Author's Note: Some of you actually think I have anything better to do in my spare time than write. Seriously. I don't. Just saying. XD Regardless, not the first smut I've written (oh yeah, NSFW warning for this chapter, too), so it shouldn't be too bad, but you know. If this isn't enough to satisfy you, there will be more within the next few chapters, so calm your little butts down and just reread this until they come out.
Me and my shitty horrible chapter titles. Do you guys look at those? Are they the worst or what?
Oh, and for convenient reference, Karkat is just a little bit shorter than Sollux in... that department. His minor inequity is made up for by his slightly thicker girth. ;)
Chapter Twelve, lovethesmut. cx Enjoy!
When we walked through the front door, I wasted no time in slamming him against it and crushing my lips into his. He let out a surprised grunt and I kissed him harder, holding his hips as I drove my tongue into his mouth. When I pulled away, licking my lips, he blinked at me with wide eyes. "KK...?"
"I think you deserve a reward for pulling off such an amazing stunt tonight. Or maybe a punishment for scaring the shit out of me. How does both sound to you?" He blinked again. "Fine, then. Say or don't say whatever the hell you want. I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to join me," I added with a wink, letting my hand drop to his ass and giving it a light pat before walking away. Looking back to see his reaction would have seemed presumptuous. I just hoped it was a good one.
Five minutes later, I stepped into a hot shower, steam already billowing around me in clouds. I'd just put shampoo and conditioner in my hair — I used them both at the same time to keep my showers short — when the door opened. "KK?" He sounded tense.
"M'yes, Sollux?" I replied, letting the hot water cascade over me.
"You—" The terse word came out high and cracked. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "You're really okay with thith', right?" The end of the curtain crinkled a little, causing me to jump, but it didn't move yet.
"More than okay. Are you okay with this?"
"Yeah, sure." There was far too much uncertainty in his voice than I was okay with. The shower curtain rustled again, but I reached out and pinned it to the tiled wall.
"That wasn't a good enough answer. You know, Sollux, the same goes for you as you told me a couple weeks ago; I'm not about to do anything you're not comfortable with. So either you're two-hundred percent willing to do this or it's not happening." I released the curtain when I felt the message sunk in.
"I don't know, KK, yeth', I'm willing to do... thith', whatever the fuck thith' ith' about to be, but I'm... fuck. I'm nervouth' ith' all."
"Shit's gonna be awkward, dude. Let me know if things get too weird for you and I'll back off, okay?" Without answering, he pulled the curtain back a bit and moved in behind me. Making a conscious effort not to look down, I leaned towards him and pecked him on the lips. His arms instantly slid around my shoulders and he deepened the kiss before I had a chance to pull away.
"I think you are th'eriouth'ly undereth'timating the amount of willingneth' I have to do thingth' with you, KK. The issue ith' how much I don't wanna fuck up. Do you even know how terrified I wath' earlier, when I tricked Trevor? Do you even know how fath't my heart wath' rath'ing? Or how about when I kith'ed you the morning after we deth'ided to be boyfriendth', our 'real' firth't kith'? Could you feel my breath catch? I'm th'o much more th'cared about all of thith' than I want to be, I really, really don't want to be th'cared, but I don't want to loth'e you, either, th'o I have to be afraid of fucking up with you becauth'e if I do th'omething th'tupid that maketh' you want to leave me, I don't think I'll ever be okay again. A-And I don't th'ay that to th'treth' you out or anything. I juth't want you to know how much you mean to me."
Suddenly his fingers were tangled in my hair, carefully scrubbing away the shampoo-conditioner mix so that it didn't get in my eyes, and his mouth was at my neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin, and one of my favorite fantasies was coming true; perfect drops of water streaming down his skin, mesmerizing me. There would be no short showers here. I let my eyes follow the droplets of water halfway down his body before realizing what it looked like I was looking at. My face flushed bright red and I forced myself not to focus as I snapped my eyes up, hoping he hadn't noticed. Thankfully, he hadn't. He was too busy licking water off my neck. I personally had been too distracted with desire to comprehend what I'd been looking at. A question formed in my head through clouds of delight and I waited until he was done to bring it to attention. "Sollux. What did you think about me before?"
I said when he was done; I really meant when he'd pulled away long enough for me to catch my breath. His teeth now worked against my shoulder, no doubt leaving little marks as he murmured, "You mean when we were juth't friendth'?" A whimpered yes — the fucker laughed at me for it — and he answered finally, "I thought you were amazingly th'exy. And funny. And th'mart. And brave. Pretty much everything I think about you now. The only differenth'e now ith' that I don't have to feel th'trange about wanting to tell you. I wath' alth'o really hoping you weren't an ath'hole towards gayth' like moth't of the cuntwadth' around here, becauth'e I wath' afraid that if you found out about your beth't friend being one, that poth'ition would th'uddenly be open to the public."
