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“I want you to spank me.”
“Fucking what? What did you say?” Karkat sputtered, still reeling from Dave’s sudden departure from their searing kiss. Dave felt warm and heavy in his lap. Skinny pale thighs squeeze Karkat’s waist. Dave leans heavily into Karkat and Karkat could feel the mix of cum and slurry smear in between them when Dave pressed flush against him. Karkat tried to shake the post-sex cloud from his mind and process Dave’s request. Dave’s confidence quickly faded to debilitating embarrassment, unable to meet Karkat’s gaze. Shifting uncomfortably, Dave looked everywhere except for Karkat. Karkat traced his hands on Dave’s sides, trying to get Dave to relax.
“I-I…” Dave started, eyes squinting hard at Karkat, “I want you to spank me…” Karkat could tell it took Dave a considerable amount of effort to spit that out. Karkat almost felt guilty.
“Spank you? I don’t know what that is,” Karkat responded. Dave exhaled hard in frustration. Why did he have to have an alien boyfriend? This is so fucking embarrassing.
“It’s uh...it’s a sex thing. I want you to-um- hit me, I guess? In a sexy way, on the ass. Fuck, I know that sounds weird--but I swear it’s hot,” Dave hurriedly explained. Karkat looked mildly horrified.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Dave. What the fuck? You want me to hit you?” Karkat recoiled in Dave’s embrace but didn’t get very far. Dave leaned in after him and caught Karkat’s lips, pecking his lips after pulling away.
“Relax, I’m not asking you to beat the shit out of me or something…” Dave cooed, smoothing his hands down Karkat’s neck to his shoulders, “I just like...I don’t know, I just like it. It’s actually a pretty vanilla kink for the most part, at least for Earth standards, as long as you don’t go overboard with it. I just...it’s sexy to me, it makes me feel vulnerable and open....I want you to take care of me because I trust you. I know that you’d never hurt me or want to hurt me. Spanking does hurt and I want it to hurt but it makes me feel good and I trust you to stop if it gets to be too much. You big fucking softie, I love you and I want you to spank me.” Karkat peered at him and his muscles relaxed under Dave’s hands.
“I get it, I think. I mean, if you like it and it makes you feel good then I think I’d be okay with trying that, if you want...” Karkat purred, nuzzling into Dave’s cheek, a series of scratchy chirps coming from his thorax. Dave chirped back at him in his best impression of a weird moth alien. Karkat smirked at him but Dave saw hesitance.
“What’s wrong? You’re not into it. Why aren’t you into it? Talk to me, Karkitty,” Dave leaned back to look at Karkat properly. Karkat’s ears drooped. Silence was heavy between them for a few moments.
“I don’t know...it’s-um...I just feel weird about the idea of hitting you. That seems kind of--black? Not that the idea of going pitch with you isn’t hot,” Karkat takes a very obvious turned-on inhale which has Dave leaning further in and wrapping his arms firmly around Karkat’s neck and letting out a soft, imploring moan, which Karkat shivers and stutters in response, “u-um...it’s just...I don’t feel black for you at all. I never have. I don’t know how to just switch over to that, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I could do that for you.”
Dave takes a second. There’s a lot going on here. Dave finds it endearing that Karkat’s consideration is seemingly bottomless. Dave is pretty sure that he’s never seen Karkat be inconsiderate once. Karkat can be an asshole, sure, the constant aggression and hostility is not that welcoming. But under all the burrs and thorns, there’s a gooey center that Dave just absolutely loves. And loves even more that a large portion of that goo is reserved just for him. There’s a portion of Karkat’s love for all of their friends, but it makes Dave melt when he thinks about how there’s such a large part for him. The fact that Karkat has never viewed Dave in his weird alien hate-fuck quadrant and only in the purely lovey-dovey and emotional support quadrants tickles Dave fucking pink. Goddammit, Karkat is so cute and nice that Dave can’t handle it. Sometimes Dave thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as sweet and kind as Karkat...but then Karkat assures him he does...Dave loves him so much. Loves him enough that he trusts him and wants him to see him vulnerable. Wants to be vulnerable with him. Trusts him enough to fucking share a kink.
