Chapter 9: Chapter 9
The university hallway was bustling with the usual hustle and bustle of students rushing to their next class, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the faint scent of coffee from the nearby café.
Dave stood by the door, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes scanning the crowd for Karkat. He hadn't even come out to anyone else, and now here he was, waiting for Karkat to pick him up, his stomach twisted in a knot of nerves and anticipation. He saw Karkat striding towards him, his tall figure easily cutting through the crowd. Dave's heart leapt into his throat as Karkat approached, his eyes locked onto Dave's. Karkat stopped in front of him, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Dave couldn't resist, his body moving on its own accord as he wrapped his arms around Karkat's neck, pressing his body against his. Karkat chuckled, his arms wrapping around Dave's waist, pulling him even closer. "Easy there, tiger," he murmured, his voice low and playful. He leaned into Dave, pressing a kiss into the corner of his jaw. "No one will see," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his breath hot against Dave's skin.
Dave's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through his veins. He could feel the heat of Karkat's body, the firm press of his muscles against his own. He could smell him, a mix of sweat and cologne, a scent that was uniquely Karkat.
"I missed you all day" Murmured Karkat, pulling away and leaving his arm wrapped around Dave's back. Dave leaned into the touch, feeling warm and secure.
"Me too." He replied, his cheeks flushing a light pink. Karkat chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through his chest.
"I thought about you all day. I thought about that little hole of yours, how it clenched around my fingers this morning. I imagined what it would feel like to slide my cock inside you again." Karkat's voice was low, almost a growl, and Dave could feel himself getting hard.
"Fuck, Karkat." He gasped, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching.
"Not here," he whispered urgently, his heart pounding in his chest.
Karkat just grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Fine." He wrapped his arm further around Dave, his hand sliding forward and rubbing, maybe incidentally, over Dave's pec. "How was
your day?" Karkat asks, his voice casual, but his eyes searing into Dave's.
Dave's heart flutters in his chest, his voice coming out breathy. "It was okay. Yours?"
He leans in closer, his arm tightening around Dave's chest as he continues to rub his hand over Dave's pec, his thumb brushing just a little too close to Dave's nipple.
"It was okay, I had a lot on my mind though."
Dave's breath hitches, his stomach fluttering with a mix of embarrassment and something else, something he doesn't quite understand. Karkat musn't know what he's doing, he's just being affectionate, but the accidental brush of his thumb sends a jolt of sensitivity through Dave's chest. He shifts slightly, trying to subtly move away from Karkat's touch, but Karkat just pulls him closer, his hand pressing more firmly against Dave's pec.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Karkat asks casually, his thumb deliberately brushing against Dave's nipple again. Dave shivers, his breath hitching in his throat. He tries to play it cool, but his body betrays him. Karkat grins, noting the effect his touch has on Dave.
"I uhhhhh, I don't know" Hold it together, Dave. "Whatever is fine with me..." Dave stammers, his breath hitching as Karkat's thumb runs across his nipple.
Karkat's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "What? You're not hungry? You're normally so picky.." He cupped Dave's pec and squeezed, rubbing the butt of his hand over Dave's nipple, pressing in deep.
Dave gasped, his nipple hardening beneath Karkat's touch, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. Karkat smirked, leaning in to whisper in Dave's ear. "Looks like someone is hungry for something else, isn't he?"
Dave's face flushed, a wave of heat spreading throughout his body. Karkat's touch was electric, igniting sensations Dave had never experienced before.
He felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal, his body betraying his calm demeanor. "Let's just cook at home," Dave blurted out, pulling away from Karkat's touch. He turned on his heel and darted off, leaving Karkat standing in the middle of the hallway, a grin still plastered on his face.
Once they were home, Dave couldn't keep his curiosity and confusion at bay any longer. He confronted Karkat as soon as they stepped into the apartment, slamming the door behind them. "What the hell was that, Karkat?" he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes searching Karkat's face for an explanation.
Karkat shrugged, a smirk still playing on his lips.
"I just realized there's a part of you I've been neglecting, Davey. Your nipples have been lonely all this time, isn't that right? You don't even know how good they could feel."
Dave's arms dropped to his sides, his eyes widening in shock. "What the fuck, Karkat? That's... that's not what I want. It's not... it's not.."
Dave's voice was sharp, his eyes flashing with embarrassment. "I'm not a girl, Karkat." He crossed his arms over his chest protectively.
"Don't touch them. I'm not into that shit."
Karkat's smirk faded, replaced by a look of genuine curiosity. He stepped closer, his voice softening. "Why not? You've never even tried it. How do you know you don't like it? You love it when I play with your boipussy.."
Dave covers his face with his hands, blushing bright red with memories of Karkat talking dirty to him, fucking him. He can't believe he let Karkat call his hole that. "Karkat.. Don't call it that right now" Dave mumbles, peeking through his fingers at Karkat, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
Karkat raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Why not, baby? I love your pussy, you know that."
Dave's face turned a deeper shade of red, his hands still covering his face.
Karkat, seeing the effect his words had on Dave, grinned and took a step back, preemptively raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, calm down, baby boy. Lets drop it."
Dave lowered his hands slowly, his eyes narrowing as he peered at Karkat through his fingers.
Karkat's face broke into a wide grin, his eyes gleaming with triumph, holding out his hand. Dave looked at it for a moment before rolling his eyes and taking it.
In the heat of the moment, they barely made it to the bedroom before their clothes were in a heap on the floor and they were tangled up in the sheets, their bodies pressing together with desperate urgency. Karkat's mouth was everywhere, devouring Dave's skin, exploring every inch of him as if he were a feast laid out before him. Dave moaned and writhed, his hips bucking against Karkat's, his cock pulsing with need.