He'd straightened up at some point during his answer, and I was stunned into embarrassed silence. Swallowing hard, I muttered to myself, "Is that so...? Hm." My eyebrow quirked at him and I tentatively put my hand on his waist. His cheeks brightened a little, nowhere near the amount I was trying to achieve, and he nodded, which allowed me to grab him a bit more forcefully. "I'm glad you told me that. Honestly, I was a bit confused after I heard you jacking off and moaning my name." Now that brought a blush to his face.
"No. Oh, god. Fucking shit, that'th'... really embarrath'ing." He turned his head a bit and took a step back, leaning against the wall. I took a step forward, very nearly leaning against him.
"I'm not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed? I wasn't, not when it happened, either. Do you remember that I went to take a shower later that night? There's a good reason for that, and let me tell you, the water was far too cold for me to enjoy it."
"Oh." The blush darkened and he glanced back at me, mumbling, "Uh... KK...? While we're on that, er, topic... you haven't... um... looked, yet... have you?"
I laughed softly and kissed him even softer. "No. Have you?"
He shook his head. "Nn-nn. KK, really, I don't wanna fuck up with you and—" A quiet shout left his mouth when I lowered my hand a bit. Grabbing his ass proved a very effective method of shutting him up.
"How's this, then?" I murmured softly, moving my hand around his upper thigh slowly enough that he could stop me if he felt the need. Instead of speaking, he whimpered and pressed harder against the wall. Smirking and willing my heart to slow down, I moved just a bit further and wrapped my fingers torturously slowly around his half-hard member. His eyes widened and rolled up before he closed them, sighing in a way that was far from unhappy. I stroked him slow and long for a while, secretly admiring his fair length and keeping our lips together while he made the most amazing noises into my mouth. Soon I was jerking him faster and leaning into him, chest against wet chest, and whispering into his ear, "May I look now? I'd like to see what I'm working with."
He moaned and nodded in approval, and I kissed just beneath his ear and let my gaze fall to his groin. My vision was greeted with an impressive seven inch hard-on. I kissed his lips, so, so softly biting his lower lip and running my tongue over his teeth. He moaned blissfully and pitched forward, throwing his head back and so nearly slamming his skull into the tile. Water flew from his hair and I rubbed his length just a bit harder, just a bit rougher. He groaned louder and pressed back into the wall. "Nnngh, KK! Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, Karkat, fuck, god fucking dammit, shit, I'm cloth'e."
"Mmm do that again," I begged. "Say my name again."
"Karkat, KK, shit, don't stop! Fuck!" He let out a ragged moan when the pleasure overtook him and his whole body shook as he came. Streams of white mixed and intermingled with the drops of water on my stomach and was quickly washed away by the spray of the shower. I bit into his neck and stroked him through his orgasm while he clung to me, blunt nails digging into my skin. "Jeth'uth' Chrith't..." I kissed him again and ground into him, no where near sated myself. Although feeling him cum in my hand was incredible in and of itself, it was still nothing compared to my dick pressed against his. "Turn around, KK," he panted.
I shot him a curious glance but followed his command all the same. Then one arm was around my waist and his teeth were deep in my shoulder and suddenly he was returning the favor, the other hand wrapped around my similar length and stroking like I'd done him. It took all my self-control to not slam him into the wall, to just stand there on shaking knees and let him hold me and make me feel good. I'd fantasized about this so many times, fantasized about the noises he'd make and the noises he'd make me make and the way he'd touch me, fantasized about him, but nothing came close to the reality of it.
His name came sharply over my voice and I couldn't help myself but beg for more, more, faster, rougher. Anything, everything he could give me, I wanted it. He readily granted my wish, kissing my shoulder and whispering into my ear about things I couldn't focus on. I was too busy thinking about his hand; the only fingers that had touched me like that were my own, so for someone else to be doing it was a whole new feeling altogether. Definitely not an unwanted feeling, but a different one. He stepped back, pulling me with him as soon as the hot water ran out — I'd forgotten we were even in the shower, despite facing the shower head — and stroked harder as he slid down it.
