Disclaimer: Homestuck is Hussie's
Warnings this chapter contains smut, only smut. That is the only essential thing you need to know for the story. Important conversations are in the beginning of the next chapter in which is after they have smut. And therefore. If you are innocent. Don't read.
Gamzee fell into a trance of sorts, but not one of natural accord. It was different. It was more sinister, he was reveling in his own pain. Wasn't that why he'd started smoking? To get away from himself? Yeah... And when Karkat was on him, kissing him... he fell into a sort of carnal spell. He wanted the touch, he pulled Karkat's hips closer to his own. While also reciprocating the kiss and slipping his tongue past teeth and lips to lightly rub the ball of his tongue ring against Karkat's own tongue. His hands grip at Karkat's hips, much in the way Karkat had gripped his, mere minutes prior.
It was so heated, Karkat couldn't think straight. Lust, lust was the only thing on his mind. He wanted Gamzee, in a way he'd never thought of before. Karkat's brain was fried, exhausted emotionally, there was no way in hell he was going to think on his own anymore. Was this really what he'd wanted all along? What his body had been suppressing for all these years? Was this the only reason he really bothered with his "best friend"? All of it was plausible at this point. Funny thing was, Karkat didn't care about any of it. His hands travelled downward, stroking his friend's chest, moving to feel the muscles hidden underneath. He loved the way Gamzee held him, and he wanted more, he wanted all of it. Breaking the kiss he murmured, "you're all mine, only mine." Only to make it clear, that's all he wanted to do. Returning to the clown, Karkat took Gamzee's bottom lip into his teeth, hands working independently south of the border, sliding up Gamzee's shirt to feel bare skin. He was so warm, so soft.
The sensations whirl around Gamzee in a sort of dust devil, and damn. Whatever Karkat was doing to his body...it felt good, there was no haziness from drugs. No it wait straight through to him. Well his little monster really. Yes, along with most of the blood in his body. Which would account for the fact that he wasn't thinking straight. No blood pulsing within his brain with which to think. He moans, the teeth encasing his lip..it felt motherfucking great. Despite the slight sting of pain. It felt good. "Mhm," he mumbles, in agreement with Karkat's statement. The position that Karkat was in, denied him of removing his shirt so instead he just lifts up his hips, to grind his cloaked member further.
He smiled, feeling so in control. Something he hadn't been. God, he couldn't contain himself. Even if Gamzee was being an asshole and stealing control, all was well. Karkat was tilting his head back now, eyes fluttering as he whimpered softly. His jeans were starting to feel uncomfortably tight, and it just made him so angry. Gamzee was probably enjoying this, making Karkat squirm. The smaller boy dug his short nails into the Jugglo's abdomen, but mainly because he was having a hard time controlling himself. His breathing was getting to the point where he couldn't even maintain lip contact, he was, so hot, the sweat collecting under his bangs. Gamzee was making his temperature rise quickly, and Karkat was even more squeamish. With no hesitation, Karkat pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and pressing back up against the person underneath him. Only now did he realize, face flushing with self-consciousness. "I, fuck, I don't even know,"
Gamzee chuckles at the facial expressions Karkat makes. He runs his pointed but rounded off, abnormally long nails down Karkat's chest. But not too hard of course. Then he moves his arm to do who knows what, and knocks over his cd player...and I Don't Wanna Fall in Love by She Wants Revenge clicks on. Now normally this would have been amusing to Gamzee...but he was rather preoccupied. And now his new goal was to quickly pull off his own shirt. His lips explore Karkat's exposed, not so toned chest. While hes exploring, well he can only dip his head so far and its mostly shoulder area, but he still finds occasions to flick out his tongue.
Karkat bit his own lip now, holding back noises. He tried to focus on the sounds of the music instead, avoiding eye contact at all now. "Stop it, stop," it wasn't fair. Yeah, so Karkat was scrawny, he knew that. He just hated the feeling of it becoming common knowledge. Maybe he could distract the stoner? That was the only option now, as became apparent. He pushed the muscular boy down even farther, pushing him down onto the sofa completely, hovering. What now? He had no idea. What did people usually do at this part of the movie? Soft lips pressed into the tender flesh of Gamzee's neck, leaving pecks. Oh, this was humiliating. Shakily, he bit down, unsure of the reaction he would get.
