiously at his nook, sinking a finger slowly into the heat as he opens up for you with a whine.
"Man, that's really fuckin' sensitive, huh?" You file away for later, and don't think about how little later there is. Instead you curl your finger, trying to manage some kind of weak imitation of what his bulge was doing before it caught hold of your hand, and he whimpers.
"Fuck..." You breathe, looking up from his crotch to his face, and he's flushed and desperate, and so, so open. You untangle your hands and don't even think about the red goop you're getting all the fuck through his hair as you pull him in for a kiss.
You guide him on as you start to lie back, and he gets the message, crawling carefully up to hold himself just above you. You appreciate the care but damn, there's something so sexy about having someone so big over you, and you kind of wish he would throw that caution to the wind and just crush you a little.
You settle for arching your hips up against him, and yelp when his bulge takes the cue and grips hold of your cock, squeezing just a bit too tight and sliding against the sensitive skin.
"Fuck, fuck, okay, that's - fuck..." You pant out, hips rocking instinctively into the slick grasp. "God damn, dude..."
You grind your hips instinctively into the warm wetness coiled around you and damn, yeah, you could definitely just come like this. You don't top often, but it's firmer and tighter than anything you've fucked before, with just the right amount of moisture. God damn.
You really don't want to come right away though so you reach down reluctantly to extricate yourself, letting his bulge tangle around your hand instead. Looking up you see his eyes are closed, smooth skin lightly beaded with sweat. Which... how the fuck do trolls sweat through fuckin'... chitin, or whatever? Not important. He's definitely feeling it though, and you keep your hand tangled in his bulge as you check in.
"Still doing okay?" You ask gently and he nods, shuddering hard.
"Feels... really fucking different to doing it myself." He pants, and you can't hold in a small laugh.
"Better different or just weird different?" You can't help asking, cheek returning as you get a better hold of yourself. He rolls his eyes, breath still coming in hitches and huffs.
"Bit of both." He admits, and you grin.
"Hey, same here." You hesitate before glancing at the bedside table. "Okay, I really do wanna get you inside me. Are you... okay with trying that?"
He pauses, looking down at you uncertainly. "You're sure it won't hurt?" He glances down. "And it's not... nothing obscenely foul is going to come out?"
You can't quite help cackling, and shake your head. "Won't hurt long as I prep first, and I should be clean enough down there." You considered prepping beforehand, truth be told, but it had felt a bit presumptuous while you were pacing around waiting for Karkat to arrive. Like, hey, glad you survived the terrorist threat dude, got my ass nice and ready for ya. You do kind of wish you had done that now, thinking about it - even moreso when Karkat gives a tentative nod.
"I- yeah, if that's... if you're sure, then yeah, alright. Fuck it. If I'm going to pail for the first time with a fucking alien, I might as well go all in on doing it alien-style." He grumbles, and you feel your face split into a broad grin.
"Dude, you are gonna love doin' it alien-style." You concur, wiggling your hand away from his bulge again. You glance at the bedside table, then back to your red-slicked hand, and after testing the consistency determine it's good enough. "A'ight, I'd offer to teach you how to do this yourself, but... claws are a bit of an issue. So just... watch, I guess?"
You hike your hips up just enough to reach your entrance, shivering at the familiar feeling of your finger sinking in. You won't need much prep anyway; you've been... a bit preoccupied in the evenings lately. Preoccupied enough that you're able to slide a second finger in pretty much straight away, groaning and rolling your hips as you put on a bit of a show for him.
"Just - fuck - just helps loosen things up a bit. Sphincters and shit. Or fuckin'... squeezeholes or whatever the fuck you'd call it."
Karkat nods slowly, eyes roaming up and down your body as you shift and rock beneath him. "Something like that." He sounds distracted and you grin, sizing up the tip of his bulge where it's pressed hard against his stomach, rolling back and forth. Fuck it.
"Okay, cool, I- I'd need more with a human, but you're tapered as shit and literally self-lubing so I reckon we're gucci." You pull your fingers out and take hold of his bulge again - "take hold" mostly meaning touching it very slightly and letting it do the rest.
"God, your bulge seriously kicks ass. Like, wow man. Holy shit." You give it a small squeeze and he groans, eyes fluttering shut. It's so hot you kinda want to do it again, but now's definitely not the time.
"Okay dude, you sure you're fine with this? We can stop at any time, just say the word." You've never been this nervous in your life about fuckin' it up in the bedroom with someone and it must show in your voice, because he opens his eyes to meet yours, looking deadly serious.
"Look, for some insane reason I've decided to trust you with this, even though you've proven you can't be trusted with something as simple as a fucking camera. I'm fine. Everything you've done so far has felt- has felt really fucking good. So yeah. I'm- I want you." His voice drops into almost a purr at that, and it's so god damn hot it reverberates all the way through your body. "So I'm okay to go about that... however is good for you."
