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Desiderata	By : grimreaperchibi Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 1782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
*Additional Disclaimer* Please read with caution. This fic is tagged as Xeno for a reason. A complete definition of terms and practices can be found here: grimreaperchibi.tumblr.com/post/50076499276/xenobiology -- consult this list if you have any questions about who's sticking what where. There is also two acts of oral sex performed in this chapter.
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After a couple fights that nearly terminated their newly established matespritship, they managed to reach a compromise that suited Karkat’s paranoia, stalled Sollux’s trepidation, and soothed the instinctive need all mates felt to protect one another. Since he was the one able to come and go the most freely, Sollux would alternate weeks, spending one with Karkat and the next at his own hivestem. He was allowed to fly in, but return trips were done via train to allow Karkat to accompany him. The redblood would then spend a full cycle in the city before returning to his hive for the remainder of the week. Since Gamzee’s safety depended upon secrecy, they chose not to make their declaration public knowledge. (Aradia made the connection without having to be told, something Karkat had been very irate about until she pointed out she’d known long before either of them seemed to and promised to keep it to herself.) For the times when Karkat was away, they synced the equipment monitoring the comatose purpleblood to Karkat’s phone, allowing him to check in whenever he pleased. For Sollux’s own piece of mind, the front door was also replaced and a security system was installed.
Even though they had gone about it in a spectacularly backwards fashion—declaring interest, committing, and then courting—there was something soothing about fumbling through it all together. The limitations were only awkward and chaffing until the whole act became routine, and there were definitely enough perks to keep them going even when it seemed smarter to stop. Such as being greeted with a kiss instead of a stare when Sollux showed up, or the simple joy of being able to hold Karkat close. And, of course, those tentative steps towards all the other things that divided flushed feelings from pale ones. Despite being primed for more, things remained slow and easy, helpfully restricted by Karkat’s inexperience and Sollux’s reluctance to push. All they did for several perigrees was innocent touching; holding hands, couch cuddling, leaning against each other even as they went through separate routines. That lasted until the night, mid-romcom, Karkat purposefully shifted so that he was straddling Sollux’s lap and admitted he wanted to kiss, but wasn’t sure how.
For someone who’d never managed to hold onto a flush-crush long enough to do something with it, Karkat was an amazing kisser. Not overbearing, not completely yielding, shy, yet willing to please. It was endearing that he didn’t know what to do with his hands while they kissed, sometimes kneading at Sollux’s shoulders, sometimes just anchored in the cloth of his shirt. The best times were when they slid through his hair, catching and holding onto his horns while they attempted to see who could shove their tongue further down the other’s throat. Sollux himself kept his hands in relatively neutral territory until his think-pan clouded over with hormones. Then his fingers were quite eager to search out all the places that would make Karkat moan, trill, and keen (kneading at the base of his skull, skimming over his grubscars, and clawing up or down his spine respectively). Almost every night after that ended the same way, one mate in the other’s lap, first just kissing, then touching, then losing clothes and marking skin. Teeth never got further than necklines. The only thing either of them ever lost was a shirt. Any sort of physical release was found alone. It didn’t matter to Sollux because he already had more than he could have hoped for.
In the half sweep since his awkward confession of flushed feelings and the handful of perigrees less of being something close to intimate, Sollux’s resistance had eroded away under the affection and reassurance. Or maybe subverted was a better term. In the brightest hours of the day, when insomnia ran rampant in conjuncture with a downswing, he was still utterly terrified of adding another name to his list of failures. Even when he was at his happiest, the thought of what will I do when this ends? slunk around the back of his mind. The steady amount of affirmation on Karkat’s behalf made those thoughts easier and easier to ignore, though he still lived in fear of wanting more and ruining what he already had. Gradually, however, that proved to not be the case. The steady increase of attention stalled out, as Karkat shied away from anything more. Then he realized he didn’t want his mate to leave his lap. He didn’t want to make the awkward trip to the abulation trap to find release alone. Somehow, all he really felt was an insistent ache, like he was craving something. He wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t even all that confused; there was simply a step he needed to make so that things could once again move forward. A step that for the life of him, he couldn’t identify, so he couldn’t quell the feeling.
