The week had once again drearily dragged out the days, eliciting anticipation from all for the weekend, and, today being Friday, the celebratory weekend rituals begin! You had just arrived on the doormat to the hive your troll friend Karkat mutually shared with Kankri, his somewhat distant relative. Fridays usually consisted of long, drawn out marathons of romance comedies that only you and Karkat seemed to share a passion for. Sometimes Kankri would join the two of you, but would also be chased off by Karkat after Kankri's persistence in pointing out every triggering activity displayed, which disrupted Karkat from his serious devotion to his cinematic masterpieces. You didn't really mind Kankri's comments. Honestly, you were quite fond of the extremely talkative troll, even when others were often deterred by his unending blathering. Unlike the others, you were naturally quiet, preferring to listen than to talk, so you didn't mind enduring his rants.
You reached for the doorknob to the entrance of the hive, only to resist the urge to walk in unannounced moments before grabbing the rounded object. The last time you walked in without invitation you were given a rather long and redundant trigger related speech, and though you didn't mind them, you didn't want to voluntarily exhort them on yourself. You resorted to knocking. Within moments the sound of approach could be heard from behind the door, and it opened to reveal a red sweatered troll.
"_, I see you decided to knock this time," Kankri smiled slightly. Friday was one of his favorite days, because that's when you came over, and, even if he wasn't ready to admit it to himself, he was the slightest bit attracted to you.
"Well of course Kankri. I know how triggering it can be to violate the space of one's personal property and possibly startling its owner can be," you replied, mocking the tone he'd used when he gave you that speech. Wow, he was surprised that you'd actually remembered the exact words he'd used. No one ever took the time to listen, let alone remember, his lectures. "Is Karkles home?"
"Yes, but you know he finds that nickname triggering," he informed you.
"I know, that's exactly why I use it," you mischievously smirked. Kankri moved out of the way of the entrance, allowing you passage inside. He couldn't help but notice how one corner of your mouth rose when you smiled, or how your eyes seemed brighten. Part of him wished he didn't notice so much about you, and the other part wondered if you even noticed him.
In the hive's living room Karkat was already sitting in front of the television, aligning a rather long list of what romcoms the two of you would watch today. Seeing how he was busy starting the movie, and how the schedule allotted no time for interruptions, you made your way to the kitchen to rummage for his store of popcorn. The buttery aroma began to permeate the surrounding air, enticing both trolls to enter the kitchen to await the signaling beep that meant that the popping within the bag would cease and its goods could be eaten.
"Hey Karkles!" you greeted, ruffling his hair as he strode past. With an irritated growl he swatted at your hand while trying to fix his naturally messy hair with the other hand.
"_! It can be very triggering to invade someone's personal space, and especially by touching them. Many are sensitive about the condition of their hair and displacing it could trigger them. Also, you could accidentally brush against a trolls horns uninvited which is considered extremely triggering. You should refrain from—mmph." You interrupted the ranting troll by cramming a handful of freshly popped popcorn into his mouth, catching him unaware.
"Chillax Kankri," you genuinely smiled. The kitchen lights illuminated the twinkle in your eyes. A light red blush dusted across his cheeks, thankful for the excuse of popcorn to silence him because without it he would have stuttered to a stop from a smile like that.
"That's triggering, too," he mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn as you and Karkat made your way to the living room to enjoy your Friday film marathon. Kankri retreated to his room. He didn't like the way you made him feel, the way you made his heartbeat quicken. Or the way every sense became hypersensitive around you. For as long as he could remember he had taken a vow of celibacy, thus not needing a matesprit to fill his red quadrant. He was perfectly content living this way, for he'd never been flushed for another troll, let alone human, but since meeting you his feelings had changed. At first he thought he could develop pale feelings for you, but those pale feelings quickly darkened to red, like his mutant blood. He dragged a hand through his hair as he made his way to the safety of his bed room. Gog, why did you have to be so attractive?
You and Karkat carried out your marathon long into the night, ample tears being shed throughout. The credits had just began to roll on the current film signaling its end. You looked at your cellular device to confirm the time, which was, at this moment, extremely close to midnight already.
"Shit. It's late," you cursed. Karkat leaned over your lap to view the screen of your cell phone and confirmed that, indeed, it was late. Way to state the obvious.
