Your back slams against the rock. Dave's on you, hot and heavy and fucking dripping, although that's more because of his swim suit. John's standing back for now, watching the two of you devour each other. The moon shimmers off of the water, Dave's hair, and your skin as you attempt to grapple with him. But it would be foolish to notice such a thing. You're black as this night right now and you're going to-
John deftly steps between the two of you, running a hand down both of your faces, turning the vacillation pale-ashen. You're kind of pissed and your bulge is really pissed. You weren't being nearly destructive enough to warrant it now and-
He turns to you and slips one hand up under your top, slowly running it down, getting the lay of your chest in one drawn-out caress. His other hand joins in, focusing solely on your rumble spheres, pinching your pleasure nubs. That fucking kinky bastard.
He'll fit right in.
Dave bites down on your shoulder and kisses and apology when he tastes blood. You pity-hate-love that boy.
"F-fuck, what is this? Ravish Karkat night?"
Dave's eyes flick to John. "It could be."
"Oh," John says. "Uh, yeah, that'll work."
"What?" You Dave asks, "Rather we have an heir sandwich on knight bread?"
"No!" He says too quickly. "I mean, I'd rather have the attention on someone else if that's okay."
"Whatever you'd like," you say breathlessly. "Just fucking kiss me."
He does, and you melt a bright mushy red. Dave gives you one more quick grope to keep an edge on thing and then trembling dark hands reach for the strings on your suit. John fumbles once, but he gets it the second time and your trunks are unceremoniously pulled from you.
"Uh…"
"Ugh! Not this again!" You shout.
"Huh?"
"I may or may night have been the same at the start," Dave says. "Let me show you how it's done."
His wide, callused fingers are familiar and your body softens under his knowing touch. He starts at your jaw, guiding your chin forward into a kiss. He fondly caresses your chest, your side, your belly before slipping between your legs to open you up.
Fuck, the water is frigid against the inside of your sheath, but your bulge is undeterred, reaching out and tangling with his fingers.
"Holy shit," John says softly.
"Okay, so this is a bulge, aka basically his dick. And multi-tentacles aside it is one organ. Fun to play with, squeeze, basically do whatever you want to do with." He punctuates every point with a moan-drawing demonstration. "This guy here…" He runs his hand along your primary tendril. "Is the most sensitive and where the jizz comes from."
"Fuck! Dave!"
"And this," he continues without paying you the slightest bit of attention, "is a nook."
"Fuck! Shit! I-" You're sure the water is a lot pinker than it was before.
"-Way more sensitive, but you've gotta be gentle. Don't force it because it'll hurt. And it's not made to take a pounding like a human one is."
He pulls away and you can't decide whether to sigh with relief or whine in loss and you end up giving kind of a nasally whistle.
John giggles.
"Speaking of which," Dave says in his I-am-actually-being-serious tone, "You're also going to call mine a nook if you call it anything. Maybe a cunt if we start getting rough."
John straightens up. "Right, got it! Nooks are what both of my boyfriends are equipped with. Anything else I should know?"
"Yeah. Chest is generally a no unless I specifically tell you yes for the day. Front is kind of iffy, but my backdoor's pretty much always open."
"Okay. Shit, this is really happening, isn't it?"
"No shit, bulgemuch," you say. "I'm only naked and pressed up against a fucking boulder here, wet and exposed and getting really fucking cold."
"Shush, this is important," Dave says.
"Then why'd you wait until the last minute?!"
"Because shut up. Anyway, you got any important notes, teach?"
"I, uh…" Is it just you or does he look a little pale? It's probably the light. Actually, now you're sure it is because he's smiling again. "I don't think so. I'm kind of new at this, but um… I guess for now just don't call my dick something dumb because I might laugh.
Dave smiles, "Sure thing babe. Now get your yogurt-shooting manmeat rocket down here."
