Heya, ok don't worry there next chapter has everything your looking for, just some plot builder and fantasies here.
Dave laid in his bed, hand wrapped around his member, pumping wildly, head tossing about as he struggled with his thoughts.
He kept trying to keep his mind on track, but none of the usual things were working, he kept going back to the thought of Karkat on his knees in front of him, his yellow and black eyes staring up at him as he bobbed his head.
"Nnnn" he moaned, this was so fucking wrong. The image popped in his head of Karkat underneath him, his wrists held by Dave's own hands, yelling curse words and moaning with every thrust, in between screams saying something like "Harder, Strider"
Dave's hips buckled, he gasped as bliss zapped through him, shivering as he took his wet hand away, relaxing and curling up. For some reason he felt strangely alone, the yearning to have another body curled up against him was almost impossible to ignore. It was amazing he could even feel that considering all the childhood trauma and misconceptions about sex that his Bro seemed to just find hilarious enough to never sort straight.
Farther away on the meteor, Karkat and Gamzee were watching a terribly romantic movie, Faygo and popcorn splattered about. Karkat was sitting in Gamzee's lap, letting his braid his hair while he tried not to sniffle over the beauty before him on screen. Gamzee had just eaten a pie so he was high enough to where it was hard for Karkat to not tolerate him because the guy was just so chill.
The characters had just begun to make out in a heated fashion. Karkat closed his eyes, imagining him and Dave to the sounds on screen, his breath catching as he thought of pushing Dave down onto the bed, grinding against him and biting his soft flesh.
"What's got you so motherfucking tired?" Gamzee asked, tasseling the sloppy braids out of his hair and then flopping his arms around him.
Karkat sighed and laid his head against the Juggalo.
"Nothing, just stressed I guess"
"You gotta motherfucking chillax bro"
"Yeah, whatever. I'm going for a walk"
"Mkay" the clown began taking another swig of Faygo, only to down the whole bottle.
Karkat just shook his head and sighed, then continued walking down through the halls.
His mind was absent of where he was going, only when he realized he was at Dave's room. "Fuck" he thought, wondering briefly how he hadn't noticed getting here. There was the doorknob, just standing there. Dave was probably asleep, all tired and-
"Shadeless. Ok I have to fucking do this"
Gulping from the tension, he slowly reached down and opened the door. All the lights were off, his useless shit thrown about the floor, making it like a minefield to try and get past.
But finally there he was, looking down at a sleeping Dave like a creeper. Dave's eyes were closed though of course, biting his lower lip he gently leaned down, one arm propped on either side of the bed, a knee on the edge to steady himself.
"Maybe if I just-" he slowly moved a hand towards his eyes, just one look and then he could abscond, but he was very aware that this guy had senses like a fucking hawk on crack- oh shit Dave just snapped his eyes open.