The clown had been enjoying the ministrations he had been delivering. But then Karkat decided to take control. It was rather interesting really. His unsureness. The way he kissed tenta- MOTHERFUCKING. "Aaaaa." Gamzee lets out a moan, throwing his head back. Surprised by the sudden bite, his whole body reacted really. His heart beat fast and his hips thrusted up as best they could in position. Damn that...was... shit. "D-don't do that again." he says still lacking some air. He didn't exactly want to react so strongly to that. That wasn't...fair... not at all. Not to mention is was embarrassing that Karkat new his kink...
The boy's eyes went wide with surprise, but excitement surged through him. "Can't stop me now," he spoke, trying to be louder now. He leaned his head down again, clamping skin in his teeth again, trying to leave a mark this time. After all, he did know how painful it was to be teased. Just like what Gamzee did to him. Kissing the place he'd bitten, he moved away to hover again, pulling his bro's shirt up as far as it could go. Karkat stared with awe from a moment before flushing. What was that thing Gamzee'd done? That felt so good? Oh yeah. Well, Karkat stepped it up a notch, deciding to skip his chest entirely, pecking him on the stomach lightly instead, and then pecking him a little lower, and a little lower. Constricting clothes were really starting to get uncomfortable. He could only image Gamzee felt the same. All to help a bro out right? Well, that was how Karkat rationalized it, popping the button on Gamzee's jeans with ease.
The bite sent another electric pulse through his body and he was still recovering from it. A pleasurable fog covered his mind, the soft kisses only aiding it on but when he heard the pop of the button he propped himself up on elbows instantly to look Karkat. "I want all your clothes off. Now." he said, although it was much breathier than he wished, god damn him. But he didn't break eye contact, that was enough, right? Enough to command him?
He felt he should be refusing the command, but Karkat couldn't speak. His breath hitched in his throat. Without another word, he shut his eyes tightly, obeying with utter humiliation. The boy shifted until his pants made their way around his ankles, and though he sighed at the relief, he also felt himself drowning. He wanted to desperately to leave his boxers on, but that glare was grave. Karkat didn't dare to disobey, yet he held his breath and refused to at all acknowledge Gamzee as he slid his underwear off. Now he could see him, all of him, and that idea was horrifying. "This is so fucking, embarrassing, I, I, damn it, just, fuck you Gamzee." The boy tried to cover up his red face as much as he could, finally distracting himself by taking shaky hands back to the zipper he'd previously been working at.
The clown watches Karkat strip, with great satisfaction. His eyes rove his body, memorizing every nook and crevice on the man's body. "Don't be embarrassed. You got no reason to be." He keeps himself propped up on his elbows and watches every move Karkat makes. A wicked grin is taking show on his face. "You seem a little..shaken up, no?" he laughs a little but makes no move to aid him along in his current task.
"F-Fuck you," Karkat spat. Or tried to anyway. What it really came out as was a little squeak. "You could at least, help me out here, fuckf-face." Damn it! He couldn't say anything right! This was going horridly. Either the zipper was stuck or his hand was repeatedly slipping, and anyone who'd been watching could tell it was the latter. So what! His fingers were clammy and the pain of biting his lip was distracting him. "I'm perfectly fine!" Finally it went down, granting entrance. Or at least enough to shimmy the waistband off of those hipbones. Unsure of what action to make next, Karkat stared for a moment, before impulse propelled him again, laying a quivering hand on the semi-hardened mound. Too bad it's clothed, a little voice told him. But no, he had to shake those thoughts away! What was he even doing?
Mild amusement coursed through him, the stuttered words and slipping hand..the general nervousness that Karkat had was quite amusing indeed. But when his hand made contact his head rolls back slightly and he emits a small moan. 'Okay enough of this.' Gamzee thought to himself and pulled Karkat up his body and kissed him again. Then flipped the pair as best he could, it wasn't really elegant. The couch wasn't nice enough for something like that. The hands on Karkat's forearms stay there and move them above his head. to hold him there. Although he lost the use of his arms, well. It was quite a sight to behold. Skillfully he hooks his toe into the end of one of his pant legs and tugs it down a little. And fails. Quite miserably, so instead he switches a hand to hold both wrists and pushes down the pants as best as he can with the one hand. The best turns out to be quite terrible, but he has his jeans down somewhat when he begins to grind his hips into Karkat's again.