His brain finally figured out what his body had been trying to tell him for a least two perigrees when Karkat released a stuttering groan as he moved to break that night’s make-out session. The sound, coupled with the tart taste lingering on his tongue and the hot press of another body against his focused Sollux’s thoughts down so quickly on that elusive answer, he felt dizzy despite his newfound clarity.
“Fill a bucket with me?” he asked, breathless. He almost regretted asking when Karkat pulled further away to look at him, but the words spilled out now that they had been given voice, forcing him to forge on instead. “You can take me first if it would make you feel better. Or I can do everything; whichever you want. Please, just… Don’t make me finish alone. You don’t even have to touch me, just stay. Please, stay…” He whined into the mouth suddenly attached to his, though if it was because of the heavy tongue that forced its way in as well or the hard grind of one partially clothed bulge against another was uncertain. Somewhere between fingering grubscars and sucking at one another’s necks, their pants had been opened to relieve some of the pressure caused by increasingly interested bulges. His hands slipped possessively across his mate’s sides in response, then up across the nicely muscled back, dragging his claws all the while. Karkat moaned in response, pressing even closer.
“KK…” Sollux panted when his lips where his own again, still waiting for an answer.
“Shoosh. You’re babbling.” Karkat kissed him with maddening intensity once more before pulling back competely. This time, he got to his wobbling legs and offered Sollux a hand up. The hand was stared at without comprehension. “My first pailing experience isn’t going to be on a goddamn couch,” was the Karkat-being-patient explanation. “And I’m not ruining this one with genetic material; I just finished paying for it.”
Oh. Sollux took the proffered help and was pulled to his equally unsteady feet. Instead of releasing his hold, Karkat shifted it, entwining their fingers tightly before starting for the stairs. It was nearly impossible to tell since their make-out session had left them both flushed, but it seemed like Karkat’s had gotten a touch darker for the action. A rush of warm, possessive pity shot through Sollux as he trailed behind his mate, giddily high on hormones as much as he was on sheer elation. It made him feel brave and reckless, enough that he didn’t even take a cursory glance at the room he was lead to. He simply pushed the other against the nearby wall and started kissing him again.
There was a startled noise from Karkat, but it turned pleased when devoured by the kiss. His mouth opened easily to Sollux’s invading tongue, fought back, invaded in turn as his arms twined around the other’s neck, one hand buried into hair while the second kneaded down between shoulder blades. Their hips clicked back into sync. Every time Karkat’s claws dragged up his spine, Sollux moaned and returned the gesture, following the muscled contours of Karkat’s core until his fingers caught on the last bit of cloth separating them, eliciting a shiver that did all sorts of wonderful things to the possessive side of his nature. He was only half aware he was growling until it was challenged by another.
With the wall acting as leverage, Karkat pushed back, using his strength to not only move them further into the room, but also picking Sollux up just enough that he couldn’t set his feet against the movement. His back hit something with a confused huff. It was soft, and almost flat, and that was as far as the assessment went before Karkat crawled over the top of him. Another quick kiss was stolen before teeth settled on Sollux’s throat. His head tipped back with a heated noise, back arching slightly to further display the vulnerable spot. Karkat might have lacked an honest set of fangs, but his teeth were still sharp enough to pose a real threat. Having them resting over the already fluttering pulse point, digging in just hard enough to prove how easy it would be to puncture and rip, made Sollux trill sharply as everything between his hips loosened. Whether on purpose or by accident, Karkat’s response was to grind their bulges together. That was all it took to make Sollux stop thinking for the first time, one tension within him unraveling while another tightened further.