“Karkat, that’s super sweet. I mean it. I really appreciate that,” Dave says. It feels weird to be so open about his feelings, to just say what’s on his mind. Karkat makes him feel comfortable, safe. Karkat clicks in pleased embarrassment.
“But,” Dave curls a hand around a nubby horn, “I think that it’s red,” Karkat gives him such a comically confused look that Dave almost laughs, “Listen, while I don’t fully understand your crazy fucking wonky romance system, I could understand why you think I’m asking you to go full hate mode but I’m not. I think this could be and is red. I want to do this because I trust you. A lot. It turns me on and you turn me on, so I like the idea of those two things combining. I know you’ll take care of me and listen. If this was black, I don’t think it’d be about trust. It’d be more primal, right? If I asked you to spank me, you’d probably just bend me over and slap my ass raw. You wouldn’t care too much about needs, right? And if I was comfortable? But you do care and you want me to be safe and feel good. And I love that. I love you.”
Karkat looked stunned for several moments, ear perking up, Karkat surged forward and caught Dave’s lips. Dave squeaked in surprise before matching Karkat immediately, trying to bring him forward as much as possible. Deepening the kiss, Karkat licked across the roof of Dave’s mouth. Dave moaned in response that quickly turned into a disappointed whine when Karkat pulled back. Karkat leaned his forehead against Dave’s and tightened his hold on him, humming softly.
“I love you, too,” Karkat sighed. Dave smiled.
“While I will say that black romance is more complicated than that, I get what you’re saying. Thank you,” Karkat cooed.
“Soooo...would you want to try?” Dave asked, trying to not seem too eager. By Karkat’s knowing stare, Dave failed at that. Karkat hummed dramatically while tapping his chin with a finger, miming like he was in deep thought. Dave rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I’d be willing to try. Sounds fun,” Karkat suddenly leans in closer, lips brushing against Dave’s ear, “I’d love to see you squirm while I turn your pretty ass red. Same color as your eyes. Love to see you cry out for more, but I’ll decide when you get it. Maybe if you’re a good boy, hmm?”
Fuck
That was fast. Dave squirmed in Karkat’s lap. Oh my fucking god, this is happening and it’s already so much hotter than Dave was expecting. One thing that surprised Dave when they started their sexual relationship was Karkat’s affinity for dirty talk. Being the love baby Karkat is, Dave fully expected soft kisses, sweet nothings and missionary position--and there definitely was a lot of that and Dave loved it because he loved Karkat and it was always good. But, when one time Karkat suddenly flipped Dave onto his stomach and told him that he was going to fuck him so hard he would forget his own name...it kinda threw Dave for a loop. In a good way. He guess should’ve expected it based on how much trashy romance and smut novels Karkat consumes on a regular basis. Of course, Karkat was going to be a little kinky. Dave didn’t expect to be so turned on by dirty talk but Karkat’s version of it was so hot to Dave that Karkat had once talked him to orgasm while very slowly jerking him off, barely even touching him. And now that they might try one of Dave’s kinks with Karkat’s spin on it is so appealing to Dave that he’s starting to get in the mood again. after they just rubbed to orgasm not just 10 minutes earlier.
“Hmmm? You want to be a good boy, right Dave? You want to be my good boy?” Karkat purred. Dave whined.
“Y-yes..” Dave sighed into the crook of Karkat’s neck.
“Yes what?”
“I wanna be a good boy…”
“Yeah…” Karkat exhaled heavily and stroked along Dave’s spine, trailing over the goosebumps, “Then what do you want, good boy? You can tell me, cquoochoulg.”
Dave shivered at the Alternian word. Dave never knows what Karkat is saying, but how he says the Alternian words like it’s dripping with honey, like it’s revenant. Like Dave is his whole world. Dave doesn’t care if Karkat is actually calling him an asshole or something because Karkat says it with such affection and adoration in his voice that Dave can’t help but melt.
