Lovestuck

John: Realize you're finally ready.

Karkat had been a little more inquiring about when their sex life was going to advance any further lately, and frankly, John was beginning to believe he was becoming impatient with him. He didn't blame him, of course, understanding trolls' (or at least those who had been originally from Alternia) had a natural drive to begin filling pails at a young age, which hadn't really changed much since they'd made the new world. As well as that, they'd been together for nearly seven months now, beginning late last September, it now being mid-April.

John believed he was prepared to take the step that the troll wanted.

After all, by this time, they were familiar with each others' anatomies, though it had been awkward and foreign for both of them at first. It wasn't that hard to get used to after a while, however, and found that while the differences between their reproductive organs were vast, there were also some similarities, mostly pertaining to the way pleasure was received. It was also convenient that, after the first couple of times they'd interacted in this way, Karkat hadn't released enough genetic material to fill an entire pail, only about the same amount as a human would.

The first time Karkat and John had sex, John bottomed.


It had startled out slow enough. They were having their regular movie night, still scheduled for every other night as long as nothing else popped into the schedule unexpectedly. John decided to test Karkat, push him mentally just a bit, as the troll sat curled in his lap (a much better replacement for Nic, by the way). Slowly, he crept his hand into Karkat's t-shirt to lightly rub his stomach, causing a rumbling purr to erupt from the troll's chest after a few moments. John just continued this motion for a little while, until he bent to draw his tongue lightly around the base of one of Karkat's horns.

A small gasp escaped from the smaller of them, and he squirmed from his seating arrangement. John could feel heat coming off of him as his body began to warm up from the stimulation. "John, we're right in the fucking middle of watching one of your stupid gogdamn movies! Would you stop that?" John gave a low chuckle at the obvious waver in Karkat's voice, a rare sound to hear, but proof of exactly how John was effecting him. This was only further supported when his purring returned, even louder than before.

"I don't think you really want me to stop," John murmured, smiling as if he was sharing a private joke with himself. "I think you're enjoying it a little too much to want that, huh?" He then engulfed the entire horn in his mouth, though it wasn't that hard to, and used his hand to stimulate the other, while Karkat shivered with the pleasure of sensation in his lap, turning a bit to face John instead of the screen, burying his face in John's shirt. A moan escaped his lips, even though John felt rather than saw him biting his lip to keep the sounds down.

"I thought we agreed a long time ago not to muffle our sounds like that?" John pressed softly, hardly removing his mouth from Karkat's horns before he got the sentence out. He heard another low groan from Karkat as the troll shifted to move closer to John, until he was finally straddled in his lap with a slightly bent head and shivering with a potent mixture of both whimsical adoration and lust that wasn't quite so heavy as was possible, but that was simply because they hadn't gotten to the best part yet.

At least Karkat was no longer attempting to restrain the noises coming from his mouth. John took that as a good sign and took his mouth from Karkat's horn, making him emit a sound of loss before it was replaced by John's other hand. The Heir leaned so his lips brushed Karkat's ear, licking the shell of it before breathing over it and almost instantly cooling it, making Karkat's grip on his shirt even tighter. "Karkat," John murmured softly, "I'm ready if you are."

Red eyes snapped open from behind half-closed lids, lost in pleasure, but the reality of the sentence wasn't missed. "Are you sure?" The Hero of Blood asked, reaching up a clawed hand to gently stroke John's face, his own expression the picture of a lust-ridden man by the way his eyes were still partially clouded over and his hair out of place worse than usual. Still, in his eyes there was a spark of worry for his matesprit. He wanted him to really want it, too. "You don't have to feel obligated, John. I'm not going to make you."

John nuzzled against Karkat's neck and kissed it softly, waiting a moment before answering. "Karkat, I've thought about it for a long time. You don't even know, Karkat. I just know I feel ready now. Just think of it as the day you get a home run. Do you want to go upstairs?" At a nod from Karkat, John had flicked the TV off, picked up the troll, and started up the stairs. The silence would've been eerie after he turned the TV off if there actually had been any, but as it was, the gray-skinned male was shouting and protesting against being carried like a female or even a stupid wiggler.