Karkat moaned in return, replacing teeth with a couple rough drags of his tongue. “Oh holy fuck,” he gasped, clearly overwhelmed with a mixture of humour, awe, and want. “You totally just came, didn’t you? You don’t even have you pants off yet and you…”
Sollux tried to glare. The effect was somewhat ruined by the fact he was still reeling from the rather abrupt orgasm. When said glare failed to stop his mate’s pleased-turning-manic snickering, he leaned up and started darkening one of the numerous bruises already collaring Karkat’s neck. The laughing turned into a hitching moan. Karkat threw his head back even as a hand shot up to hold Sollux to that spot. In the space of another breath, the other troll was trilling himself. It took nothing to flip their positions, never letting up the bruising pressure while they moved. Claws trailed down a heaving chest and stomach before finally slipping under the waistband of Karkat’s boxers. His writhing, wet, completely engorged bulge instantly latched onto the presented fingers, curling tight around two before pressing hard into the palm. One good squeeze was all it took for Karkat to go rigid and silent as fluid coated Sollux’s hand in time with the tiny pulses of the bulge itself.
Watching his mate come down from his high was fascinating. The hard lines that defined him and his space blurred as relaxing muscle melted. Harsh breaths evened out into a still-rough purr, his kiss-swollen lips ever so slightly turned up in a contented smile. It was possible to watch awareness wash over him, how his mind started to reconnect with higher thought processes, and when his eyes finally opened to look back, the bright red irises damn near glowed. For as hot as Karkat had been the first time Sollux had seen him in cool-down, before the quadrant bullshit and tiresome feelings had confused the issue of him helping a friend, this was even more so. The knowledge that it was completely his fault his mate looked like that had him grinning in smug satisfaction.
The attention immediately had Karkat blushing and defensive…as soon as he was aware enough to recognize it. His cheeks puffed out in indignation. “What the fuck are you grinning at, nook-licker? Are you just going to stare at me with that dumbass look your face all night or are you actually going to do something?”
Even if he hadn’t wanted a taste from the source of the scent that had been driving him crazy long before his fingers had become a sticky mess as well, Sollux probably would have used the insult for that purpose anyway. That, and the other totally deserved to squirm a bit for the comment about pants still being on. His grin only got wider as he leaned in. “Only if you let go of my hand first.”
“Let…” Confusion turned to flat out embarrassment in a heartbeat when Sollux wiggled his fingers. There was a furtive attempt to shift his hips away, but all Karkat really accomplished was rubbing himself harder against the hand doing nothing to help the process. In fact, Sollux made it a point to shift his grip so that he could stroke the still lazily writhing bulge while purposefully probing the sensitive slit it had emerged from. The response was something breathy and vaguely insulting as Karkat struggled to move both closer and further away. His hands kneaded their way to Sollux’s shoulders, where they clung like he was the last stable object in the universe. Pleasure finally won out over awkwardness as his hips found the counter rhythm to the touch. Again, Sollux found himself watching in enthrallment as Karkat moved, sighed, and let the rush build once more.
He could have brought his matesprit to his second plateau just by touching and been perfectly happy. Said matesprit had other ideas. There was a frustrated sound followed by Karkat pushing at him after only a handful of minutes. “Clothes off,” he snarled, already trying to pull the offending material from Sollux’s hips. A little wiggling, some inadvertent scratching, lots of swearing, the near miss of an elbow into a nose and a burst of psionics later, clothes were a forgotten memory. Sollux was pulled into another round of kissing that broke abruptly with a shudder when Karkat started stroking him in return. Or, at least, trying to. The two halves were over-eager for attention and kept tangling with fingers rather than sliding through them.
It didn’t matter that it was fumbling or slightly awkward, half sitting in each other’s laps, each of them with a hand shoved between the other’s legs and trying to rock into the touch while remaining as close as possible. The kissing quickly degraded into nipping at lips, if not blatantly just panting into one another’s mouths. Sollux’s head was absolutely swimming with the smell of his mate, overpowering and demanding now that there was nothing hindering it. He could taste it on the tongue that would every so often find its way into his mouth to swipe at his teeth. It came with a burst of salt when he returned the gesture. Heat flashed through his system in response to the sudden surge of prematerial spilling over his already slick fingers. Or maybe it was the way Karkat cried out, pressing his face into Sollux’s chest as claws scratched down his spine. Either way, his back arched with a cut-off cry in response, ensuring it wasn’t just sweat running down his thighs anymore.