“Mmmm....” Dave hummed, feeling warm, feeling his face burn with color.
“MMM!!” Dave squealed when Karkat reached down and firmly gripped two handfuls of plush Dave rump.
“You’re not being a very good boy,” Karkat growled playfully while squeezing Dave’s ass cheeks rhythmically. Dave panted against Karkat’s collarbone.
“Tell me, vuvi. What do you want? I want to give it to you.”
“I want...I want you to s-spank me...please…” Dave practically whispered, rocking against Karkat’s grip.
“I don’t know...do you deserve it? Do you really, really want it?” Karkat asked. Dave smirked a little. He could tell that Karkat is kinda stalling because he still doesn’t fully understand what spanking is. Dave could feel a little devious because of that. Sitting up more in Karkat’s lap and trailing a hand up into Karkat’s hair, leaning further in, scant centimeters away from Karkat’s face. Dave could feel Karkat tense.
“Of course I deserve it, Kitty,” Dave traced his hand from his hair to his face, Karkat grinned nervously, “I’ve been a bad boy,” Dave leaned in further until their noses were touching, “Very bad…”
Karkat makes a strangled noise that shoots electricity up Dave’s spine. Dave feels so fucking sexy, how does Karkat just do that? Make Dave feel so good and confident. Dave reaches his arms above his head and stretches long and languid, feeling Karkat’s eyes follow the taut line of his stomach as he arches his back towards Karkat’s torso. Karkat visibly swallows.
“Yeah, I’ve been bad. I think I need something-- someone to punish me. Knock some sense into me.”
“O-oh yeah?” Karkat has to take a couple moments to get a hold of himself. Leaning forward, Karkat kisses along a pec.
“C-can we do it now? Just try it a little, fuck--I really, really want to,” Dave asked breathily, breaking their little game to get an explicit answer while starting to feel his dick start to stir again just at the thought of Karkat bending him over his knee. Karkat smirked against Dave’s skin and latched onto Dave’s nipple, kissing and licking the skin. It still boggles Karkat how Dave can trust him to have his fangs so close to Dave’s skin, trusting him. Dave moaned and pushed his chest forward, sighing and grinding subtly against him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Karkat breathed. Dave tilted Karkat’s chin up before kissing him deeply. Lips press into each roughly while Dave reaches down to grab his own dick before his hand is tugged away in a firm grip. Karkat growls before taking Dave’s other hand captive, trapping both of Dave’s wrists together in one large, scarred hand. Dave loves how big Karkat is, how easy it is for Karkat to move him around. Karkat nosed into the side of Dave’s neck, kissing and nipping along the pale flesh.
“O-oh, mmm! Oh, Kitty…” Dave whimpered, locking his legs tighter around Karkat’s waist.
“Dave…” Karkat pulled away from Dave’s throat, throat glistening with saliva and red marks and hickeys decorating his skin, “No touching. Bad boys don’t get to touch themselves. Not until I say so, and you certainly don’t deserve it yet.”
“Oh, please, Kitty...Karkat, oh my god…I’ll be good, I promise,” Dave sobbed.
“Yeah? Prove it,” Karkat growled before shifting gears with a soft but awkward, “Uh...what do we do now? Do I just, umm--slap your ass?” Dave couldn’t help but let out a string of giggles at the sudden tone shift. Karkat looked embarrassed and almost ashamed.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, you just caught me off guard,” Dave giggled, “You look like a fucking kicked puppy. Relax, you’re fine, you’re doing fine,” Karkat seemed to recover a bit at that, “Y-yeah, uh, I kinda want to…” Dave is suddenly flustered, a combination of arousal and embarrassment stirring in his gut.