"Fuck yes, dude. You're gonna love this." You don't hold back the grin, leaning up to kiss him again as you guide his bulge to your entrance. You had expected it to be a bit more challenging to extricate your hand, but the second it brushes against a warm hole it acts, pulling away from your hand to - fuck - to burrow its way deep into you.
And holy shit - burrow is the right word. It squirms and twists against every inch of you as it worms its way in, seeming to track down every pleasurable spot at once like a goddamn prostate-seeking missile. You don't fight the jolt it sends sparking through you, your back arching and head falling back at the feeling. "Fuck!" You gasp out, gripping his sides tightly for support.
It seems like he's feeling the same because he finally gives up on holding himself up, groaning as he leans down to settle more of his body weight on you. The combination of the tip of his bulge rolling and grinding against your prostate and the comforting, heavy pressure of his body atop you is almost enough to send you over the edge and you pant, taking a quick moment to think about the ten minute puking scene in the Movle before you ruin this by coming the fucking second he gets inside you.
Thankfully his bulge seems to get the picture, because once he's all the way in there its thrashing slows to a gentle roll, undulating in a way that's distinctly weird but hot as fuck. You roll your hips slightly with it, trying to remember how people were moving in the troll porn you've seen. There wasn't a ton of thrusting or bouncing, more slow rolling and grinding. You get it now, as the tip of his bulge presses firmly against your prostate again and wrings a whine from you. No reason to thrust when you've got fucking prehensile junk.
"Fuck, Dave, you're so fucking tight..." Karkat hisses, rolling his hips slightly against yours. Any reservations are pretty clearly gone, as he burrows his face deep into the crook of your neck. "I - nggh - shit, I didn't expect..." He pants out, and you hook your legs around him in response, holding him close against you as his bulge continues to curl and press like it's looking for something inside you. The word 'seedflap' vaguely tickles at the back of your mind, but you feel much too good to try to piece together the alien anatomy you've picked up from his more creative swearing fits.
Pulling him closer has the added advantage of pressing your cock against his belly and you groan, rocking up against the smooth skin eagerly, even though the extra sensation is borderline overwhelming. "Yes, shit, that's- that's good..." You're usually better at dirty talk, but you feel a bit like his bulge is trying to dig a fucking tunnel straight through your prostate, and it's all you can really do to make noises considered to be words by any intelligent species.
Speaking of which, you're pretty sure Karkat's given up on English. His thorax is buzzing against you (another sensation to fight against in your struggle not to come laughably early) and the chirps and groans coming from his throat are thick with it, whatever the fuck he's saying. It's too sexy for you to actually care about the details.
His bulge gives a particularly rough thrash inside you and you lose the war against your own orgasm, back arching high off the bed as you rock against him, chasing every ounce of sensation. It's blisteringly intense, every nerve in your body firing at once as his bulge never once lets up, rubbing and writhing hungrily against your prostate.
Coming back to yourself in pieces, you relax your legs to put some distance between your cock and the sticky mess you've made of both your bellies, your breathing still ragged and rough. Karkat's bulge has thankfully slowed somewhat, but it's still uncomfortable against your overstimulated insides. Looking up, you see Karkat looking at you slightly awed, face red-tinged and open.
"Fuck, that was... I did that to you..." He mumbles, and you realise you've been so carried away by the best goddamn orgasm of your life that you forgot to check in with the guy experiencing all this for the first time. It's a surprise that he's been so distracted by watching you get off, but thinking back on all his talk about having given up on sexual relationships, it makes a kind of sense.
"Yeah, you did." You grin, your own voice rough and breathless. "Bit oversensitive now though..." You wiggle your hips and he takes the cue, supporting himself on one elbow as he reaches the other hand down to gently coax his bulge out of you. It gives one last parting stroke along your prostate, and damn, you're pretty sure you're ruined for humans for good.
You don't say that though; instead you just lean up and kiss him, making the slew of garbage that usually has full ownership of your mouth take a backseat for once. He kisses back breathless and eager, and you take the moment to roll back through your warped, porn-addled understanding of troll anatomy.
"Okay, so, no seedflap to speak of on me, so we can't get you off the good ol' fashioned troll way..." You murmur against his lips, trying to work out the logistics. "I did put a bucket under the bed in case, so I can get you that... and I guess I'll take care of you with my hands?"
He snorts with laughter, eyeing you as he's apparently calmed down enough to make fun of you again. "Just in case, huh?"
You laugh. "I mean, I didn't wanna be a presumptuous asshole, but I also didn't want us to get to this point and have to take a break to hit the fucking cleaning closet, you know?" He can't argue against the logic but he still rolls his eyes, betrayed by the broad smile.
"Alright, lemme up." You say reluctantly, wincing very slightly when you try to move. It's not bad per se, he's definitely not done any damage, but you feel like you've just had a couple hours' worth of hard pounding, as opposed to... what, like ten minutes with his bulge? Jesus, that thing is intense.
You move to reach for the bucket, but pause as you do. He's still holding his bulge, fingers twining around it as he kneels back over your legs, and god, it's the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen in your life. You don't try to suppress the bullshit this time, giving him a broad grin instead. "You know, you're the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life."