The minor release cleared up his thoughts just enough to let him decide he wouldn’t be sidetracked again. Sollux kissed his mate back into the platform they were on before making a run down the length of his body. Karkat made a confused noise when his hand was pulled free from Sollux’s still interested bulge. He struggled upright, dazed, eyes unfocused, and beautifully flushed when Sollux moved to a better position and thus almost completely out of reach, whining softly in distress.
“No, shh…” Sollux stretched until he could kiss the other again, purring loudly until Karkat relaxed. “I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, voice quiet as he continued pressing kisses to the rest of his mate’s face and throat. “I just… Let me do this…it’ll feel good… Let me make you feel good, KK…”
The body under his shivered and eventually, Karkat nodded. But the hands now kneading out nervous tension in Sollux’s hair barely slowed. The yellowblood cursed himself eight kinds of an idiot—he’d gone too fast and the other hadn’t transitioned with him. Now the astringent-sweet smell had a sour edge to it, something that was starting to push the wrong buttons regardless of the ache sitting low in his belly. It did, however, give him a better idea on how to soothe his mate and get the right idea across.
“KK,” he breathed, nuzzling their cheeks together. “KK, watch.” He leaned back and waited just long enough to see Karkat open his eyes. Then Sollux brought the hand dripping with the other troll’s prematerial up and deliberately licked the faintly red liquid away. Bright red eyes instantly widened. Karakt’s jaw went slack when the two halves of a bifurcated tongue showed their dexterity by wrapping around one of the digits. What finally smothered the sharp smell of fear with renewed arousal was the moan Sollux made as he flicked his tongue suggestively between two fingers.
This time when he made his move, he paid more attention. He lavished affection on Karkat’s collarbones and sternum and found a couple other spots where the bruising pressure of lips and a tongue were appreciated. He also discovered that several places that were ticklish to touch were equally sensitive to kisses. Mutliple times, he could taste himself on his mate’s skin, though he didn’t know if it was sweat or prematerial and failed to care because it only made Karkat taste better to him. When he finally settled between willingly spread legs, Sollux had decided on how to make up for scaring his mate. He bought some time by once more palming the writhing bulge shining with translucent red prematerial. It didn’t have Sollux’s girth or desire to twist itself into knots, but it was longer, so it was a bit harder to judge appropriate lengths. The risk was what made his idea exciting, but he’d already screwed this up once. There was no need for a second performance. Several good, full-length strokes gave him the placement for his hand. He tightened his grip, smirked at his mate’s questioning look, then leaned forward to let his tongue entwine with the bulge tip.
The sound Karkat made had Sollux curling his toes in pleasure. Too vocal to be a growl, yet edged with a rough rumble that kept it from being a moan, either. The thought power required to figure it out (and how to make it again) was already designated for making sure sharp teeth didn’t injure the softest part of a troll’s body. It was a little extreme for first timers, but there was zero tension in Karkat, and that made Sollux brave enough to draw the tip into his mouth, seal his lips around it, and suck. That noise was definitely a keen and its pitch increased a little more every time Sollux repeated the action.
As it became harder to keep a secure grip, the thought of using his psionics came and went. Yes, gripping the length now actively trying to push further into his mouth would be easier that way, not to mention it would free both of his hands to pursue other things, but Sollux wanted to be the one touching his mate. Even if the energy did come from him, it wasn’t the same. Maybe another time, if Karkat asked for it, or they flipped to black. So he finally conceded the bulge sucking when his grip threatened to completely give way, shifting so that he could lick a path down to his ultimate goal. His tongue slid over the bumps and explored the ridges that made Karkat’s bulge as unique as his blood colour, trying to memorize what felt better where and utterly failing to not imagine what it would feel like coiled inside him.
