Might as well start this blog off with a bang.

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So as thanks, here’s a short little porny ficlet that I had already written so I’ll leave it here.

Series: Homestuck

Characters: Dave, Tavros

Rating: R

Warnings: Sexy times (although only vaguely described), swearing, aged up, established-ish relationship, similar universe to TIOBM. Also, it seems by just referring to purple prose in the fic, I ended up writing purple prose. Apologies.

Summary: In which Tavros is fascinated by Dave’s nipples and Dave loses his cool.

                “Fuck, you done yet?” It came out rough between near silent pants without any real bite behind it. Dave was going to have to work on that.

                Tavros did not reply, but instead just continued to lick and manhandle Dave’s nipples like they were his favorite playthings. And, really, they might as well be with how lenient the young man was with letting the troll play with them to his heart’s content. They had never been all that sensitive, so all the attention and worshipping they received was more for Tavros’ sexual pleasure than his.

                Although it would be a flat out lie to say that Dave did not enjoy it. In fact, if he were to wax purple prose about it, and was honest in the endeavor, he reveled in it.

                The jolts of physical pleasure were minimal; little blips on the larger scheme of hedonistic rewards derived from hips sliding against hips and occasionally grinding together and fuck if that did not make him choke back a low groan. But the sight and sensation of Tavros being so absolutely fascinated and enthralled with Dave’s body wound him up tighter than he could honestly express. For once in his life and afterlife, words failed him. Tavros’ eager attention made it hard to not toss aside pretenses of dignity and cooldudehood and just let go completely to drown in this ridiculous affair they had created between the two of them.

                But Dave managed to hang on, as he always did. His hair would fall out of place and his face would flush, and gog if he did not look thoroughly fucked by the time they would be done. But never, not once, would he let it out for the world to hear.

                Instead, when the time came that his walls of ill rhymes and perfected poker faces were crumbling and threatening to flood the world with the writhing mess that curled and twisted inside, Dave would find some other way to muffle and subdue it.

                “Christ, stop that and just get up here,” Dave gasped out, grabbing Tavros by the horns and practically yanking the troll’s head up to be level with his own. Tavros would smile that stupid smile of his before Dave devoured it with his lips. Kissing was left in the young man’s hands as there was no need for sharp troll teeth accidentally scratching and drawing blood. All lips and tongues and Dave’s grip on the solid horns twisting and clenching, keeping Tavros in place, keeping his mouth tight to his own, sealing their lips together and filling the space with wet heat—

                When Dave gave in, it was with his eyes shut tight behind his shades and all his shameful noises muffled and hidden in Tavros’ mouth. Not once did his hands let go from where they fastened around his horns, refusing the troll the chance to pull away, to watch and hear him like that. Dave was not ready for that yet.

                Thankfully, Tavros did not force the matter, even though Dave was certain that by now he had figured it out. No doubt it was because the troll had his own wantonness that he let loose at that moment, smothered between lips where Dave could not hear it, could not comment on it, could not judge it.

                Perhaps someday the pair would be able to share that moment with each other. But, for now, it was a secret that both knew existed but never commented on.

                For now, Dave would keep secret how he loved to have Tavros worship his body.