"Fuck, well you can just sleep on the couch," Karkat offered, and you had no choice but to accept. It wasn't like you were going to take the dangerous walk home with who knows what lurking in the darkness waiting to ensnare you in its dastardly talons of death. Okay, perhaps it wasn't really that dangerous, but you still felt really uncomfortable about walking home this late. You settled yourself in as comfortably as you could while Karkat shut off the lights. Before trudging down the hall he seemed to mumble something that somewhat resembled a goodnight, but with more curse words. In the silent darkness you closed your eyes, drifting into a peaceful doze in the unfamiliar hive.
However, within an hour or so you woke. No matter how much you turned or twisted you couldn't find the peaceful solitude you previously held, so you did what any sleepless teenager does. You went to the kitchen, or more specifically, the fridge. A rectangle of frosty light illuminated the shadowy cast kitchen, its clean white surfaces catching your eyes.
Kankri heard a noise coming from the estimated kitchen area. Whoever it was, didn't they know rummaging around and waking everyone else could be triggering. He made his way down the hall, already preparing a long and strenuous speech to be told. Most likely than not it was Karkat. However, what he saw wasn't what he expected and caused him to stop dead in his tracks. No, no, no, what were you doing here? Didn't you go home? Kankri hid behind the doorway, shadows mostly obscuring him from view, peering out with extreme caution, as if he were a child awake past his bedtime trying to sneak past his parents' room. His approach did not go unnoticed though. A small creak sounded from the floor, and what was that? Were there footsteps in the hall? You spun around, the yellow fridge light casting your shadow on the far wall. A shadowed figure hid halfway behind the doorway, and, though you couldn't make out details, you couldn't deny that white eyes watched you.
"Kankri? Is that you?" you asked. Who you assumed was Kankri turned away. No! You'd seen him. Oh dear, this wasn't good. Just seeing you, the pale light casting a halo around your sleep ruffled head sent his heart beating faster. He regretted every leaving the safety of his room, and quickly retreated back to its sanctuary.
Maybe Kankri couldn't sleep either? You wondered why he didn't just come into the kitchen. Well, if he wouldn't come to you, you guess you'll go to him. You proceeded to make your way down the hall, noticing his door shut just before you managed to reach it. Ignoring earlier warnings from the trigger-concerned troll, you barged in. The moment you were in the door was loudly shut and two gray hands pressed flatly against the wall on either side of your head, securing yourself to the wall. Heat began to slowly burn at your cheeks, being in such close proximity to Kankri and in such a manner.
"Kankri, don't you know invading someone's personal space can be triggering?" you tried to play it cool. Both of your hearts were beating a hundred miles a minute. Gog, Kankri hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake.
"Yes, I'm aware violating one's personal space can be considered triggering, and I honestly apologize if I'm triggering you right now, but I can no longer withhold this from you. There are many things you do that trigger me. The way you smile is triggering, and the way you smile with one corner of your mouth. Also, finding you in my kitchen at such an early hour of the morning is extremely triggering to me. Having you around makes me exponentially uncomfortable because you make my heart beat faster than it normally should. Perhaps if I was a normal troll I would ask you to be my matesprit, unless you found such forwardness triggering, but I've taken a vow of celibacy which I've been fine with up until now, but the more you an I happen to occupy the same space the more I feel the need to break that vow. What I'm saying is that I'm extremely flushed for you, but I'm extremely conflicted about it. I'm sorry if this triggered you in any way." Silence stretched on after his long, but heartfelt confession. With each drawn out second his face became more and more red. Fear settled itself into his core, why weren't you saying anything? Why were you just staring into space? Oh gog, he'd triggered you.
In all honesty your mind was trying to catch up with his words. Did he say he was flushed for you? The celibate Kankri was actually considering breaking that vow with you? You must've heard him wrong, but the way he desperately searched your eyes with his own pupil less ones confirmed what you'd thought.
"So…..you're flushed for me?" you asked for confirmation. His flushed face blazed in the dimness as he bit on his lower lip. God he was adorable. He nodded in shy agreement. "And… You want us to be matesprits?"
"Well I am extremely conflicted about the idea of breaking my life-long vow, but yes, that is what I'm saying," he admitted. You thought he was a fool didn't you? He knew this was a stupid idea. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course you wouldn't feel the same way about him. Sure, maybe you'd like Karkat, but have red feelings for him? Never in a million sweeps. "I-I really am sorry that I've triggered you."