“Vuvi, it’s okay. You can tell me. You have to guide me a bit. I’m not super sure how to go about this...but I want to do it. Really. The fact you’re getting so turned on is really hot. God...tell me what I need to do...please, vuvi…” Karkat attempted to reassure, unable to ignore the aching in his sheath. Regaining some confidence, Dave rolled his hips against Karkat’s ventral scales, rubbing his length along Karkat’s swollen sheath. Karkat groaned in pleasure and tightened his grip on Dave’s wrists.
“I want…” Dave grinded down hard causing Karkat to gasp sharply, “I want you to bend me over your knee…” Dave leaned in close enough to breathe Karkat’s air, “and I want you to spank me until I beg you to stop. I want you to paint my ass bright red until I learn my lesson...can you do that for me, babe?” Karkat nods frantically, trance-like and doesn’t realize he’s still nodding until Dave pecks the big scars raked across the bridge of Karkat’s nose.
“Y-yeah, yeah, I...I can d-do that,” Karkat stuttered. Dave moaned quietly in reply. Not wasting any time, Dave slid out of Karkat’s lap, he didn’t miss the way Karkat’s hand still reached out for him. Dave shifted his weight onto one leg. Karkat stared for a long time, seemingly enraptured by Dave, his eyes lingering especially long around Dave’s groin, drying cum and slurry dripping down his inner thighs. Karkat swallowed hard again. Crossing his arms, Dave strained a smile, impatience in his expression.
“I’m waiting , Kitty…” Dave teased. He needs Karkat to redirect into his previous mindset, needs Karkat to just grab him and put him where he wants him. Needs him now. Karkat shakes his head quickly, seemingly shaking the cobwebs from his brain. It’s flattering to Dave that he apparently has such an effect on Karkat that it can leave him speechless sometimes. Dave is interrupted from his thoughts when Karkat abruptly stands up from his chair. Karkat moves so quickly that he knocks the chair over. In one stride, Karkat closes the distance between them. Karkat looms over Dave causing him to suck in an excited breath. Dave has to tilt his head up to make eye contact with him. Karkat places one hand on Dave’s shoulder and the other curls around his waist. Little scratchy growls vibrate from Karkat’s throat while he leans in. Dave holds a breath while Karkat hovers around his temple, warm breath washing over Dave’s skin.
“You want to try that again?” Karkat growled. Dave shivered in excitement. Dave placed a hand against Karkat’s chest, slowly sliding it up to Karkat’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry…” Dave replied, wrapping his arms around Karkat’s chest, pushing up onto his toes. Pressing his hips forwards, Dave rubs slowly against Karkat’s hip, exhaling with relief when he finally gets some pressure on his aching cock. Karkat noses along his temple, pressing a soft kiss there. Dave relaxes into Karkat’s hold and lays his head onto his shoulder. But the peace didn’t last long.
“You will be,” Karkat muttered before dragging Dave forward. Karkat stalked over to Dave’s bed, Dave in tow. He sat down at the end of the bed before pulling Dave over his lap, stomach down. Butterflies exploded in Dave’s guts, suddenly facing the ground with his bottom propped up on Karkat’s knee, exposed, bare and vulnerable. Dave moaned when his dick pressed against the rough denim of Karkat’s pants. Whimpering with excitement, Dave shifted slightly in his lap before gasping out when he was rewarded with a sharp slap over his right cheek.
“Relax, vuvi. You’re going to be here awhile.” Karkat trilled.
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Slap!!!