There was only panic as Karkat thrashed against the grip, struggling and squirming while he was held down. The poor boy was left feeling even more bare than before, which was near impossible. But now he had no way to cover himself, at all. It was all left up to man hovering above him. Still, all of that vanished, so quickly, when that sensation pulsed through him. Oh god, it was like his heart had dropped all the way down. Every throb, it echoed entirely through his body. And the worst part? All of the sudden, he'd just gotten so sensitive. No idea how it happened, but it was agonizing as all hell. The pressure he was longing to rid himself of, well, the only way Karkat could really think of was meeting Gamzee's hips in the movements, creating as much friction as he could. The air was getting suctioned out of his lungs. "J-jesus," he gasped, eyes huge. Trying his hardest to quiet the pathetic whimpers and pants escaping him was meshing his lips with Gamzee's, again. The harshest he could muster. "It's your turn," the boy whispered. "Take, take it all off. Please."
The sight of the boy beneath him was utterly arousing and Gamzee licked his tongue across his lips. A slow evil smirk came across his face at the boy, trying to tantalize him. However things were becoming too hot to bear and Gamzee leaned down to once again kiss the boy beneath him. Pratically shoving his tongue into his mouth, Gamzee released the boys hands only to take off his remaining attire. "God motherfucker, you're hot." A lazy smile replaced the crazed smirk and he kisses Karkats ear. What started as a sweet gesture becomes erotic as he runs his tongue down his jaw line to the hollow of his throat. They were both entirely naked now, so out came the main event at some idly wondered to himself if Karkat'd ride him bareback... All the while pleasuring the boy's chest beneath him, stopping at a nipple to catch it between his lips.
With his hands freed up, Karkat's fingers tensed, reaching for anything to grab a hold of. They made their way to tufts of dark hair, using them as holds, to keep him from going overboard. There was no holding it back anymore, a cry pushing its way from his throat. He felt like a blubbering idiot, tossing his head left and right in a desperate attempt to stop Gamzee from whatever witchcraft he was wielding. His legs kicked, his arms pushed, his torso twisted. "I can't do this, just, stop, stop stop stop! Fuck! It hurts!" No, the witchcraft wasn't what hurt. It was far too gentle, teasing. The sharp and recurring pains in his abdomen, that's what hurt.
Ah, the sweet cries of pain emitting from Karkat were like a pill. A pill that worked backwards, unleashing the monster within. The sadistic masochistic pleasures of a sort of sociopath. "You want me to stop Karkat?" Gamzee asks in an innocent voice, his eyes widening some. And without hesitation or guilt he stands up. "Alrighty I guess...I suppose my new bro will be my left hand tonight. Night bro." And he salutes him, an evil grin just barely being kept behind the bars.
What was he doing? No no no, he couldn't leave! He wasn't allowed to! He was the one who started this misery, he was going to be the one to relieve it. It was a surprise Karkat was even able to get up, eyesight blurring and sickness swirling immediately at the sudden movement he made. "Ga-" That was alright, he only choked a little, gripping desperately at his best friend's wrist. Surely the yearning look that was spread all over his contorted face was enough for Gamzee to get the message. But, just to be certain, Karkat had to. And why not multitask? He always saw it in his beautiful films. Even if this was fevered and sweaty, he'd find a way to make it passionate, standing on his tiptoes, pulling him close at a horrifyingly paced rate, and finally, the finale of slipping his tongue over the other's bottom lip. Karkat's entire body was shivering with anticipation. He had no idea what it was he wanted at all. Mainly his motive had been to get back at John, but now, fuck everything, Gamzee was dictating. That was why Karkat seemed to have little reluctance in his hazy state, dropping so slowly to his knees, breathing heavily as his eyes settled upon what he'd been so avoiding. Did Gamzee feel the same exact agony he did? There was only one thing to do about that. No thinking was involved when he kissed the clown's hipbone, dragging his tongue down to, well finally, the true prize. Here is when he truly showered his bro with kisses, moving upwards to peck the tip.