Dave generously let Karkat top again, like he'd topped every night this week. Dave was just tired, that's all, it's not that he had a preference either way.. They came together, Dave's head thrown back with Karkat biting kisses into his neck and shoulders. Dave's nipples were, thankfully, left alone.
After, they curled up to sleep, Karkat taking his shift as the big spoon. Karkat left a hand wrapped over Dave's pec as he fell asleep and Dave froze - waiting for him to start up again. Dave felt so aware of the little bud on his chest, under Karkat's hot hand. He waited - breath baited, but Karkat's breaths just eased off into sleep.
/ Why am I still thinking about this? Stuff touches my chest every day and I don't care. It's Karkat's fault for being weird earlier. /
Dave is hyperaware of his nipples the next few days, noticing how his clothes feel and look against them. He's pretty sure he hasn't given them this much thought ever in his life. He's hyperaware of Karkat's touch too, and it's driving him crazy. Karkat seems to be doing it on purpose, cupping his chest when they hug, or 'incidentally' brushing against his nipples when they pass each other in the kitchen. Dave can't help but flinch every time, his body reacting to the touch even if his mind is screaming at him to ignore it.
He's been trying to brush it off, to pretend it doesn't affect him, but it's getting harder and harder to deny the effect Karkat's touch has on him.
One evening, as they're watching TV, Dave's mind is elsewhere, his thoughts consumed by the confusing mix of embarrassment and arousal he feels whenever Karkat touches him. He's so lost in thought that he barely registers Karkat's hands as they slide over his chest, cupping his pecs and squeezing gently.
"Fuck," Dave gasps, his body tensing as the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.
"Shh, Dave, you're so tense. I'm giving you a massage." Karkat is sitting behind him, Dave practically in his lap. Karkat moves his hands to Dave's neck and shoulders, rubbing him down and working the knots out. Dave sighs, a deep rumble of contentment, as the tension in his muscles releases. He leans back into Karkat, the pain from the knots subsiding into a warm, soothing sensation that makes him feel fuzzy and content to lean on Karkat. Over time, Karkat moves his hands lower, his touch growing bolder as heworks on Dave's chest and traps. "You've got some really tight muscles here, Dave," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "I bet they ache sometimes, huh?" Dave shudders at the touch, nodding. Karkat is right. His chest muscles have been tight and kind of painful.
Not that he ever says anything about it. He's more likely to complain about the weather or his stupid roommate, anything but something that might seem weak or girly. But Karkat can feel the tension in his muscles, the way they twitch and pull under his touch. It's obvious that Dave doesn't take care of himself the way he should.
Karkat takes the opportunity to really work out those knots, his hands sliding over Dave's chest, feeling the firm planes and the subtle valleys of his torso. He's not surprised to find Dave's nipples already hard, even beneath two layers of fabric. Karkat's hands work lower, his palms brushing 'accidentally' over Dave's nipples. Dave's breath hitches, a soft gasp that Karkat can't help but grin at.
He starts to move his hands in small circles, pressing deeper into Dave's chest, working out the tense muscles. But as he does, his palms keep brushing 'accidentally' over Dave's nipples, sending little shivers through Dave's body. Dave squirms beneath his touch, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts, his body betraying him.
"Ah-" Karkat's hands move lower, circling and pressing deeper into Dave's chest, his palms brushing just a little too close to Dave's nipples. He pauses, his hands hovering, then moves again, this time his hands rubbing closer and closer.
Dave flinches slightly, his breath hitching as Karkat's hands brush over his nipples. Karkat smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Oh, sorry, Dave," he murmurs, his voice low and playful. "Are you sensitive there?"
Dave's cheeks flush, his pride bristling at the implication.
"No," he mumbles, his voice gruff.
Karkat's grin widens, his hands moving to Dave's chest, groping and squeezing. He rubs his palms against Dave's nipples, circling them, teasing them. Dave's breath catches, his body tensing, but he doesn't push Karkat away.
Karkat chuckles, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. "Great, then I can continue on with the massage without problem."
Dave swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Yeah, sure, no problem."
"Great," Karkat replies with a smirk. "Let's see how much you can take, then."
He starts to rub Dave's chest again, his touch firmer this time. He works on Dave's pecs and traps, his hands kneading and pressing, working out the knots. Dave tries to keep his breathing steady, his eyes glued to the TV, but his body is betraying him. He can feel every brush of Karkat's hands, every rub of his palms, and it's driving him crazy.
Karkat continues to work on Dave's chest, his touch growing more and more intense. He pinches Dave's nipples between his fingers, twisting and pulling. Dave flinches, his breath hitching in his throat, but he doesn't say anything.
Karkat seems to be taking his silence as encouragement, because he rubs the heels of his hands harder back and forth over Dave's chest, his palms grinding into Dave's skin with every pass. Dave's nipples are already hard, and the friction is sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. He tries to ignore it, tries to focus on the TV, but Karkat's touch is overwhelming, consuming his senses.
He can feel every brush, every pass of Karkat's hands, every time his palms graze his nipples. He's never felt his chest like this before, like it's a direct line to his cock. Is this how girls feel? He squashes that thought down immediately, fighting himself and composing himself again for Karkat's massage.
Karkat notices all of this, his hands working expertly, his eyes trained on Dave's face, watching every flicker of emotion, every intake of breath. He knows what he's doing. He knows exactly what buttons to press, and he's going to take his time pressing them all.
He's going to show Dave what he's been missing.
Karkat moves his hands up to Dave's shoulders again, working the knots out, making Dave sigh and melt into his touch. He reaches behind Dave's neck and massages the tight muscles there, making Dave's head fall back onto his shoulder, exposing his throat.