Another blow rang out into the heavy air of Dave’s room. A wet whine punctuated the slap as Dave shot forward from the blow. He didn't get very far as Karkat had secured his legs by draping one of his own across them and locking them in a while ago. Dave could feel sweat dripping down his face and gathering in puddles on the floor below. His face was burning, color heavy in his cheeks. Drool routinely gathered in the corners of Dave's mouth and dripped out along his chin as his mouth was perpetually open in gasps, whines and cries of pain and arousal. Tears streamed down his overheated cheeks and mixed into his saliva. Overall, Dave was aware he probably looked like a fucking disaster but he couldn't find any modicum of caring in his entire body as he was sure he was the hardest he'd had ever been in his life. Each spank had Dave sputtering and gasping for breath as a bizarre concoction of pain and pleasure surged through his spine and shot straight to his dick. This was exacerbated further as Karkat paused occasionally in between spanks to massage and gently caress the hypersensitive skin of Dave’s ass. Dave appreciates the gesture but it unintentionally pushes the pain deeper into his skin and makes it more deep and throbbing as opposed to sharp and stinging. And it certainly doesn't help that each smack pushes Dave's dick harder into Karkat’s thigh, causing Dave to moan and cry as it brings him closer and closer but it's never enough while the pain gives the pleasure a sharp, sensitive edge that makes Dave writhe . The constant push and pull, the juxtaposition and mixing of pleasure and pain is making Davd lose his goddamn mind. It's so much better than Dave was expecting. It's so much and it's amazing. Dave wants to stay over Karkat’s knee forever and even if he can't, he wants Karkat to grab him and bend him over every fucking day of his life.
SLAP!!
"OH!! Fuck! Hmmmphhh!! Karkat!" Dave cries, bucking forward against Karkat's leg.
Karkat proceeded to lay a quick series of hard smacks to Dave’s right cheek, the slightly more abused cheek. Karkat waited for the tension in Dave’s shoulders to relax again before sliding over the reddened flesh. There was a heat radiating from it that Karkat tried to massage out. There was something entrancing about how rosy and bright Dave’s skin has gotten. Tracing over his skin, Karkat gripped and kneaded the flesh, not spanking just yet but enjoying how Dave squirmed under his touch. Karkat is glad that he agreed to do this. It’s a lot hotter than he thought, and Dave’s right, it’s red. It’s so fucking red Karkat can’t stand it. It feels like they are sharing something extremely intimate. Both of them. Karkat’s heart flutters in his chest with every successfully landed smack. Every gasp and cry from Dave’s lips makes Karkat purr in reply. It’s really beautiful, Karkat feels like he’s painted a blotchy red canvas on Dave’s beautiful pale skin. It makes Karkat want to leave him and fill a pail on his own. So many different feelings are swirling in Karkat’s thorax, it’s exciting and he’s so horny it hurts. Dave’s apparently too distracted to notice Karkat’s bulge wriggling itself against Dave’s stomach, poking at his navel occasionally. Deciding to take a different angle, Karkat gives another sharp slap higher up on his ass, just under Dave’s iliac crest, before reaching down and brushing against Dave’s cock. The jerk of surprise and the moan Dave let out in response makes Karkat’s heart skip a beat. God, he loves him.
Karkat strokes along his dick slowly, rubbing a thumb against the tip. Karkat figures he deserves a reward.
“Good boy, Dave…” Karkat cooed, leaning down and nibbling Dave’s ear.
“A-ah…” Dave responded, rocking slowly into Karkat’s hold. Karkat’s other hand rested against Dave’s bottom before spreading him slightly and pressing two fingers against Dave’s entrance.
“Oh my god…” Dave moaned.
“Are you a good boy, Dave? Ulo iea u teeja vei?” Karkat asked, nudging gently at Dave’s rim.
“Y-yes!” Dave cried, caught between rocking back onto Karkat’s curious fingers and forward into Karkat’s grip.
Karkat laid two powerful spanks on both of Dave’s cheeks. Dave choked as fresh tears started to dribble down his face.
“Answer me. Are you a good boy?”
“Y-yes-” SMACK “Yes!” SLAP “I’m a g-good-” SLAP “a good boy! I’m a good boy, I promise!” Dave sobbed in between slaps, “...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yesyesyesyesyes...yes, Kitty, yes!”
“Yeah, yes, yes you are. Such a good boy, Dave. Very good boy. Do you want a reward, vuvi? I think you earned it, but you have to ask nicely…” Karkat said while returning to his ministrations against Dave’s hole before reaching behind him to grip the bottle of lube and slick two of his fingers.
