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Dave wrenched his eyes shut when Karkat decided to attempt getting bendy with his dick, hissing slowly until his jaw loosened and he was just about to tell him off for it. Without barely getting the word ‘Don’t—’ out of his mouth, the troll had stopped and returned to something a hell of a lot more normal and ten times better in the pleasure department. So he shut up and moaned through his teeth instead.

The thumb he’d pressed into him continued along the inner edges of his nook, settling there practically still when Karkat tensed and relaxed from the inside out. The texture was different, aside from being as wet as he’d commented on already, so all he was really doing was swiping the pad of his finger from side to side until he heard him and opened his eyes, leaning away from his face to look at him.

“Yeah?” he said, and kind of melted again now that the other’s one hand was back around him, arching his back and rocking forward so his hips pushed up into his hand. “Yeaaah,” he said again, drawing the word out as it merged into a moan and he was kissing him again, feeling that same sort of vibration of noise traveling down his throat.

Still, he wanted to damage Karkat, to make him bruise and bleed just for the reaction he got out of it. The way he tightened and recoiled in pain, the creases it drew into his face, the noises he made. Karkat made him angry, and even though he wasn’t doing it so much at the moment, the surge of energy that wanting to strife the hell out of him gave him still lingered pretty strongly in the pit of his stomach. Right where the pleasure pooled and stirred in his abdomen that was also a product of feelings the troll was influencing him with.

His free hand came up and closed around the base of Karkat’s throat just as he bit at his tongue in response to the other’s teeth on his own. The grip wasn’t tight enough to stop him from breathing altogether, it was just enough to cause him some significant discomfort. Dave gripped his neck firmly and pulled back, just so he could tug harshly and pull Karkat’s face back to his own and launch back into the kiss with a heavy bite into his bottom lip. He sunk his teeth down, grinding them into his flesh to break the skin. Pulling away once he was successful was pointless, so he just went to deepen the kiss after that, besides. He could always just spit the mouthful of blood all over his desk again if he needed to. The troll would have fun cleaning that up.

On the other hand, quite literally, he took a moment to consider the troll’s request as his fingers curled with his bulge, getting them all wet as they were dragged to his nook. Dave hesitated in thought, then half-sneered against his lips as he lined up no less than three fingers and pushed them into him in one go. He had asked for it, and any pain that he caused by doing this could be fixed. The intention was to fix it, but he definately wanted it to hurt him at first.

Karkat was warm, hot even, yeah, hot and slick and roomless around the index, middle, and ring finger he’d sunk down to his knuckles, as far as he could go. “How about that?” he breathed into his mouth, nearly tripping up on his words as his hips quivered and he loosened the hand around his throat enough so that he could still hold onto it, but wasn’t exactly digging his fingers in so painfully anymore. His fingers rocked back a little as he tried to semi-soothe him with the words “wait for it, relax, you’ll get what you want,” assuming that what he wanted was for it to feel good. So he started moving them again in the motion of a wave, rubbing up against the top wall and drawing along it as he pulled all three fingers back. Upon re-entering them, he was sweeping them in a circle from top to side to bottom to side, then back to the top and all around again in slow, deep thrusts. Shit, he didn’t know what or where would feel good, if trolls were anything like human girls in that aspect, so for now he just assumed everywhere inside him was sensitive and open to stimulation.

“Talk, dammit,” he groaned at him, keeping close so he could always be listening and feeling and breathing him in. “Tell me if that’s good, Karkat, what feels good,” and fuck. Yeah he used his first name again, shit. Shit.

To be honest though, he was more interested in this than anything else. Just feeling around his nook like this was enough to distract him from trying to kiss him, so he was just panting and palming around his throat half-heartedly, his eyes hazily settled on Karkat’s face.