Karkat takes advantage of the invitation, pressing a line of soft, open-mouthed kisses along Dave's throat. Dave shivers, his body responding to the sensation, his breath hitching as Karkat's mouth reaches the sensitive spot behind his ear.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" Karkat whispers, his voice a low rumble. He nips at the skin, his teeth gentle but firm, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Dave's cock.
Dave shudders, his body arching into Karkat's touch. "Ah," he gasps, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Karkat's hands slide up to Dave's chest again, cupping his pecs and squeezing gently. Dave's breath hitches as Karkat's touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. Before Dave can react, Karkat wraps his legs over Dave's, trapping him in place. Dave's eyes widen in surprise, his body tensing as Karkat's legs press against his, holding him immobile.
"What are you—?" Dave starts to protest, but Karkat cuts him off, his hands moving to Dave's chest, groping and squeezing. He rubs his palms against Dave's nipples, circling them, teasing them, his touch bolder, more insistent than before. Dave squirms under Karkat's touch, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
He wriggles around, trying to break free from Karkat's grip, but Karkat's legs are like vices, trapping him in place. "Let me go, Karkat," Dave gasps.
Karkat chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "Not a chance, baby boy. You're mine tonight, and I want to play with your pretty little tits." His hands continue to work Dave's chest, his palms rubbing and squeezing, his fingers rubbing.
Dave can't help but thrust his hips upwards, seeking friction, seeking something to rub against. But there's nothing there, just the empty air and the rough fabric of his sweatpants.
Karkat keeps playing with Dave's nipples, one hand rubbing small circles around each one, while the other grips Dave's waist, holding him tightly against his own body. Dave's breath comes in ragged gasps as Karkat's hips grind against his, the sensation sending waves of pleasure-pain through his chest and down to his cock, hard and aching in his jeans. He can feel Karkat's own erection pressing against his lower back, a promise of what's to come. Or a warning.
Dave tries to squirm away, to break Karkat's hold on him, but Karkat's legs are wrapped tightly around his, pinning him in place.
Dave's body is on fire, his nipples throbbing with sensation, his cock aching with need. "Karkat, stop," he pleads, his voice a desperate whisper. Karkat's hands continue to work his chest, his touch firm and insistent. "Since you don't really feel anything from your nipples, this shouldn't be a problem, right?" he murmurs, his breath hot against Dave's ear. He leans back, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looks down at Dave's chest. "You see, baby boy, this doesn't do anything for you, right?" He chuckles, his voice low and playful. "But that's okay. I'm going to train them. I'm going to make you feel things you never knew you could."
Dave's eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks up at Karkat, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "What are you talking about? I don't need you to train my—my nipples."
Karkat grins, his hands still working Dave's chest, his touch firm and insistent. "Why? CAuse they're already soooo sensitive?"
"No! Because I'm not. a girl."
Karkat snickers, his hands tightening on Dave's chest, his thumbs rubbing circles around Dave's nipples.
"You're squirming like you want it, baby. I can see it in your eyes. You're so fucking hard right now."
Dave's cock is throbbing, desperate for release, but he grits his teeth, refusing to give Karkat the satisfaction of knowing just how turned on he is. He wriggles beneath Karkat's touch, his body at war with itself, torn between the desire for more and the need to resist.
Karkat smirks, not missing a beat, his hands continuing their relentless assault on Dave's chest. "Poor Dave," he coos, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Your boipussy must be so empty right now, huh? You must be aching for something to fill it up." His thumbs rub circles around Dave's nipples, his touch firm and unyielding. Dave's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body writhing under the onslaught of sensation. Karkat leans in, his voice low and intimate, "You're all tense and tight, baby. You need something to loosen you up, something to make you feel good." He nips at Dave's earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.
Dave's hips jerk in response, a desperate, involuntary motion. Karkat's hands pause in their rhythm, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Ah, look at that, baby boy. Your body's begging for it. You want something inside, don't you?" He teases, his voice a low growl.
Dave's cheeks burn with embarrassment, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to deny it, to cling onto his pride, but his body won't let him. Karkat's words are true, his body is screaming for release, for something to fill the emptiness inside.
"Just..... just fuck me. Stop playing around." He grits out, flushed.
Karkat nods, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, baby boy. I'll give you what you need." He leans in, his voice low and taunting. "But first, let's see just how needy you are, yeah? Let's see how much you've missed your old Karkat." He grasps Dave's wrists, pinning them above his head, his gaze locked onto Dave's chest.
As Karkat moves to position himself between Dave's legs, he keeps up the relentless teasing. "You're so desperate for cock, aren't you, baby? Your little pussy is so empty, so starved for a good fuck. I bet you've been thinking about it all day, huh? How can you get anything done when you're so empty?" Karkat taunts, his voice a low growl as he looks down at Dave, sprawled out beneath him. "Poor Davey. Only one thing will satisfy that need."
Dave's body is writhing, his hips bucking off the mattress as he tries to get some friction, anything to alleviate the ache inside him. His nipples are hard and sensitive, begging for attention, and his cock is so fucking hard it hurts. He feels like he's on fire, his body aching and needy, desperate for release.
"Fuck, Karkat, just— just fuck me already, come on." Dave pleads, his voice ragged and breathless.
Karkat grins, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and amusement. "Oh no, baby boy. Not until you play with your pretty little tits for me. I want to see you touch yourself, I want to see you make them hard and sensitive. I want to see you squirm and moan, frustrated and needy. That's the only way you'll get what you crave."
Dave's eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. No way, Karkat. I'm not going to— I can't—"
Karkat's grins, "Is it embarrassing? Are you too embarrassed to play with your little tits for me?" Karkat teases, one hand lazily palming Dave's pec, his thumb brushing against his nipple. "Good. That's my favourite part. I want to see your little red face, shy and embarrassed, as you play with your nipples so I don't stop fucking you."
