MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE, BUT NOT MANY
It was Friday again, which meant it was time for the weekly ritual you nearly never missed, which was going over to the Vantas hive and bawling your eyes out over tragically beautiful romcoms, before secretly spending the night with your matesprit Kankri. Even though you've been in this matespritship for a few months he still wasn't ready for the others to know. It wasn't exactly a secret; the two of you just refrained from partaking in matesprit related activities in public. If anyone had the initiative to ask you'd tell them, but since no one has you just remained quiet.
The door to the hive opened, revealing a certain troll wearing his usual red sweater. He regarded your sudden appearance with a loving smile.
"Geez Kankri, how many of those things do you own? Or do you just wear the same one every day?" you asked, striding into the hive without even waiting for his inward invitation. "So where's Kar?"
"He isn't here. Gamzee called and said he needed him urgently, so he left," Kankri replied, already itching to hold you close.
"Great. Didn't even text me. Guess I came here for nothing," you sighed, trying not smirk at Kankri's slightly hurt expression.
"So you don't come over here to spend time with me?" he asked. Your remark hurt him a little. Surely you were kidding.
"Of course I do Kankri," you finally revealed the smile you'd been holding back.
"I find your teasing triggering," The sweatered troll stated before somewhat roughly pinning you to the wall and capturing your lips with his. Gog, he'd missed you.
"Uh, Kankri hun, shouldn't we take this to your room?" you panted from the sudden lack of oxygen.
"But Karkat isn't here," he whined, and though it had only been a week since you'd been there, it'd still been too long since he's held you.
"But you don't know when he'll be back, and making out in the doorway isn't really the welcome home surprise I think you'd want him to see. I think he'd find that triggering," you softly persuaded your matesprit to back up, and then, taking his hand gently, you lead him to his room. He kicked the door shut upon entering and immediately pulled you against him, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. You blushed, not used to seeing the trigger happy troll so forward. When the two of your first started dating even little kisses made him nervous, but over the long stretch of time you'd been together he convinced himself that as long as he wasn't pailing with you, then he wasn't breaking his vow of celibacy. It took him almost two months to even sleep next to you. So little by little he began to ask for more. Innocent kisses turned into long makeout sessions, though he never dared to travel under your clothes, but with time the urge to do so grew stronger.
Carefully, he pushed you onto his bed and climbed on top of you, crashing his lips against yours. He tilted his head until your lips perfectly locked together, rhythmically moving them against yours. Softly biting your lower lip, he asked for entrance, which you gladly gave him. He slid his tongue quite easily into your mouth, tangling with yours in a battle of dominance you knew he'd win. He pulled away and you watched as half lidded eyes locked onto yours. He licked your lips a few quick times before diving back in to the warm wetness of your mouth. When did he become so skilled with his tongue? Heat grew deep within both of you, permeating into the other, intensifying the kiss. He pulled away from your lips to focus on your neck, a known sensitive spot of yours. Desire burned through him like a wild fire, clouding his thinkpan and impairing his judgment. He bit into the crook of your neck, careful not to draw blood.
"Kankri! T-that hurts," you gasped. He mumbled an apology against your throat, gently licking, sucking, and nibbling your neck. "Mmmngh," you whimpered. That noise sent shudders down his spine, and he was eager to make you make more of them.
He was propping himself up on his arms, and you buried your hands in his hair, eliciting a purr from Kankri's throat, and you brushed the base of his left horn. He gasped, electricity running down his spine, and causing him to shudder. Usually he pulled your hands away from his horns telling you how triggering that was, but this time he didn't so you took the initiative to explore further. You ran a finger up the side of one horn, circling the tip. He cried out, arching his back at the sudden pleasure your touch gave. He felt a tingling sensation begin deep within him, and it took all of his willpower to keep his bulge inside of his nook, but he couldn't take this much longer. He wanted you so badly, he wanted to make you moan and beg and pail with you. But…but this was all wrong. Oh gog, was this wrong.
"I-I'm sorry. I can't," he whimpered, nearly leaping off of you. Shame engulfed him. He shouldn't be doing this; he shouldn't want what he wanted. Pulling his knees up against his chest he tugged his sweater neck around his face to hide his tear from you.
You were surprised when he pulled away, curling up within himself in the corner. You immediately felt at fault for this. Oh dear, was he crying? You crawled over to him, resting a hand against his leg.
"P-please don't touch me _. I find it very triggering right now," he whispered, but that wasn't going to stop you. You pushed his legs down so you could crawl into his lap, though he tried to draw deeper into himself. Why wouldn't you leave him alone?
"Kankri? What's wrong? I'm sorry I touched your horns, I didn't mean to," you stammered off an apology. You felt so bad now for hurting him. Tears begin to burn behind your eyes, threatening to escape, but you figured both of you crying wasn't helping nobody. He let you tug down the neck of his sweater, revealing a flushed, tear stained face.
"It's not that. Well, it's partly that, but not really. It's just that I want you so much, but that would break my vow of celibacy and I don't want that but at the same time I do." You brushed tears away from his face.