“Yeah, yeah, can I please have a reward? P-please? I’ve been so good, please, Kar,” Dave begged.
“Of course you can,” Karkat trilled before abruptly shoving two fingers into Dave without warning, “such a good boy...asking so nicely…”
Dave whined long and loud while Karkat brushed over his insides, fucking into him faster than he’d normally take it. When Karkat found Dave’s prostate, Dave shouted and gripped white-knuckled in Karkat’s pants and began to buck harder against Karkat’s hand. Karkat panted slightly while his bulge thrashed almost violently against Dave’s abdomen.
“That’s it...yeah...there you go, right where you needed it…” Karkat panted, it was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore his own arousal. Dave keened and bucked harder, desperation climbing higher and higher. Karkat could see the tell-tale shoulder twitch Dave gives when he’s about to cum.
“No cumming, Dave. Not yet. Hold on,” Karkat contradicted himself, however, by pressing harder into Dave’s sweet spot. Dave shook his head violently, tears and drool flying off in different directions.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, baby, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, fuck, Kitty…!!” Dave cried out.
“You can do it, just a little longer, come on---”
“FUCK, Karkat! I’m--A-ahhh!!!! Oh god, ye--ahhhnnn,mmmm... yes…” Dave interrupted, orgasm wrecking him to his core while he trembled in Karkat's lap, cum splattering onto Karkat’s hand and pants. Karkat tsked in disappointment but milked Dave through regardless, his own bulge attempting to wrap around Dave’s dick.
“Oh, Dave...what did I say?” Dave barely acknowledged him while he tried to get himself together. In one swift motion, Karkat grabbed Dave around the middle and swung him onto the bed, stomach down, legs dangling off the edge.
“Wh-what?..” Dave looked behind him and froze when he saw Karkat sliding his belt out from his loops, snapping it in his hands. A tremble ripped through Dave, whether it was excitement or fear, he wasn't entirely sure.
"I told you not to cum, and what did you do? I think you need a harsher reminder…" Karkat drawled, absent-mindedly playing with the belt. He changed attitudes though and approached Dave with a seriousness that wasn't there before.
"Do you want to continue? Do you think you could take ten of these? It's okay if you're done…" Karkat asked. Dave smiled and dropped his head against the plush comforter. Mulling it over, Dave couldn’t deny that the idea was incredibly attractive…
"Yeah…" is all Dave replied with.
"Do you want to?" Karkat asked seriously.
"Yes...yeah, I want to. I mean it," and he did mean it. Dave punctuated his statement by grabbing a nearby pillow and shoving it under his hips, elevating his ass. Dave wiggled it for emphasis, trying to give Karkat his best come-hither eyes.
"O-okay…" straightening up, Karkat walked over and patted Dave's butt a few times before laying a harsher smack on each cheek. He lifted the belt and before he laid down the first lash,
"Count them out for me."
And with that, Karkat swung the leather into Dave's flesh, a loud slap echoing through the room.
"One!" Dave gasped. Fuck, this is different from before. It hurts a lot more, the pain is deep and spreading. It tingles in Dave's toes and fingers, lingering…
SLAP!!
"T-Two!" Dave can feel his dick give an interested twitch but he can’t manage to get fully aroused due his exhaustion. Shifting his hips on his pillow support, Dave moaned into the feeling, muscles tightening and breath becoming shallow. Nothing happened for a while. Dave started to feel antsy but didn’t look behind him. Didn’t want to break the tension, Dave waited in anticipation. But, it never came, instead Karkat leaned over him and gently grabbed Dave’s chin with his forefinger and thumb. Turning his head, Karkat kissed him slow and deep. Dave met clicking with soft moans before Karkat pulled away.
“I love you…” Karkat whispered, stroking down Dave’s back.
“I love you, too,” Dave answered.
“Love you…” Karkat repeated, hand stroking lower, massaging into Dave’s lower back. Dave leaned against Karkat’s shoulder, humming. Karkat clicked and purred while he kissed Dave’s temple.