Karkat murmurs, his voice a low purr as he continues to palm Dave's chest. "Good thing you love being embarrassed too, isn't it, Davey? Look how hard this little thing is." He flicks Dave's cock, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through his chest.
Dave's breath hitches, his eyes widening. "I don't like being embarrassed, Karkat," he protests, "I'm not into that."
Karkat's grin never fades, his hand still rubbing against Dave's chest, his thumb teasing Dave's nipple.
"Don't lie to me, baby boy," he whispers, his voice a low purr. "You come harder than anything when I'm fucking you, telling you how tight your little pussy is, calling you my little cockslut. Remember when I came on your face? You loved it, didn't you?" He leans in, his voice a low growl, his breath hot against Dave's ear. "You came, blushing bright red, all ashamed, without a hand on you."
Dave's breath hitches, his body tensing at Karkat's words.
Memories of their last encounter flood his mind, the way Karkat had stretched him open, the way he'd filled Dave's hole so completely. Dave's cock throbs at the memory, betraying his protests.
Karkat moves out from behind Dave, crawling over him. Dave turns his face sideways into the pillow, hiding, and spreads his legs, pulling his knees up as Karkat pulls Dave's clothes off, leaving him bare.
Karkat, leans back, admiring the view. His eyes roam over Dave's body, lingering on his chest, his nipples hard and begging for attention. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, baby boy. Let's see you play with those pretty little tits for me."
Dave hesitates, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He looks up at Karkat, his eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He reaches for his own chest, begrudgingly.
His eyes locked onto Karkat’s, defiance and embarrassment written all over his face. His hands hover over his pecs, then slowly touch his nipples, a light graze at first. He hisses, his eyes widening at the sensation.
“Good,” Karkat purrs. “Now circle them, rub them. Good and hard.”
Dave’s cheeks burn as he circles his nipples, rubbing them with the pads of his fingers. His breath hitches, the sensation electric, unlike anything he's felt before. He watches Karkat watch him, Karkat’s eyes dark and intense. He can feel every beat of his heart as his fingers rub and twist his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure down to his cock. He forces his face to be flat and impassive.
His nipples are so sensitive, already rock hard under his touch, and every time he rubs them, he feels an answering jolt deep in his belly. Desire pools between his legs, his cock throbbing with need. He’s never been this turned on just from touching himself.
"Earth to Karkat -" He intones. "Can we have sex now?"
Dave asks, his voice a low growl, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
Karkat grins, "Sorry, baby. Did I neglect you? Let me fix that."
Karkat replies with a smirk, He reaches into his bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. "Now, where were we?" He says, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Dave's heart races - He feels the cool liquid on his hole, Karkat's fingers slick and urgent as they spread him open.
"Fuck," Dave hisses, his breath hitching as Karkat pushes two fingers inside him, stretching him, preparing him.
Karkat grins, his fingers moving in and out of Dave, building a slow, steady rhythm. "Don't stop touching your chest, or I stop" he murmurs, his voice a low growl.
Dave's hands resume their motion, rubbing and circling his nipples, his breath coming in short gasps. Karkat watches Dave squirm beneath him, his cock throbbing with need. He's hard, painfully so, but he wants to see Dave begging for it first. He wants to see him desperate and needy, his body pleading for release.
"You're so fucking hot like this, sweetheart," Karkat whispers, his voice low and intense.
"Playing with your tits like a good little slut." His fingers twist and crook, seeking out that spot inside Dave that makes his breath catch and his hips jerk. Dave whimpers, his body writhing, his hands still working his nipples, rubbing and rolling them between his fingers. He can't help but reach out, his body driven by need, his hand curling around Karkat's cock, gripping him tightly. Karkat groans, his hips jerking forward, driving his fingers deeper into Dave.
"That's right, baby. Grab it. You want it, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. Dave nods, his eyes locked onto Karkat's, his hand stroking his cock, his grip firm and sure. "Say it, Dave.
Tell me you want it." Karkat growls, his voice thick with desire and command. He leans down, his body pressing against Dave's, his lips brushing against Dave's ear. "Tell me you want my cock inside you."
Dave's breath hitches, his body arching into Karkat's touch. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with need. "Fuck, Karkat," he moans, his voice a desperate whisper. "Fuck me, please."
Karkat pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Good boy," he purrs. "Now let's see that tight little asshole of yours."
Dave hesitates for a moment, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, but he obeys, pulling his knees up and presenting his ass to Karkat. Karkat chuckles, running a hand over Dave's firm, rounded cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
"There's my favourite hole." Karkat smiles.
Dave shudders at Karkat's words, his cock pulsing with need.
He feels Karkat's fingers leave his hole, a soft pop as they slip out of him. He feels empty, aching for more. He hears the wet sound of lube being applied.
"Fuck, you're so eager," Karkat growls, his voice low and hungry. Dave feels the head of Karkat's cock pressing against his hole, tapping gently, teasingly, rubbing back and forth.
A low, needy whine escapes Dave's throat as he rocks his hips back, eager to take Karkat inside.
"Patience, baby," Karkat chides, his voice a low purr. "You'll get what you need"
He presses the head of his cock against Dave's hole, teasing it, rubbing it against the sensitive skin. He then grabs a handful of lube and drizzles it onto his cock, working it in with his hand, coating himself thoroughly.
Dave groans, "Fuck, Karkat, I need you inside me," His voice a plaintive whine, his body aching for release.
Karkat's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with lust. "You're so fucking desperate for it, aren't you?" he growls.