"Kankri, why did you take that vow anyways?" you asked. Something bad stirred deep within him. This was something he didn't like to think about, but it was time you knew the truth.
"My red mutation is the lowest color of the hemospectrum," he began, but this blood color thing didn't make any sense to you. Why did that matter? Seeing your look of confusion he continued. "So I took this vow of celibacy to keep from spreading my horrid mutation into the rest of the hemospectrum. Because," his voice caught as a single tear slid down his cheek, "Because it would be a crime to have my blood taint the other colors. I should never be allowed to pail."
Your heart ached at his words, the way he hated himself for his own blood, not that he could even help what ran through his veins. Suddenly and idea struck you. You knew just how to make him feel better. You reached into your back pocket, glad to find the pocket knife you commonly carried for self protection when you walked.
"Kankri, do you trust me?" you asked. He looked from you to the knife you unsheathed, and then back to you, furrowing his eyes in confusion. You repeated your question. Though he was nervous he agreed that, yes, he did trust you. He trusted you more than anyone.
You took hold of his hand, palm facing upward, and slowly drew the blade across his skin. He hissed an inward breath. Sharp pain emitted from his palm, and he was tempted to draw it away, but didn't. Candy red blood beaded along the shallow cut you made.
"I-I don't understand what you're doing," he whispered. You silenced him with a look, drawing the knife across your own palm, and placing it next to his. He looked from his bleeding hand to yours. "I-I'm still not getting it."
"Don't you see Kankri?" you whispered, tilting his chin up so that his eyes met yours. "We both bleed red."
Something clicked within Kankri's mind. All this time he was trying to promote equality amongst the other blood colors, trying to raise them all to the same level, even though he knew he'd still be unaccepted because of his blood color. Never had someone tried to be on the same level as him, why would someone demote themselves so low? He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, and mixing the two nearly identical shades of blood until they formed one. He looked from your hands to your eyes that were brimming with the love you felt for the nubby horned troll. He couldn't take this anymore; he needed you more now than he ever has before. But the difference was, this time it felt right. He pushed your shoulders down softly, pressing you against the floor and straddled your waist, pinning you in place.
"Would it be considered triggering if I take you now?" his hot breath tickled your ear. Your face completely flushed at his question, desire and embarrassment stirring in your stomach. As an answer you began to tug at the base of his sweater, pulling it up as far as you could. He sat on his heels, quickly discarding the fabric and brought his lips back to yours. You could feel his need by the way he arched his back and moaned into your kiss, purring ever so slightly. You ran your hands over his bare chest and sides, causing your heated matesprit to shudder. Your touch sent electricity flowing through him. Panting, he began to clutch at your shirt, letting you sit up long enough to pull it over your head, his mouth eagerly taking your own the moment the fabric was off. Pinned to the floor once again he ran his hands over your smooth stomach, making his way up to your breasts.
"I-It unclasps in the back," you informed him, not meeting his eyes. With a moment of frustrated fumbling he managed to release your breasts from the bra's hold. He examined your naked chest with new curiosity. You weren't sure if it was possible, but you believed your face blushed even darker. He took in the way you looked, breathing hard and face reddened, as your embarrassed, lust filled eyes sheepishly watched him. He lowered himself back onto you, his own face sporting a candy red blush.
"Gog, do you even know how triggering you look right now," he nearly growled in your ear. His hands groped at your breasts, his thumb brushing over the nubs. You couldn't help the pleasured whimpers that escaped at his explorative touches. He untangled his tongue from yours, running it down your chin and fastening his teeth at your throat. You tried to hold back the moans that threatened to tear from your throat as pleasure boiled beneath your skin. He twisted your breast as he sucked on your neck, leaving love marks as he traveled across it. "Moan for me," he purred.
You obliged, moaning loudly and losing your hands in his hair. The sounds coming from your mouth aroused Kankri further, his bulge already squirming about inside his pants.
"K-Kankri!" you mewled as he nibbled on your ear lobe and continuing to stroke his hands up and down your exposed flesh. You grabbed his horns roughly, quickly stroking up and down.
"Aaaahn!" he cried against your neck, involuntarily grinding his hips against you. You felt something warm squirm against your thigh and looked down to see the tented, wiggling form moving around in Kankri's pants. Oh my god. This was really going to happen. He noticed you staring at his clothed bulge. "W-want me to take these off?" he tried to sound seductive, but he came off as shy and inexperienced, which had an even greater effect on you. You nodded, biting your lower lip.
He sat back again, unbuttoning his pants, slowly lowering the zipper. His heart was rapidly beating against his rib cage. He lowered his pants before tugging the hem of his red boxers down. Both of you blushed as what appeared to be a red tentacle snaked out, squirming around in the open air already covered in a thin coating of genetic material. The two of you sat there in a kind of awkward silence until curiosity got the best of you. You reached a slightly shaking hand towards the red tentabulge. Before you even touched it, it wrapped around your hand.
"Mmmmngh," he groaned as his bulge coiled around your hand and up your wrist. Sure, he'd touched himself before, on multiple occasions, but it didn't even compare to the way your hand felt against his fully aroused member. After a moment of shock you swallowed and began to run your hand up and down his bulge, squeezing it lightly. Kankri grabbed your face with both hands, crashing his lips against yours. Stimulating pleasure clouded his thinkpan as you quickened your pace.