John only chuckled and closed their bedroom door behind them before settling on the edge of the bed, Karkat still straddling his lap because of the way he'd been carried. John quickly took off his shirt, and while Karkat was entranced by the sight, he pulled the troll down with him as he flopped back on the bed. "Here, we're even. I'm taking the more feminine position now, is that an okay payment for carrying you, Karkat?" John asked with a lopsided grin.

Karkat grumbled something and pecked him on the lips before moving down to pepper more kisses all over his body until he reached the hemline of John's pants. With one swift tug, they and his underwear were gone, revealing his half-hard erection. John was the one to be reduced to a quivering mess now as Karkat carefully gripped his arousal and stroked it to full hardness, being sure not to touch him with his claws. They'd done this enough in the past to learn that they did not have any sort of relationship including sadism and masochism, and Karkat didn't want to stop now because of a little knick on John's inner thigh.

A satisfied smirk crossed Karkat's face at his ability to render his matesprit so utterly helpless, moaning the Knight's name, among several other things; "oh gog's" and "ahh's" and "please's." He'd never deliberately take advantage of that, however, so long as he could help it and he loved John the way he did (which he was sure would be forever). Every once in a while he'd swipe his finger over the tip, leaking precum, and making the boy arch off of the bed a little.

Without warning, Karkat moved to sit on his knees on the floor, and his head dipped between John's legs, and he sucked in a breath at the feeling of his arousal being engulfed in the warm, moist cavern of Karkat's mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head when his partner began sucking in just the right ways, careful to avoid scraping him with his incredibly sharp fangs.

"What about you?" John was finally able to croak out through the pleasure, with some difficulty. "You need to take off your clothes too." He sat up and tugged at the ends of the sleeves of Karkat's shirt, and obediently, he raised his arms so it could be lifted over his head, moving back from John's erection, though he gave the slightest of moans of loss at that. Then he stood up from his kneeling position to shimmy out of his pants and boxers, throwing them to some unimportant corner of the room.

The Heir reached out to thread his fingers through Karkat's tentacle-like anatomy once again, the same look of wonder on his face as every other time he'd bore witness to it since the first. The bulge seemed to be comprised of a collection of small tentacles and one larger one, each behind the bone shield when not in use. As every time, John's attention made Karkat flush. This time, however, he didn't allow John the comfort of foreplay any more than he had. He pushed John back softly onto the bed and crrawled over him, kissing him slowly and passionately.

John hardly felt the tentacle pressing at his entrance until it was inside of his ass, and by the time he actually noticed it, the discomfort had gone away somewhere. Soon, two more were vying to join the first, and Karkat was biting his lip as he leaned back, looking at John, who only smiled and nodded.

More tentacles pushed into John, stretching him to prepare him for the biggest one, which was about the same as his own "equipment" in size, despite being far more tentacle-y (if that was even a thing- but he'd thought of it just then, so he guessed now it was.

Suddenly the Heir could no longer think, only arch and gasp and shiver as the tentacles stroked something inside of him that caused him white-hot pleasure. As they continued to brush this spot, he hardly even noticed the largest tentacle push into his own ass, too caught up was he in feeling to take note of it.

He only fully appreciated Karkat's unlikely gentleness with him in times like this. He was trying to spare him even the slightest discomfort, perhaps even out of fear that he'd suddenly change his mind.

But no, he was enveloped in John's ass, tentacles writhing and brushing over his sweet spot, finding not even any need for thrusting but doing it anyway (for poor Egbert's soul and peace of mind). He even reached around to begin stroking John's own neglected erection until the human climaxed, not even ten minutes after they'd began. A couple of minutes later, and Karkat had followed.

"Thanks," Karkat grumbled, raising an eyebrow at John. "I didn't think you would actually be ready any time soon, but I'm glad you rethought it and didn't leave me."

John pulled Karkat close to him and ran his hand through his messy, bedraggled black hair soothingly. "Leave you? Now Karkat, why would I ever do something like that? You're everything I ever wanted, right here in front of me, and we're together. As long as you want me, I'll still be here."

The next chapter is the last one for this fic, guys! Then I'll start on "Of Games and Pianos," which is what I've decided to call the other JohnKat story.

Sorry this was a bit rushed, though, tired again. May go back and revise, bit it's not exactly likely. I honestly didn't want anything to be entirely too detailed though.

Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed!

-Silver