He grabs Dave's hips, yanking him back as he thrusts forward, pushing the head of his cock into Dave's hole. Dave gasps, his body tense for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion. Karkat gives him a moment, letting him relax before pushing in further, inch by agonizing inch. Dave feels so full, so stretched, and the sensation is overwhelming. He can feel every ridge and vein of Karkat's cock as it slides in, filling him completely.
Karkat pauses once he's fully sheathed, giving Dave a moment to adjust.
He grins down at Dave, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leans down, pressing a kiss to Dave's shoulder blade. "You feel so fucking good, Davey. Your tight little hole is squeezing down so tightly on me, I can barely move."
Karkat whispers, his voice a low growl against Dave's ear as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into him. Dave gasps, his body arching into the pressure, his hands still gripping his own chest, his fingers rubbing and circling his nipples.
He whimpers, his fingers still working his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. "Fuck, Karkat," he groans, his voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Karkat grins, a wicked, predatory smile that sends shivers down Dave's spine. "Don't worry, baby boy. I won't make you wait any longer." He grips Dave's hips tighter, and then he's moving, pulling out before slamming back in, filling Dave completely.
Dave cries out, his hands flying back to grip the headboard, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. Karkat's hips snap forward, again and again, setting a brutal pace that leaves Dave gasping and moaning.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his voice a desperate, breathless mantra. He can feel every inch of Karkat's cock as it slides in and out of him, can feel the way it hits that spot inside him that sends sparks shooting through his body. His nipples are still hard, still aching for attention, but his focus is solely on the sensation of Karkat inside him.
Karkat's pace is relentless, his hips slapping against Dave's ass with each thrust. Dave can feel the sweat dripping off Karkat's body, can feel the way his muscles twitch and clench as he moves.
"Fuck, Karkat," Dave groans, his voice ragged and breathless. "Fuck me harder. Come on, you know you want to."
Karkat grins, a wicked, predatory smile that makes Dave's cock throb.
He grips Dave's hips tighter, and begins to move, pulling out before slamming back in, filling Dave completely.
But as he starts to set a brutal pace, he notices Dave's hands stop moving on his chest. He pauses, his cock buried deep inside Dave, his breath ragged.
"Hey, what happened to your tits, baby boy?" Karkat asks, his voice a low growl. Dave looks down, his eyes widening as he realizes he's stopped playing with his nipples. "Oh, fuck," he mutters, his hands immediately flying back to his chest, his fingers resuming their rubbing.
"That's my good boy," Karkat purrs, his hips beginning to move again, slowly at first, before building back up to that brutal pace.
"You're so fucking obedient, aren't you? A filthy little slut, doing exactly what I tell you to do. Look at you, playing with your tits like a good little whore, all for my pleasure." He leans down, his voice a low growl in Dave's ear. ".You love being my little bitch, don't you, Davey?"
Dave gasps, his body tensing at Karkat's words. He doesn't want to admit it, doesn't want to give in to the darkness inside him that craves this, craves Karkat.
But his body betrays him, his hips arching back to meet Karkat's thrusts, his fingers rubbing and twisting his nipples in time with Karkat's movements.
"That's right, baby boy," Karkat growls, his voice thick with lust and possession. "You're mine now, aren't you? My little bitch, my little slut." He leans down, his breath hot against Dave's ear. "You're my little bitch, my little slut. You've got a tight little pussy just like a woman, don't you? Tight and wet and ready for me. I bet you'd look so pretty on your knees, all made up and dressed up like a little girl. You'd take my cock so good, just like you're doing now. You'd be my little fucktoy, my little bitch."
Karkat's eyes glaze over as he imagines the future, his hips moving steadily, his cock buried deep inside Dave. "I can't wait until you're fully trained, Davey. You'll be my little whore, my little fuckdoll. You'll do anything I tell you to do, won't you, baby boy?
Like a good little slut, sticking your tits out for me to play with. And you know what? Pretty soon, those nipples of yours are going to be so sensitive you won't be able to get anything done. You'll be walking around, all hard and needy, and people will wonder what's wrong with you. You'll have to wear a bra, Davey. A tight little bra to keep them contained, to keep them from rubbing against your clothes and driving you crazy. Everyone will see, and they'll know what a little bitch you are, what a little slut you've become for me.
Dave's breath hitches, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as Karkat's words paint a vivid picture in his mind.
He can feel the intensity of Karkat's gaze on his chest, can feel the heat of his breath against his ear, and it's too much. His nipples are already painfully sensitive, and the thought of them becoming even more so makes his cock throb in anticipation and dread. But he can't deny the way his body responds, the way his hips buck back against Karkat's thrusts, eager for more.
Karkat takes control, his hands replacing Dave's on his chest. His touch is firmer, more insistent, his fingers twisting and rolling Dave's nipples with a force that makes Dave gasp and writhe. "Is this what you want, baby boy?" Karkat growls, his voice a low rumble. "You want me to play with your tits?
You want me to make them ache and throb for me, baby boy?" Karkat growls, as he takes over Dave's chest, his hands replacing Dave's and gripping his nipples tighter than Dave ever would.
Dave's hips buck back, involuntarily, matching Karkat's brutal rhythm, his body desperate for more, for harder, for anything to dull the exquisite agony Karkat's hands are inflicting. He thrashes beneath Karkat, his body writhing and squirming, his pleas and moans becoming a desperate, incoherent babble.
Karkat's grip on Dave's nipples tightens, his fingers twisting and rolling, his thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling. "That's it, baby boy. Scream for me. .
” Karkat commands, his voice a low, cruel purr. Dave's eyes squeeze shut, his body writhing and squirming as Karkat's fingers twist and pull at his nipples. He's so sensitive, so fucking sensitive, he can't stop moving, can't stop fucking himself back onto Karkat's cock, seeking relief from the exquisite agony of Karkat's touch. It's too much, too intense, but his body can't get enough, can't stop seeking more, more, more. Karkat watches Dave's body writhe, a cruel smile playing at his lips. He's amused, delighted, by Dave's desperate, involuntary movements. "Look at you, baby boy," he growls, his fingers never ceasing their merciless assault.