"_," he whimpered against your lips. The vulnerability in his voice only added to the heat you were feeling in your core as he mewled your name. He pulled away from your mouth; a string of red tinted saliva keeping you connected, and removed your hand, now covered in his genetic material from his bulge. It instantly curled in on itself, desperate for more foreign contact. Kankri kept his eyes on your flushed face as he tugged on the edge of your pants, pulling them down about an inch before pausing to see if it was okay with you. You stared into his innocent, needing eyes, giving him the slightest nod. Within moments you were stripped of your pants and your underwear, now fully bare in front of your matesprit. He slowly explored your body with his eyes first, taking in every curve. You were feeling extremely aroused and extremely embarrassed at being so exposed.
Kankri wondered for a moment where your bulge was, but then remembered that humans were different than trolls. You only had a nook, but he could cope with that. You gasped when you felt a finger enter you and Kankri gave a short breathed laugh at your surprise. He began moving his finger around before deciding to insert another. Your pleasured moan was louder than either of you expected and you were suddenly glad Karkat wasn't there. You could feel a ball of heat growing below your stomach as the pace of his movements quickened. You pulled his head down, wrapping one hand around one horn and your mouth around the other, swirling your tongue around the top. Something between a deep moan and a purr rumbled through Kankri's throat. His squirming, wet bulge couldn't take the denial any more. Kankri slid his fingers out, examining the coat of liquid that covered them. Already you missed the warmth of them inside you. You whined when he stopped pleasuring you.
Face completely flushed, Kankri spread your legs wider, positioning himself at your entrance. "I apologize if this hurts, and I'm sorry if I'm not very, u-uh, good at this. It's my first time," he mumbled. You nervously laughed; this was your first time too. Without any further words he moved his hips forward, his bulge slithering inside of you.
"Ah," you cried in pain as his size stretched your inner walls. He froze.
"S-should I stop?" he asked, ready to slide out if need be. You winced, shifting slightly so your body could adjust.
"No…Just give me a minute," you grunted. Kankri stopped moving, instead distracting you with gentle kisses and kind words. Soon pleasure proceeded pain and you nipped at Kankri's lips. He pulled his lips away from your lips, searching your eyes with an ever present question. You nodded. So very slowly he began to thrust into you, moaning and purring against your mouth. The friction felt so incredibly wonderful for the both of you as he quickened his pace. You bucked your hips to match his pace, clutching his hair and rubbing his horns. Sounds of pleasure and skin moving against skin filled the heated air as the two of you made love on his bedroom floor. Tears pooled at the corners of Kankri's eyes, not from pain but from the physical and emotional pleasure you were giving him. "Kankri!" you cried as he thrusted deeper, hitting an extremely sensitive spot. He slowed for a moment, scared that he might have hurt you. You groaned at the sudden lack of speed. "Do that again," you encouraged.
Kankri obliged, thrusting faster and harder. He could tell by the tightness he felt that he was reaching his limit. He nipped at your throat, pleasurable whimpers dribbling from his panting mouth. His movements went from rhythmic to erratic and you could tell he was almost there, and you could tell you were nearly at the same points. Only a few thrust more and you'd be over the edge.
"K-Kankri, aahhhhhh!" you cried as pleasure erupted through your body, reaching your climax. Your walls tightened around his bulge and he reached his climax as well, yelling out your name. He continued thrusting, moving slower and slower as you two rode out your orgasms, trying to enjoy the pleasure as long as you could. Heavy breathing and panting ensued as he collapsed against you, his weakened state making it impossible for him to hold himself up any longer.
After a few long moments of heavy breathing and neck nuzzling Kankri pulled out, spilling Red genetic material on the floor. He blushed a deep candy red, the same color as the material staining the inside of your trembling legs. "Sorry, I don't own a bucket," he apologized. The heated arousal you were feeling earlier drained away, leaving you in a warm and sleepy haze. You supposed Kankri was feeling the same by the way he gingerly lifted you off the ground, genetic material running down both of your legs, and gently settled the two of you into his bed. He pulled the covers around both of your naked bodies. You cuddled close, resting your head against his chest, drifting over to the slowing sound of his heartbeat.
EXTENDED ENDING
You weren't sure how much time had gone by when you awoke to the sound of a slamming door. Kankri's arms were still wrapped around you and he stirred. His bedroom door flew open.
"Kankri, where the fuck is _?" Karkat yelled, suddenly stopping in his tracks. "What the fuck happened here? What is this mes—OH GOG." Two and two added up as he saw the ruffled forms of your snuggled bodies and the red pool of fluid staining the ground. "OH. MY. GOG. I WAS ONLY GONE FOR A FEW HOURS. FUCK NO. NOPE. I'M OUT!" he yelled, raising his hands in a retreating manner before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Kankri sat up on his elbows, candy red coloring blooming against his cheeks.
"Uh, _, I think we triggered him," he observed. You laughed, curling up closer to your matesprit, sleep already dragging at your eyelids.