His eyes followed Karkat amusedly as he got up to whine at him. Now, what he hadn't been expecting was for him to drop to his knees and- oh shit. "Motherf-fucking. Karkat. Ugh." he groans between his teeth. His hips unconsciously jerk forward. He couldn't help it really no matter how hard he tried. And being in the middle of the room was no help. None at all. Since there was nothing to grab onto but..oh shit. Gamzee reaches out and lightly grips at Karkat's hair. He didn't want Karkat to bite off his bulge after all.
The simple knowledge of the fact that Karkat was the one who did this to him, that was stimulation enough. Seeing those uncontainable responses from an outside perspective settled him, if only somewhat, or at all. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he wanted anymore. He wanted so much more. He wanted the feeling of Gamzee spasming over and over. Sure, the grasp was restricting, but not so much that his tongue couldn't reach out, it couldn't explore and tickle and tease. It was getting impatient, it wanted more, pulling Karkat's lips along to wrap around Gamzee's girth, moving their way down in sync, feeling everything they could.
Gamzee was for the better part making a white noise, of moans really and Karkat wasn't making it any better. He was making Gamzee impatient. And he was unearthing Gamzee's guttural soul. He caused him to want to buck his hips and suffocate the boy beneath him. But there was no motherfucking way that was happening anytime soon. God, md Karkat wasn't even trying to restrict his hips, he was begging for this. For the clown to basically fuck his mouth. But Gamzee didn't want to break him, not before he got to fuck other things as well...
When it stopped, disappointment flooded. The surge of power slowed, and Karkat was left wondering what he'd done wrong. Was he simply that disgusting to everyone? Or was he just so terrible at this that those groans had been completely misread? His grey eyes went upwards, locking with his friend's, uncertainty taking over. "I'm, sorry?" The boy really wasn't sure anymore. Maybe all of this had just been a huge, huge mistake. Oh god, was he really having second thoughts now? After all of this had already happened? He was mad, they were both positively mad for even making lip contact at all in the first place. This was really finally a dead end. Karkat turned, scrambling to collect his clothes off the floor. The grog was finally sort of clearing up.
"Sorry..sorry for what? Hey, stop that." Gamzee wraps an arm around Karkat's waist and pulls him towards him and starts kissing and nibbling on his neck. "Stop that." he murmurs again, huskily in his ear. And its then he realizes the position they're in. So easily...he could push into Karkat right now...but that would be...awkward would it not be? Oh dear god that would be mortifying since it appeared he was trying to leave.
Karkat really didn't want this to end, not at all, not ever. Dropping the apparel, his hands went behind to place themselves on Makara's face, pulling him in to lay better kisses. "Don't tell me what to do," he shot back, shutting his eyes. At this point, all he wanted to do was feel. The fuck even mattered anymore? Sure, he hadn't been expecting this when he came over, but it was a pleasant little surprise. "Gamzee?" Karkat finally asked in a soft voice, quaking gently against the arm holding him. He knew what he wanted, but he didn't know how to initiate it at all. "I've never-" Karkat stopped himself, feeling the choking again. The last glance he gave before looking away completely was a grant of permission (pffft, as if Gamzee needed it in the first place). A do-with-me-what-you-will sort of glance.
"It's gonna hurt a little." Gamzee stated not uncompassionate entirely. "It'll be easier if you lay on your stomach." he murmurs, but takes the liberty of placing Karkat as such on the couch. He then proceeds to kiss Vantas' head and down his back along his spine. Then scoots back up along the body of the boy and places three fingers in front of Karkat's mouth. "Suck." he says gently, prodding the closed lips with his middle finger.
More pain? But wasn't this supposed to be relieving it? There was no turning back now. No bailing, not anymore. Basically giving himself a look, contorting his expression, he eventually obeyed, swirling his tongue around warm fingers, trying to force himself into believing that he was still on his knees. Of course, that was difficult, considering those abdominal pangs weren't so strong now, quelled from the cushion pushing against his stomach. "What the hell am I even doing this for?"
"Would you rather me just shove myself into you?" The juggalo says into the man's ear. Then proceeds to stick one finger into the man's hole. While also kissing along his neck and back and burrowing his face in the black hair of the boy beneath. Without even waiting permission, nor waiting at least five minutes or so he slips yet another digit into the virgin boy.