"You're a fucking mess, aren't you? Slutty boy. You're lucky i found you, and not someone else."
Karkat's hands leave Dave's nipples, his grip shifting to his hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls Dave back, meeting his thrusts to increase the intensity of their fucking. Dave gasps, his body tensing at the sudden change, his eyes flying open to meet Karkat's gaze. The raw, primal look in Karkat's eyes sends a shiver down Dave's spine, and he feels a pang of fear mixed with his arousal.
Karkat's hands tighten on Dave's hips, his gaze intense as he imagines, "You can't ever give it up to someone else, sweetheart. They wouldn't know what to do with you. They couldn't give it to you how you like it, like I do."
Karkat growls, his eyes boring into Dave's, his voice thick with lust and possession. "I'm the only one who knows how to handle you, how to make you feel good. I'm the only one that can fuck you how you need it."
Dave gasps, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged pants. He can feel Karkat's cock swelling inside him, can feel the tension in Karkat's body as he grips Dave's hips tighter, his fingers digging into Dave's soft flesh. He presses his palm down over Dave's lower stomach.
"Can you feel me in here?" Karkat questions, his voice a low, pleased, taunt.
Dave nods, his breath hitching in his chest. "Deep - " he gasps out, arching his back.
His body is a live wire, his nerve endings exposed, every touch, every word sending electricity through him. Karkat smiles, a wicked, smug grin, his eyes dark with desire. "Good," he growls, his voice a low purr. "Deep cause you let me, deep cause need it, deep cause you're empty."
Karkat pushes Dave's legs back into his chest further, looking down to watch himself fuck into Dave's hole. He pulls out, leaving Dave empty and greedily watching his hole, pink puffy and wet, clenching around nothing, unable to fully close. He smirks, not missing Dave's whimper of loss.
"Hands back where I put them" Karkat intones, fondly. Dave had stopped playing with his chest, which meant he wasn't getting fucked.
Dave's nipples are so sensitive, so painful, he can barely stand the touch of his own hands. But still, he can't help but reach down, his fingers brushing against them, the sensitive tips, the sore, swollen peaks—fuck, he's never felt them like this before. He bites his lip, his eyes fluttering shut.
His fingers tremble as they move back to his chest, and he watches as Karkat watches him. Dave can't help but feel a thrill of shame and excitement at being watched like this. Karkat's gaze is intense, almost predatory, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down Dave's spine.
"Good boy," Karkat purrs, his voice a low rumble. He pulls his phone out, swiping to the side and then pointing it at Dave. His camera is trained on Dave's hole, now pink and puffy from the assault of his cock.
"Isn't he sweet?" Karkat murmurs, his voice a low, fond purr as he begins to record. "Look at that little hole, all stretched out and ready for me. It's so cute how it clenches, trying to keep me inside, even when I'm not there." He leans in, his finger tracing the edge of Dave's hole.
The camera is steady, the focus clear, zooming in on the pink flesh that clenches and releases. Karkat narrates, his voice soft and fond as he speaks to the camera. "Look at that little hole, all stretched out and ready for me." He smirks, his finger dipping into Dave's entrance, causing Dave to jerk and gasp. "It's so cute how it clenches, trying to keep me inside, even when I'm not there." He pauses, his eyes meeting Dave's over the camera lens.
He pulls his finger out, causing Dave to whimper in protest. But before he can complain, Karkat brings his hand down sharply on Dave's hole, a wet slap echoing through the room.
Dave yelps, his back arching off the bed as the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through his body.
"Fuck!" he cries out, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The camera captures every detail, the way his hole clenches and unclenches, desperate for something to fill it, to make it whole again.
"Isn't he just the sweetest thing?" Karkat coos, his voice a low, intimate purr meant only for the camera. He smirks at Dave's squirming, his gaze locked onto the screen as he narrates. "Look at him, all needy and desperate, just begging for more. His poor little hole is so greedy, isn't it?" He leans in, his finger dipping into Dave's entrance once more, causing Dave to buck his hips and gasp. Karkat chuckles, his eyes never leaving the screen. "He loves it, doesn't he? He loves the way it feels to be so full, so stretched open. He loves the way it feels to be so empty too, doesn't he?
Karkat muses, his voice low and coaxing as he brings his hand down again, spanking Dave's hole with a sharp, wet smack. Dave cries out, his body writhing as the sensation sends jolts of pleasure-pain through his nerves.
The camera catches every detail—the reddening of skin, the clench and unclench of muscles, the desperate, needy look in Dave's eyes. Karkat's fingers explore Dave's hole, dipping in and out, teasing and torturing him. He pauses, his finger poised at the entrance. "Tell me, baby. Do you want me to fill you up again? Do you want my cock back inside your greedy little hole?"
Dave's breath hitches, his body trembling with need. "Yes," he begs, his voice a desperate whimper.
The camera zooms in on Dave's face, capturing the sheen of sweat on his brow, the flush in his cheeks, and the desperate, pleading look in his eyes. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with each inhale. His nipples are red and swollen, the skin around them raw and sensitive from his relentless touching. His eyes are glazed with a mix of desire and pain, his pupils dilated with need.
Karkat smirks, his eyes flicking between Dave's face and the camera screen. "Beg for it, baby boy. Show me how much you want my cock back inside you." He thrusts his finger deeper into Dave, curling it to hit that spot inside him that makes his breath hitch. Dave moans, his hips bucking up to meet Karkat's touch. "That's it, baby.