"Yes," you stated. Kankri was taken aback.
"Wait? What? I'm not sure I understand," he furrowed his brow in confusion. Having you so close to him was clouding his thoughts. He couldn't focus with your lips so close to his.
"Yes. I'll be your matesprit," you whispered. His white eyes widen as they locked with yours, both of you blushing. He smiled before his face flushed even deeper and he averted his eyes.
"W-would you find it triggering if I partake in certain matesprit privileges immediately?" he stammered. A shade of candy red completely engulfed his face making him just that more adorable.
"S-sure I guees," you stuttered, not quite sure what he meant. As soon as you'd answered he crashed his lips against yours. At first you were stunned, but eventually melted into the warmth his embrace. Still pinned to the wall, you enjoyed the rough way his lips moved against yours, fitting together so perfectly. He quickly parted from the kiss, already missing the soft texture of your lips.
"S-sorry, such actions are unfamiliar to me," he shyly whispered. Smiling you pulled his face closer to yours gently brushing your lips against his. He followed your actions. These sensations were new to him, and he was enjoying every second of it.
Gently warm kisses quickly turned to fiery passion as heat spread through your entire body. His hands were no longer by your head, but grasping your waist instead, though he wasn't pulling you towards him, he was keeping you pressed against the wall with his own body. His heat radiated through you, his lips rhythmically moving against yours. A low rumble rose from deep within his throat as you entangled your hands in his hair. The deep rumbling vibrated against your lips and he gently nipped at them. Your face flushed even more, if that was possible. You slowly opened your mouth giving him access. He hesitated, momentarily breaking from your kiss. He was panting, less than an inch away from you waiting mouth. Truthfully, he was nervous. He'd never done this before, but apparently there was a first time for everything. He closed his white eyes again, leaning forward. Slowly, almost carefully, he slid his tongue into your mouth. You let him explore his new territory, enjoying the sensation of his tongue tangling with yours. He tightened his grip around your waist, pushing himself even closer against you allowing his tongue to go deeper in this new terrain. The warm and wonderful sensation of mixing saliva got the best of him as he audibly moaned into the kiss. You couldn't help but smile. Feeling your smile he pulled back.
"Am I doing something wrong?" he panted, the two of you breathing hard from lack of oxygen. Already you missed the warmth of his tongue inside your mouth moving with slow exploration. You quickly shook your head no, eager to own his mouth once more. After a quick heated kiss he broke away once more, a string of saliva connecting you. "May I try something?"
Before you could answer he moved his mouth from your lips to your neck, a very sensitive area for you, which he learned by your sharp inhalation. His eyes darted to yours before returning back to his current focus. He continued to gently kiss your neck.
"Mmmm," you hummed at the pleasurable tingle radiating from your throath. You continued to move your hands through his hair. He decided to go further, pressing his teeth against your throat in a loving bite. "Nnngh!" you moaned at the sudden pleasuring pain. Your face burned brightly as his hands stroked up your sides and his teeth and tongue continued to travel your neck, wanting to explore all the actions he'd been denied, making you audibly moan. "Kankri, Karkat might hear," you panted. God, this felt amazing. He slowly licked up your neck before meeting your eyes with his. He shrugged in his red sweater.
"But I want to make you moan," he spoke in a husky, needing voice, so unlike the Kankri you knew. So unusual, but so very sexy. He continued sucking at your sensitive spot and you bit your lip to keep from crying out again.
"Perhaps we should take things slower?" you implied, not because you wanted to stop, but this was all so new for him. You wanted him to experience things more slowly to savor the moment. He smiled, white eyes transfixed on yours.
"You're right." He pulled you close, into a loving hug. You liked being wrapped in his warm sweatered arms. "Um, I don't think I'm ready to share a sleeping quarter with you yet." Now it was your turn to smile.
"I'll go back to the couch."
"Can we keep this matespritship secret?" you nodded. "And do you promise to come over more?" he asked innocently.
"As often as you like." And with that you hugged him once more, receiving a rather long and deep goodnight kiss before returning to your couch. Personally, you couldn't wait until he was ready to share a sleeping quarter.