John does in fact laugh and start kissing Dave. You watch, cold, lonely, but fucking spellbound. Their hands run up and down each other's backs until Dave has a secure hold on John's scrawny butt and John is basically dangling onto his neck. It really should be funny, since John's about a foot taller than Dave and way more muscular, but it's really not. These are your boys and they're both just so, so beautiful.
You pull yourself away from the rock and wrap your arms around Dave from behind. He eases John down into the water but then turns to kiss you again. You grip the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head. John splashes upright and takes a closer look at Dave's binder.
"So does that get left on or-"
"Ima go with yes for the day. Anyway, I think it's your turn."
"Oh, right!" He laughs nervously and grabs his waistband. He bites his lower lip.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
"I'm fine! Absolutely, completely-"
"John," Both you and Dave say sternly at the same moment.
He swallows. "I'm a little nervous."
"We don't have to if you don't want to," you say.
"You mean it?" His eyes sparkle, but that doesn't reach his mouth. He wants to be happy, but he's so worried.
"Yeah." You reel your bulge back in with great effort and close yourself off. And now there's that smile. He's so fucking beautiful…
Dave grabs his shirt and pulls it back over his head. "So, uh… You wanna go play video games?"
"Sure!" He scrambles back on shore and calls back his god tier clothes, and you drag yourself up after them and collect your own clothing.
"Maybe next time…" John says softly.
"Don't force it, man," Dave replies every bit as quiet.
"You don't have to feel you're denying us anything," you add as you pull your pants on.
"…Th-thanks guys." He lifts a hand to his face.
"Shhhh." You place your hands on his beautiful face and lower it so you can kiss his forehead.
Normally you are a first-class shoosher, but this makes him cry even more.
"Fuck I- I'm sorry."
"Are you apologizing to Karkat for crying?"
You reach over and smack Dave upside his stupid head without taking your eyes off of John's. "You wanna sit and talk?"
"Yeah. That would be nice. Really, really nice."
So you do. You plop your ass down right then and there. It doesn't matter that you're shirtless and dripping wet. Dave slides down next to you and then finally John lowers himself to the ground.
"I do wanna do all the couple stuff with you guys," he says. Instead of looking you in the eye, he takes particular interest in a single small rock. "I care about you even more than I do the others, which is really saying a lot. But ever since you guys showed interest it's been different."
"Good different or bad different?" Dave asks.
"I think good? Like I started being able to picture us doing more and more couple things. Like, I wanna wake up in a big bed with you every morning and fight over who gets the bathroom first and cook food and eat food and then watch movies or whatever until we all get back into bed to sleep. And I liked it. A lot. And kissing's nice, it feels good, but once I started feeling like we were gonna fuck I just." He takes a deep breath. "I froze."
"But do you want to?" Dave asks. "Not now, duh, but I mean in general."
"I think? I at least want to try."
"How do you usually… uh… take care of yourself?" You ask.
He shrugs and rubs his nose. "I just kinda do it. Like now and then my dick's just like 'Hey, John, I know you've got stuff to do, but hi!' and I can get it to chill for a while, but it tends to get more insistent until I finally rub one out, and then I'm good for a while."
"What do you usually think about?" Asks Dave.
"Not much, really. I mean, it feels good, but usually I read or something with the other hand because it's kind of boring."
"Huh," You say.
"Shit, that sounds really weird, doesn't it?"
"Not really weirder than I'd expect," Dave answers.
"Maybe next time you start feeling like that you can let us know," you suggest. "Maybe that'll be easier."
"Maybe we can have a literal jerk-off," Dave says. "Man who can keep rubbing his dick without coming the longest wins."
"That's not fair!" John protests.
"Well, if he means his actual bulge, it might be fair. I can get him finished in less than five minutes and he makes the most uncool screeching that has ever graced my hearing tubules."
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Haha, that I have to hear!"
"Fuck you both!"
"That's the plan," You say. You shoot a smile at John. "You know, eventually."
Aw fuck, you made him cry again.
Well, you're pretty damn sure that's a good thing this time.