Karkat narrates, the camera panning up Dave's body, capturing his fingers rubbing and rolling his nipples, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
On the screen, Karkat's voice is a low, intimate purr, meant only for his unseen audience. "Look at him, all flushed and desperate, playing with those pretty little tits for me. Making them red and sore, just like I told him to. He's such a good boy, isn't he? Always doing what I tell him to."
Dave's breath hitches at Karkat's words, his cheeks flushing even darker with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at being watched like this, at being praised like this. He pinches his nipples harder, his body arching into the touch, and Karkat's voice grows even softer, even more intimate.
"See how his body responds to my voice? How his breath hitches, how his hips buck? How he drips?" Karkat chuckles to the camera, ignoring Dave as he squirms and gasps beneath him. "See how his breath hitches when I mention it? He loves it, doesn't he? The way I make him so needy, so desperate. Look at him, all flushed and aching, rubbing those pretty little tits just like I told him to."
Dave's body tenses, his fingers stilling on his nipples as he listens to Karkat's words. But Karkat doesn't notice, his gaze solely on the camera, his narration continuing as if he were alone. "Look at that sweet little cock," he drawls, his voice dripping with disdain as he pans the camera down Dave's body, his eyes zeroing in on Dave's hard cock. "Isn't it just the cutest thing you've ever seen?" He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound as he zooms in on Dave's cock, capturing every detail. "So eager, so desperate, but utterly incapable of doing anything but flopping around and squirting while he gets fucked."
Karkat continues, his voice a low, taunting murmur as he runs his fingers over the head of Dave's cock, dipping them into the precum that glistens there. Dave bucks his hips, trying to get more friction, but Karkat pulls back, denying him the contact. Dave whimpers, a sound of pure, frustrated need, and Karkat grins.
" Look at this pretty little mess I've made," he coos, as if addressing an unseen lover, his gaze solely on the camera, completely ignoring Dave's squirming form beneath him. " Doesn't he look pathetic? All flushed and needy, his little hole clenching and unclenching, begging for more. And look at these pretty little tits," he drawls, zooming in on Dave's chest, his fingers tracing the red, swollen peaks. " So sensitive, aren't they? I bet they sting, don't they, baby boy?" he adds, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he looks back at Dave, his eyes gleaming with amusement and cruelty.
Dave nods, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Oh, he didn't use to be like this, you know," Karkat says to the camera, as if sharing a secret with an old friend. "He used to insist he was straight, can you believe that? Straight as an arrow, he'd say, with that sassy little smirk of his." Karkat chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Back then, he'd roll his eyes and scoff at the very idea of being with a man. 'I'm straight, dude,' he'd say, his voice dripping with that false bravado he's so good at. It was almost cute, really." Karkat's grin widens, his gaze never leaving the camera as he recalls the past. "But now, look at him. Just look at him. He's a total cocksucking slut, begging for it like a good little whore. It's hilarious, really. The transformation is complete."
Dave's body tenses at Karkat's words, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He tries to speak, to protest, but his voice is nothing more than a faint whisper, lost in the rustling of the sheets and the distant hum of traffic outside.
Karkat's hand rests on Dave's chest, the weight of it comforting, but the touch is electric, sparking against Dave's sensitized skin. "Look at him now," Karkat narrates to the camera, his voice soft and intimate, as if he's sharing a secret. " He's a shy little whore, isn't he? Can't say no, can't stop himself from begging for it." Karkat's fingers trace the edge of Dave's hole, teasing it, making it clench and unclench with need. Dave whimpers, his hips bucking up to meet Karkat's touch. "See how responsive he is?" Karkat narrates to the camera, his voice a low, intimate purr as he continues to tease Dave's hole. "Watch this", Karkat pushes his cock back into Dave, filling him completely in one slow, deliberate thrust.
The camera is trained on Dave's face, capturing the moment his eyes roll back, his lips parting in a silent cry of ecstasy as he feels Karkat fill him. His body tenses, his back arching off the bed as he adjusts to the sudden intrusion. Karkat smirks, his eyes never leaving the camera as he begins to move, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding in and out of Dave's hole with brutal efficiency. Dave's eyes flicker open, his pupils dilated. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving with each inhale. The camera captures every detail - the flush in his cheeks, the sweat glistening on his brow, the desperate, needy look in his eyes.
Karkat's voice, low and intimate, continues its narrative for the camera. "Look at him, cockdrunk. It's almost sweet, really. A straight boy, he claims, yet here he is, taking my cock like a good little slut. Look at the camera, angel. He's getting fucked, hard and deep, just like he always wanted. Isn't that right, Davey?"
Karkat taunts, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm as he thrusts into Dave's body. "You're still straight, aren't you? You're just taking my cock because
you can't help yourself, right?" Karkat says, his voice a low, taunting growl as he continues to fuck Dave, his hips slapping against Dave's ass with each brutal thrust.
Dave can't respond, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his body focused solely on the sensation of Karkat's cock filling him, stretching him wide. His nipples are still aching and sensitive, but now they're being ignored, his attention fully on the sensation of Karkat's cock inside him.
Karkat smirks, his gaze locked onto Dave's face as he watches him squirm and writhe beneath him.
"You know, I've often wondered," he says, his voice a low, taunting murmur, "what you'd even do with a girl. You've never had one, have you?"
Dave's eyes fly open at Karkat's words, his breath hitching in his chest. He tries to speak, to deny it, but Karkat cuts him off with a sharp thrust of his hips.
"Don't lie to me, baby boy," Karkat growls, his voice a low rumble. "I know you've never been with a woman. You're a virgin, aren't you? A cock-loving, pussy-virgin slut.