The rumbling moan came back with the first true lick across Karkat’s nook. After the second, hands wrapped around the larger set of his twined horns and tugged him closer. Then Sollux promptly forgot how to think all together. He pushed his tongue in as far is as he could manage, dragging it across the thin membrane that separated the bulge from the rest of the nook before pressing back in. Over and over again, regardless of the ache spreading through his jaw, or the lightheadedness that meant he wasn’t getting enough air. The entire world focused down to the sole tasks of eliciting those hiccupping keens and seeing exactly how close he could get to licking the source of the intoxicating ambrosia that was his mate’s prematerial. He was vaguely aware when the bulge his hand had kept occupied once more coiled tight, felt claws rake through his hair before he was forcefully pulled up and away. He was tempted to dive back down as soon as the grip slackened, but Karkat had already plateaued out again, making what had been pleasurable before too much to handle now. Sollux stroked a trembling thigh as he waited through the aftershocks, wiping the errant prematerial from his face and licking his hand clean in the mean time because somehow, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Later, he would be concerned about how quickly, and completely, he’d been overwhelmed by his mate’s scent. Right now, however, Sollux firmly didn’t care about anything that wasn’t Karkat. He was beyond such concerns, or rational thought, and the fear either condition could bring. All that mattered was that when he growled this time, Karkat trilled his acceptance back.
That sound overfilled something. Sollux could feel it in his chest, burning as it moved through his veins like the psionic energy when it ran along his nerves. It connected every part of him together, from the tips of his horns to the bottoms of his feet. And when he moved, it connected him to Karkat as their bulges began to coil and slip around each other. The first touch was electric, making them both arch and moan. They couldn’t even manage to stay still long enough after that for the sharp edge to wear off, rutting against one another in a long, languid movements. It seemed like every contour on Karkat’s bulge was designed to deal with the split mess of Sollux’s. In specific, the one ridge that found its place against the base of the bifurcation. It pressed and rubbed with each movement they made, steadily making the ache inside Sollux worse until it felt like something would break if it wasn’t eased. This time, the minor release didn’t help anything, only emphasised how empty he felt, a condition he apparently didn’t suffer with alone.
There was no memory of moving. In one instance, Sollux was leaning over Karkat, losing what was left of his thought processes as their movements picked up speed. The next, he was sitting upright with his matesprit in his lap, his bulge twisting itself back together before it pushed into the dripping heat of Karkat’s nook. They both shuddered, panting hard as the sensation assaulted them until Karkat had taken all that he could and settled. It was everything and nothing like what Sollux had thought it would feel like—the pressure, the heat, how he could feel each pulse of Karkat’s blood-pusher and the tense-relax-tense of muscles trying to accommodate the intrusion. How every part of him screamed to move while instinct itself kept him still. They stayed like that for what felt like a small eternity. And then finally, finally, he felt his mate’s bulge twist around the base of his in search of his nook. He clung tightly to Karkat, warbling obscenely as the length slid into him, encountering no resistance along the way, fulfilling and enflaming the ache there.
The obnoxious part of his mind noted that maybe calling it a flush was more practical than philosophical. He and Karkat were pressed together in every way possible: forehead to forehead, chest to chest, hip to hip, and nearly nook to nook, holding each other as tight as they could in an attempt to become even more integrated than they were. Then it kindly disappeared, allowing him to enjoy the spike of white pleasure that shot through as the bulge inside him shifted and pressed against his shame globes. Sollux moaned thickly, automatically moving to try and feel it again. This made him shift inside Karkat to a similar effect. After that, it was just need and words that became mantras as they rocked against each other, striving for that last fulfillment.
Teeth found Soullx’s shoulder as the heat around him rippled, then poured into him. The unexpected pain coupled with the incredible pressure brought Sollux to his own screaming release. Then the searing heat was gone, leaving only embers behind as they collapsed against the other. They nuzzled and chirped at one another through the afterglow, returning to the soft kisses that had started the whole affair, petting damp skin and brushing aside limp hair while reality reordered itself around them. Karkat was the one to sigh and stretch first, breaking the sweat-induced suction between them, as well as remind them of the now slightly uncomfortable secondary pressure further down. Sollux, however, was the one who asked the important question.
“Was one of us smart enough to actually bring a bucket?”
“Why would either of us be that smart? Karkat replied tiredly. “There’s one buried in the closet, actually. Not that it does us much good there, but it does exist.”