Karkat's entire body tensed, and his breath came in shuddering gasps. "Son of a bitch," he croaked out, hands reaching to grab the edge of the sofa, holding the cushion tightly. He felt so helpless, unable to do anything, only clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes. "Makara, I swear to god-" The beginning of the threat was barely even coherent, muffled into the soft fabric.
"You swear to god...what...hm?" he murmurs into his ear, Slowly starting the movement of his fingers, in slow movements. Being gently while also tantalizing him because...well why motherfuckin g not? It was rather fun to do. To mess with him. To mess with his head really. Because this whole ordeal seemed to have that kind of affect on Karkat. As if they were playing a mind game, a game show perhaps.
He grit his teeth even harder, refusing to show any signs of weakness. But how difficult that was. In his desperate attempts to avoid noise, he'd held his breath, locked into his throat. The plan backfired, the air rushing out again in a sort of yelp. His hips, they bucked at the motions. He wasn't ready for this, but he was. "Just cut it out with the, the goddamn, games already!" It wasn't a request, or a command. It was a plea.
Time to amp of the teasing. "Are you saying...you may possibly want more? How could you ever? Ever pooossibly want more?" Gamzee says in a teasing voice, before starting to scizzor his fingers and sucking on his shoulder blade.
Karkat groaned sharply, tilting his head upwards and thrashing again, though meekly. No, this couldn't be happening, he was really, completely starting to lose control of his own body. "That's exactly what I'm saying, you sick fuck!" No, stop, he had to shut up now! He needed to fight back, but he couldn't. All he'd become now was a lifeless toy.
Gamzee laughs. Watching the boy thrash around, it was nothing short of amusing. "Alright...I suppose." And with the words spoken Gamzee slips the last slicken finger into Karkat and kisses his shoulder blade again, softly.
The kiss soothed him, and his jerking stopped, if only momentarily to tolerate the pain. "Ow, gh, shit," the smaller male choked out, body convulsing before stilling again. But despite how full he felt, he was still lacking. "How can you even, stand this? Don't you want i-t, too?"
"Of course I motherfucking want it motherfucker. It would be no good to hurt you too bad..." he murmurs lowly into Vantas' ear. then removes his fingers and digs into the couch. Fetching a bag of condoms. Quietly laughing to himself, Gamzee slipped it on...rolling out the latex...slowly.
Released from the curse for just a moment, Karkat looked back curiously. What was taking so long. Where the hell did that even come from? It just poofed and appeared, didn't it? But who cared about that? All Karkat knew was that Gamzee had to hurry the fuck up, because someone over here was quivering with whimpers. Taking initiative, he sat up, clambering to fall into Gamzee's lap and help him, pulling it on at a quicker rate. "You take too long, just, I don't care, fucking hell."
"Are you planning on riding me?" Gamzee asks with a sort of gleeful tint in his eyes. Teasing him. He did seem rather eager. "You seem rather eager as it is. Like. Plop. Onto Gamzee's little monster." Makara chuckled to himself. Amusing himself, once more. Because this was in fact the best time ever to make himself laugh. Not like there were OTHER important things to do at the moment. None at all.
The prospect was so sudden, and terrifying. Gamzee knew he'd never done this before, right? Not with a male anyway. But, how hard could it be? And Karkat could claim his rightful place, being in control. The teen's expression hardened with a sort of determination as he snarled at the mocking chuckles. "Yeah, I am. If you have a problem with it, then you can suck my dick!" The words were hissed when he pushed the other down harshly. Though, he allowed himself one moment to glance and lock eyes, silently asking if he was doing well or not. Who knew? Karkat sure didn't, raising himself shakily on his knees above the taller male. That stupid smirk, he hated it, he hated every part of it!
Gamzee watched with a sense of surprise he wasn't exactly expecting Karkat to react so violently. Gamzee had been bottom in his life, so he knew it would hurt. And he honestly didn't want Karkat hurt. Sure he was messing with him but... "Karkat...it's going to hurt..I recommend you don't do that." and so Gamzee sort of pushed forward. He forced Karkat to lay back. With Gamzee hovering over him.