“AHHH!!” Dave practically screamed when Karkat suddenly reached back and brought the belt back down against Dave’s ass hard .
“What was that?” Karkat slyly asked, rubbing the leather against Dave’s burning flesh. Dave gasped and sputtered, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
“Ahhh...ahhh…” Dave panted. Karkat bounced the belt on Dave’s ass threateningly.
“What was that, Dave?”
“Ahhh...t-three…” Dave replied, noticeably pushing back against the leather. Karkat chuckled and Dave glanced over at him, smiled and winked.
SLAP!!
“Four!”
The next three spanks came harder than the previous causing Dave to buck and fidget.
“Five!”
“Si-six...six!!”
“Motherfuckin’ SEVEN!”
Karkat gripped the belt harder while stroking Dave’s bright red flesh. Dave sobbed into the comforter, hips twitching sporadically, dick hard once again, rubbing almost tortuously against the bed.
“Are you okay, vuvi?” Karkat asked. Dave hiccuped and writhed before looking up at Karkat. Karkat exhaled hard at Dave’s red face, tears streaming down his cheeks hotly while his lips glistened with salvia, hair tousled at all angles, red eyes blurred in a sea of tears. Karkat felt fear pang his gut for a second before Dave shut that shit down.
“Don’t stop…” Dave begged. With that, a switch was flipped in Karkat’s brain, taking in Dave’s utter ruin and feeling his bulge entwine around itself.
SLAP!!! SLAP!!!
“OH!! FUCK! Eight! Eight!!”
“NINE!! Karkles! Karkat! Nine, nine!!”
Karkat gave a few severe hand spanks to one cheek, feeling Dave tremble in response before reeling back for the final blow. Dave’s ass clenched in anticipation.
SLAP!!!!
“TEN!! Oh, babe, baby, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten…” Dave rambled, dropping his head onto the bed, tension leaving his shoulders. Dave heard the belt clatter to the floor.
Karkat was on him in a second.
Hoisting Dave’s hips up, Karkat pressed his groin flush against him from behind. Dave gripped the blanket tightly while grinding back feverishly, chanting.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, Karkat, baby, oh, baby, ba-oh, Kitty, please, please, please, yes, yes, yes….”
Pressing Dave’s thighs together tightly, Karkat fed his bulge into the tight funnel created. Bulge lashing and twisting around Dave’s dick, wringing pleasure from every pore in Dave’s body. Every thrust sent a slight twinge of pain from Dave’s freshly spanked skin. Dave was hypersensitive and exhausted, moaning openly and wantonly in the covers below, trying to grind down into Karkat’s bulge. They rocked together desperately, Karkat leaning over and pressing his teeth into the side of Dave’s neck. It wasn’t long until Karkat was digging his claws into Dave’s hips and pouring slurry between his thighs. Dave followed shortly after, crying out his orgasm. Dave collapsed into the mess below, breathing heavily.
Dave didn’t notice Karkat’s temporary absence but he did feel the cool lotion hit and spread across his ass. Karkat carefully soothed the flesh while littering kisses across Dave’s shoulder blades, clicking rhythmically. Carefully, Karkat turned Dave over and swiped a warm rag over their mess. Once done, Karkat laid down next to Dave and tucked his head under his chin. Dave could feel his clicking vibrate through his collarbone. Dave danced his fingers over Karkat’s shoulder.
“Was it good, voreboja?” Karkat whispered. Dave smiled softly and buried his face into Karkat’s curls.
“Yeah, it was really good. I really liked it,” Dave whispered.
“Good, I love you. Yu hraus iea.”
“Did you like it?”
Their whispers almost sounded like shouting in the darkness of Dave’s room.
“Yeah, more than I expected, to be honest,” Karkat said, closing his eyes and nuzzling further under Dave’s chin. Dave laughed quietly. There were a few beats of silence.
“Let’s do it again,”
Karkat groaned.