Before I even noticed we were moving, Sollux was seated behind me, his flaccid length pressed awkwardly against my back — I, in any case, was too out of it to either notice or care — and the tips of my curling toes just out of range of the cold water. My black-haired boyfriend's hand did things to make me lose my mind and my head lolled back on his shoulder, its owner infinitely too far gone to worry about how he looked. Sollux quickly moved the hand from my waist to grab my hair and turn my head, returning it before smiling at his reward; the lust-clouded, half-shut eyes of his boyfriend staring blankly at his own. I knew the image before me had changed, but I couldn't think about anything but the pleasure shooting up my spine long enough to focus.
A deep, desperate kiss was thrown down my throat, and he twisted his hand as it moved down my shaft, sending another thrill of ecstasy through my core. I moaned loud and long enough that the noise registered in my mind, so it must have been noticeable enough for Sollux to realize what had caused a sound so different from the harsh, choppy whines and moans I'd been giving him before. He rotated his hand again on another downstroke and another low keening joined the patter of water from the shower. The few remnant swirls of steam mixed with my sweat and brought my internal heat to a raging boil to rival the fire in my stomach. "Sollux," I moaned, panting and closing my eyes tight to counter the euphoria blinding me. "More, Sollux, please, I'm gon—!" My request-turned-warning was cut short by a rough groan as the tightly-wound coil in my gut snapped, sending waves of pleasure to crash heavily over me until my seed was washing down the drain after his.
A kiss met my lips, long, sweet, and passionate as I panted heavily against it. I kept hearing his name, soft and airy as it echoed through the bathroom, and it took me a while to realize I was the one saying it. Motherfucker. I don't even realize when I'm making noise. I'd known that before, but without reason to think about it, the knowledge had been forgotten. Sollux placed yet another kiss on my lips and pushed himself to his feet, reaching around the water spraying down in an attempt to turn it off without getting too wet. He managed it, but only barely. The bathroom quickly became deathly silent. It was a bit ominous before he shattered the illusion by pulling back the curtain loudly. I stood up slowly, dazed still from such a powerful experience.
It wasn't until Sollux wrapped one of our extra-large towels around both me and him that I was able to think clearly. I blinked at him while he dried us slowly, hands roaming everywhere through a towel and his steam-softened lips smiling at me the whole time. When he released me, I started to gather up the clothes I'd grabbed before starting the shower, but Sollux stopped me and shook his head. "I don't fucking think th'o. Naked cuddleth'. Thith' ith' happening. Get your ath' out of here." I yelped in response to him spanking me towards the door.
Rubbing my ass as I left, I grumbled, "Fine, asscunt, no need to get pissy about it. Could've just asked, dickshit."
"Bull."
Less than a minute later, he and I were curled under the covers, our naked bodies tangled together. "Sollux?" I murmured. He hm-ed at me like he does and I added, "Thank you for today."
"Mmm which part?"
"All of it. From the moment I woke up to our shower to now, and I'm sure 'til I fall asleep, too."
"Shh. You don't need to thank me for it. I love being with you. I love being around you. I love doing thingth' with you. You don't need to thank me for it becauth'e I love doing it with you."
My face lit up at how freely he used the word "love," but I didn't say anything about it. Instead, I told him, "But I really appreciate it. Trevor would never have done any of this with me—"
"No. You shut up, right now," he demanded, his face hard and his brow set angrily. Wow, have I not learned fucking anything about relationships? Why in the sweet almighty taintchaffing fuck would I bring him up? You never, ever bring up the ex, ever. What kind of brain-dead fucking idiot do you have to be, I mean, Jesus fuck. "Don't compare me to him. Have I ever hit you?"
"No, I was just—"
"Have I ever done anything to hurt you?"
"No, Sollux, but—"
"But what, KK? I am not anything like that th'cum, and I am not even a little bit okay with you making comparith'onth' between me and him."
"Okay," I whispered, his intensity scaring me a bit. "I won't. I'm sorry. I was just using him because it was my first steady relationship, but I won't do it anymore, promise." Instead of acknowledging my apology, he removed himself from the bed and stood up. I cringed and closed my eyes, waiting for the demand to move into my own bed. To my surprise, the red glow behind my eyelids disappeared with a click and I opened my eyes to a dark room. "Sollux?" I called, a note of fear creeping into my tone.
"I'm right here, KK. I wath' juth't turning the light off." The mattress sank under his weight as he joined me again.
"I'm really sorry," I said quietly, my voice breaking. "I didn't mean to—"
"Don't. It'th' okay. I might have overreacted. A little."
"A lot," I corrected lightly, relieved.
"Shut up and go to th'leep, ath'." Smirking, I trailed my fingers from his elbow, where they touched first, to his cheek, using it as a guideline for where to put my lips.
Kissing him slowly, I whispered, "Good night, Sollux." He kissed me back and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me.
"Night, KK."
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