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Dave thought Karkat really might regret that; legitimately daring him in his attempt to draw something like a scream out of him. Dares were serious fucking things. They were also the kind of thing most people were more than determined to succeed at. He rolled his eyes when the word left Karkat’s mouth, taking note and smirking in return.

Oh yeah, he’d mentioned the bucket thing. Fuck. Dave backturned the gears of his mind in order to pick up on that and respond. He frowned, an eyebrow raised, then fell back into a frown again. “I can see that,” and then “well, aren’t you going to need a bucket by the end of all this?” He was genuinely curious, but he was also leaning towards wanting to do this the right way, or whatever way was right for the troll. Partly to satisfy how long he’d spent wondering about it but mostly because he had a general idea and could only imagine why he would need something like a bucket to begin with. In that case, Dave didn’t want to end up covered and stained red or be walking around puddles of the stuff afterward.

“So don’t you have like your own personal little mini-bucket-o’-love stashed around here somewhere? Or captchalogued? ‘cos shit, you’re Karkat-sex fiend-Vantas, we all know you’re like a total babe-magnet and should always be prepared with a copious stash of mini-buckets in your wallet modus.”

Of course Karkat probably didn’t even know what a wallet was, but Dave had said it anyway, and was on the brink of laughter within a second of finishing that sentence. Back to the dare, though. That was definitely much more important.

Having Karkat under him like this was so overly rewarding, he actually attempted to stop himself from responding to the feeling for a minute. It didn’t work, it wasn’t going to work- he was all over and inside him in record timing. The hands around his horns tightened up and rubbed like it was the last chance he would get to do this. Basically mauling them, tangling his hair around his fingers at the same time. When his head started spinning he knew he had to do something to let all these sensations out, it was far too much and Dave was a groaning mess on top of Karkat, panting and desperate and more than a little flustered with this new overwhelming sensation. Karkat’s body was like heaven, whatever his ideal of it was.

“Vantas, you’re— you’re so fucking…,” he broke off as he shook his head, angling his head to press their lips together and murmur a low ‘fuckin’ perfect’ into the other’s mouth before kissing him distractedly.

Dave preoccupied himself with that dare again, trying to ignore the strangely arousing sensation of Karkat’s tentabulge writhing between them- he could feel the fucking thing in detail against his lower abdomen, which only caused him to press more of his body against Karkat’s, sinking more snugly against him into a near-perfect fit. One of his hands let go of his horn to move his arm down, hooking it under the troll’s knee, scraping his nails down the underside of his thigh and back up until he was gripping the back of it and pushing his leg back. Stretching his knee up towards his chest, like he was simply aiming to push his thigh back more. He stopped when Karkat’s leg was nearly pressed into his ribcage, and started curling his fingertips into his skin as he settled instantly into the pace he wanted.

Holding one of his legs up and apart, Dave’s kneecaps were numb against the floor as he drilled down into Karkat. He was holding his breath at first, then releasing it and panting against his neck where he had buried his face as he sorted out a rhythm. All rough and unsettling with no give, just sinking deep into him in blinding fury. Like he needed to break him, to make him come apart in his hands. 

As soon as he had the repetitively fast, hard jarring of his hips figured out, he lifted his head with his hair in his eyes and latched onto Karkat’s bottom lip, kind of half-sucking and biting down, moaning openly around his flesh and slurring a few curses at him. Fuck he was not going to last forever like this, shit it was way better than he’d imagined, and yes he had imagined fucking the troll before and he couldn’t believe he’d actually done that but ok, god dammit this was pure fucking bliss.