The words echo in Dave's mind, a taunting, mocking chant that spurs him on, drives him to move against Karkat's cock with desperate, frantic thrusts. Karkat's hips snap forward, his cock pounding into Dave with brutal force, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the air like a primal, angry drumbeat. Dave's body is slick with sweat, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each punishing thrust, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
"Fuck, Karkat," he moans, the words torn from his throat, a plea and a curse all in one.
He can't think, can't formulate a response, can't even process what Karkat is saying to him. All he knows is the feel of Karkat's cock inside him, the brutal, punishing rhythm of his hips, the way his body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more.
Karkat chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down Dave's spine. "What's that, baby boy? You can't think of an answer? You can't even imagine what you'd do with a woman? My boy, fucked dumb. A pathetic, little cockslut who can't get enough of dick. You think some little girl is going to make you feel like this? You think she's going to fuck you like I do?" Karkat asks, his voice a low growl as he continues to pound into Dave with brutal force.
Dave's eyes widen at Karkat's words, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He can't respond, can't deny it, not with Karkat's cock buried deep inside him, not with his body aching and needy, desperate for more.
"You think she's going to stretch you open like this, like you need? Like you crave?" Karkat continues, his voice a low, taunting drawl.
"You're lucky I found you, Davey. You might have ended up married to some woman, disappointing her once a week for life."
Karkat's voice is low and taunting, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he continues to pound into Dave. His hips snap forward, his cock slamming into Dave with brutal force. Dave's breath hitches in his chest, his body tensing as Karkat's words register. "Or maybe you'd finally figure out what your body's been craving all along, and you'd find your way to a glory hole. You'd waste your days away sucking cock after cock, until some pimp finally noticed your eagerness and started selling you out."
Dave's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He tries to protest, but the words die in his throat, choked off by the harsh, relentless rhythm of Karkat's hips.
"You're my little bottom bitch, aren't you, Davey?" Karkat growls, his voice thick with lust and possession. "My cockslut, my little fucktoy. Your body knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?"
The words send a jolt of pleasure-pain through Dave, his body clenching around Karkat's cock as if it were a fist, gripping and milking him. He can't hold back any longer, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, his cock pulsing as he cums, his body convulsing and shuddering as he rides out the intensity. His cry fills the room, a raw, primal sound that echoes off the walls, a testament to his surrender.
But Karkat doesn't stop, not even for a moment. He keeps pounding into Dave, his hips snapping forward with relentless force, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure-pain through Dave's body. The camera is still trained on Dave's face, capturing every detail—the flush in his cheeks, the sweat glistening on his brow, the desperate, dazed look in his eyes.
"Look at him," Karkat growls to the camera, his voice a low, intimate purr as he continues to fuck Dave with brutal efficiency. "Look at how his body betrays him, how his cock squirts without permission. He thinks it's over, but it's never over with me. Look at him, all spent and exhausted, his body still hungry for more."
Karkat's eyes never leave the camera, his voice a steady, hypnotic murmur as he continues to fuck Dave, his hips snapping forward with each punishing thrust. "See how his body responds to mine, how it obeys my commands? It knows it's not done, not until I say so. It knows who's in control here, who calls the shots."
Dave's body is limp, his muscles lax and sated, but still Karkat's cock fills him, still Karkat's hips move against his, still the camera watches, relentless and unblinking.
His moans have become whimpers, his breath coming in short, weak gasps. He's totally fucked out, his body a limp, twitching mess as Karkat uses him for his pleasure.
Karkat's fingers play with Dave's nipples, pinching and rolling, making Dave whimper and squirm. "Such a good little cockslut, taking everything I give you, even when you're tired".
Karkat coos, his fingers rolling Dave's nipples between them, twisting and pulling just enough to make Dave's back arch slightly off the bed. A small, pathetic whine escapes Dave's lips, his breath coming in short, weak gasps. His jaw hangs slack, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. Karkat's voice is a steady, soothing murmur, like a lullaby for a child, but the words are anything but innocent. "Do you see that, camera?" he asks, his gaze flicking to the lens, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "He's barely conscious, but his body still responds to me.
Look at that tongue, so eager, so ready. I think I'll come in his mouth today," Karkat muses, his voice a low, intimate purr as he gazes into the camera, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He pulls his cock out of Dave, making Dave whimper in protest, his body aching and needy for more. Karkat chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he moves to kneel over Dave's face, his cock dangling just above his lips.
"Open wide, pet," Karkat commands, his voice a low growl as he grips Dave's hair, forcing his head back. Dave obeys without question, his lips parting to allow Karkat's cock to slide into his mouth. Karkat groans, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into Dave's throat.
Dave instinctively kisses and licks at the shaft, his tongue swirling around the head, unable to resist the taste of Karkat. He's lost in the moment, unaware of how he looks, how desperate and needy he seems.
"Look at him, camera," Karkat taunts, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he watches Dave's head bob up and down. "Remember when he was still trying to convince himself he was straight? He thought he was just doing me a favor, you know. I waved my cock in his face, and he just opened up like a good little bitch." Karkat chuckles, a low, wicked sound.
He tightens his grip on Dave's hair, forcing his head back further, and thrusts deeper into his mouth. Dave moans around Karkat's cock, the vibrations sending a shiver down Karkat's spine. His eyes roll back, his body trembling with pleasure as he watches Dave's face contort with effort, his lips stretched wide around his cock.
Dave's throat muscles work, his tongue licking and sucking as he struggles to take more, to please Karkat. He wants to be a good boy, to make Karkat proud. He wants Karkat to be happy with him, to think he's doing well.
Karkat smirks, his grip on Dave's hair tightening. "You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you, baby?" he growls, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into Dave's throat. Dave gags, his eyes watering, but he doesn't pull back.
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