He opens and closes his mouth and looks away for a long moment, hand stilling slightly. "I, uh... I never really expected anyone to ever see me that way." He admits slowly, like being that vulnerable is pulling teeth, and this time you don't try to fight the instincts he probably sees as pale, leaning closer to run your fingers over his slime-sticky hair.
"Well, I mean it. You're straight up hot as fuck, and that was the best goddamn orgasm of my life, so you're pretty much killin' it at the sex game so far." He snorts with laughter, and you kinda wanna do a victory dance. Getting him off first, though. "Now I'm gonna return the favour, and then we can get our cuddle on and I'll tell you just how fuckin' hot you are when you come."
His eyes widen at that and you grin, reaching down to quickly retrieve the bucket you stowed under the bed. "So, uh, how do we...?"
He flushes and sits up higher on his knees, settling the bucket between his thighs as you move your legs out from under him to accommodate. "I'll just- I'll hold it like this, and, uh..." He shrugs slightly and gestures to you with his free hand, like he's not sure what he actually wants you to do.
"Dope. I got it from here." You grin in a way you hope is reassuring as you move closer and reintroduce your hand to his bulge, easily usurping control. Truth be told, you had kind of hoped to introduce your mouth to his bulge, but even if it hadn't already been where the sun don't shine, just getting up close and personal with it has made it pretty clear that this thing would try to fight its way down your throat immediately, and that's a sexual disaster you're happy to have dodged.
Instead you twine and squeeze it like you had before, and by the time you press a finger to his nook he's already panting. You have no idea what you're doing but you've gotten enough of a feel for how his bulge moves now to try and mimic it with your fingers, curling and wiggling instead of thrusting. He's definitely into it, rolling his hips in time as you work in a second finger, and by the time you add a third his bulge is gripping your hand so tight that your fingers are starting to go numb.
"Fuck- fuck, shit-" He dissolves into Alternian chitters and grips your shoulders tight as he comes, flooding the bucket between his legs. You're glad you finished before he did that inside you, but a recklessly horny part of you is painfully curious all the same. You look up from the bucket to his face, and when he meets your eyes he leans in for a clumsy, shaking kiss.
Finally Karkat slumps against you, panting and purring, and you do your best to carefully extricate the bucket and put it back down on the floor. That thing is a future problem. Right now you aren't interested in anything more taxing than finding a patch of bed that isn't stained or damp from his material dripping everywhere, and getting both of your asses comfy.
"Wow." He breathes softly once he's lying down with you half on top of him, comfortable as hell on his chest despite the weirdly firm texture beneath the smoothness of his skin. "That... wasn't what I expected.
You laugh, shifting your head just enough to kiss his jaw. "Dunno how possible it really was to predict anything in the circumstances, but I had fun."
He smiles down at you fondly, and his arms are warm around you. "Me too." He murmurs. "I, uh... I was shit-scared." He admits, glancing away. "I had pretty much given up on the idea of... of feeling safe, being with someone like this." He scowls. "Pathetic, I know."
You shush him, stroking his chest gently and feeling as the purr morphs into a buzz. "Nah, it's not pathetic. You had good reasons." You only hesitate a second before going on. "I avoid takin' my shirt off around people, even... in situations like this, you know. It's just... the scars, people stare, or fuss, or get all awkward... it's hard, feelin' safe when there's physical shit you can't hide." You run a thumb gently down the center of his chest, feeling whatever alien organs he's got buzzing deep within him. "So I... I do kinda get it. Even though, y'know, awkward conversations ain't exactly comparable."
He snorts with laughter and kisses the top of your head. "Close enough." He acknowledges, running his claws feather-light along your side. He still isn't doing the thing people do where they trace a scar like it's romantic to remind you where you've been cut - he's just touching you, ignoring the peaks and valleys Bro carved into you and making his own path instead. You're embarrassed when you realise you kinda want to cry a little bit.
"It was good, though?" You ask instead, even though you're pretty confident you know the answer. He knows that you know too, laughing as he nods.
"Pretty fucking great, actually." He sounds relaxed, and your grin gets just a little smugger with the knowledge that you did that to him.
"Hell yes, knew it." You tease, and he rolls his eyes. "Told you I'd rock your world. Score one for team xenosexual."
He snorts and lightly swats you on the arm. "Don't be an asshole." He grumbles, but he's still smiling.
"Thought you liked me bein' an asshole." You tease, and part of you almost wants to see if you can go two rounds, maybe goad him into showing you what the kismesis thing is all about. But nah, even just shifting slightly reminds you that your asshole has absolutely had enough for the night.
"I can like and hate something at the same time." He says with a contented rumble, and when you look up at his face it's so soft you melt.
"Long as that thing's me." You tease and he snorts, claws stroking along your side. Karkat's body is warm and comfortable beneath you, inviting to settle into, and it isn't long before the hum from deep inside him beckons you to sleep.