"But, but I want to ride you, you disgusting shit," Karkat argued, pushing the clown away, but to no avail. Gamzee did no such thing. Nothing like budging. "I don't give a rat's ass if it's going to hurt, I don't feel pain!" Despite continuing to complain and bitch, Karkat wrapped his legs around the other's, pulling him in.
Gamzee grinned at the oxymoronic boy and kissed him before pulling back to agilely push through the tight ring of muscle hindering entrance to Vantas' hole. "Ngh~" he lets out unexpectedly. Karkat was quite...tight and hot around his pulsating member.
It was so quick and sudden, Karkat barely had time to react by arching his back and throwing his hands up to grope at Gamzee's back in a severely panicked manner. Digging his nails into heated flesh wasn't enough. He had to jerk his head backwards as well, a cry emitting from his lips. Now he was regretting what he'd said. Oh god, how he wished he'd truly had the time to adjust. But obviously, he wasn't going to be allowed such debauchery.
Gamzee grinned sadistically into the cushion behind Karkat's head as he gave a few shallow thrusts. He truly didn't want to hurt Karkat permanently..but...god he was so tight and warm...and Makara was no longer doing the thinking. His dick and brain switched places as he began to think with the first, and the second become an organ sitting there being of no use. Until later when it would be need again.
With each motion, Karkat yelped, pulling his head up only to bury his face into his best friend's shoulder, breathing in that disgusting sugary scent. It was unfamiliar. The smell of cleanliness. From now on, he knew he would always tie that damn shampoo in with this moment. Finally, the agony was subsiding, and Karkat's exclamations turned softer, though not at all quieter. In fact, his moans seemed to be growing in volume.
Gamzee noticed the shift in noises and grinned and pulled out and pushed back in almost instantly. Setting a pace. He shifted every so often. He was trying to find that litter spot that was a part of Karkat's anatomy. The little bundle of please that would sky rocket through his body and make him wither around like some common whore. And that would be a motherfucking miraculous sight to see.
Panic had truly gripped him when the other pulled away, fearing that he would be left like this. Karkat had already began propping himself up when his best bro decided to stop him. Flopping back onto the couch, Karkat squirmed, groaning in a yearning pleasure. "I, hate you!" That was all the poor boy could shout between breaths, body quaking.
Gamzee's mocking chuckle breaks off with a breathy moan. God that little spot seem impossible to find in this little angry guy of meshy angriness. "F-fuck." Gamzee says, still breathily mind you, into Karkat's ear.
Just knowing he wasn't the only one panting, that made the little receiver feel a tad better. In fact, he even shut his mouth to give a little smile. As predicted, that didn't last very long. Gamzee hadn't stopped. A whirling sensation crashed over Karkat, causing him to yell once more while convulsing. Karkat tensed, forcing himself to still, but it wasn't working all too well. Through his teeth he hissed and groaned, heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. A bead of sweat dripped from his temple, and his body forced his hips upwards to match Gamzee's thrusts. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!"
Had Gamzee not been in a whirlwind of pleasure he might possibly have been smirking evily. Tauntingly in fact. But that didn't seem to be an option at the moment. Considering he hadn't exactly done this in a while..he could only handle so much. The overly sensitive nerbe endings. It was quite possibly enthralling. Almost like its own drug. Especially when he found the prostate and the muscles surrounding his bulge pulsed. His hand messily reached down to rub at Karkat's forgotten cock. To jerk him off messily in time with the flesh beat he had created.
Karkat gasped, hands flying to where Gamzee's had ventured. No no no, the touch, he was touching it, he wasn't allowed to do that. Why? Because it was too much. The combination of what was happening, it was all too much. "St-stop!" It was too late. He'd already proceed to jump, doing a triple fucking backflip over the edge, spiralling downward into a whirling fog of sensation. All of his muscles tightened, and he was shouting, moisture collecting in his eyes as the spasms crashed over him.
Gamzee let out a shallow gasp as the muscle in Karkat's ass spasmed and clutched his bulge almost too...gah! He collapsed onto the couch as the purest of pleasures wash over him. He spilled his seed into the latex glove and let out shallow gasps, still recovering from the daze.
A/N: Yay yay. Thanks for the favorites and subcriptions and reviews! Late night update for you along with a kiss. :-*