The psionics were far more energetic than Sollux felt like being. The first attempt nearly ripped the closet doors out of their tracks. When he tried to scale them back, the doors didn’t move at all. After several iterations of too much or too little, he had to give in and physically guide the power in the manner he wanted. His hand shook like crazy as he pushed objects around until he finally came across what he was looking for. He nearly sent it though a wall when Karkat, apparently bored with waiting, started licking at the actual bite he’d left earlier. A little shifting got the bucket wedged into a position where it wouldn’t easily tip. Karkat kept licking at the wound he’d made and Sollux tucked his face into his mate’s neck in return, pressing random kisses to the skin there. With a deep breath and a shuddering sigh, their bodies relaxed, allowing their bulges to start retracting and the genetic material to drain.
Higher thought function returned almost as quickly, but the warm exhaustion left behind had them stretching out together rather than back on their feet. While Karkat moved their pail to the floor, Sollux looked over his new scar-in-waiting—deep enough to bleed, but no tearing, nothing missing. It overlapped with the scars left over from the time pain had made Karkat lash out involuntarily. It seemed appropriate that it was now augmented by an equally involuntary gesture made in a fit of pure passion. Sollux still felt the need to tease his mate about it. “Jeez, KK. You have something against my shoulder or what?”
“Only because I didn’t want to screech in your aural sponge so loudly you went partially deaf, unlike some asshole I know.” He nuzzled absently as he curled close, the ever-odd rumble of a purr still echoing through his chest. “…It was pretty hot to hear you scream my name like that, though. I think that’s the first time you’ve actually called me Karkat since we met. Oh, and remind me to write some angry emails tomorrow; there’s a lot of authors out there that don’t have a fucking clue what it’s like to have your mate’s tongue shoved that far into you, let alone any other act of matesprit amative interaction.”
Sollux snickered. “Is that your way of saying I was better than your books? I don’t know whether to be flattered or horrified. What the fuck have you been reading?”
“God, yes, you were a thousand times better. Remember to take oxygen with you; I’d hate for you to pass out and fall off your high horse so far up.” Karkat kissed him, long and soft, taking the bite out of his words. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask. I was beginning to think you never would.”
Whatever comment Sollux was going to make next was lost when that statement fully processed. “Wait, what? You were the one who stalled out. If you wanted more, why didn’t you just keep going?”
“Because it a little thing called being sensitive to other’s emotions.” Karkat sighed as he rolled away a bit, frowning in frustration and refusing to look at Sollux. “Fucking hell… Look what it took to get you to admit you even felt flushed in the first place towards me. All because you had it stuck in your thick pan that it was better one way than another.” His eyes were tinged with tears when he looked back. “So yeah, I could have pressed. But would it have been my name you screamed when you released? Would I have been the one with you in your head? It’s bad enough my inexperienced ass has to come after the fucking Empress when it comes to pailing; why should I give her any more of my mate than I already have to?”
It took a minute for Sollux to decide whether he wanted to be flattered that his mate had been willing to give him the time he obviously had needed to be comfortable with matespritship again, pity the fool for thinking he had to live up to someone else’s standards, or annoyed that this was the first time ehwas hearing these concerns. He found that the answer was actually none of the above. All he wanted was for those shiny eyes to glow again.
“Okay, first, you know feelings and I get along as well as water and oil. We have a mutual hate agreement that needs to get renewed every so often because I’m a moron who can’t deal with them. Secondly, everything that just happened was a first for me, too. FF and I never pailed.” He rolled his eyes at the incredulous look he was given. “Oh come on, KK. Just because I was old enough on the meteor to know I had a bulge and wanted to do something with it doesn’t mean she was. Yeah, she got me off a couple times with a handjob, but she never smelled like she was really into it, and certainly never came close to making me want like you do in return. And three, the only thing you have to share with her is the fact that you both fell for the Captor Charm.” He sighed and pulled Karkat close, nuzzling against his temple and rubbing their horns together.”I skipped right past announcement and courting to claim you as a matesprit. Doesn’t that say anything about how serious I am about you?”
“Yeah, it does.” Karkat relaxed, nuzzling back. “Just remember it’s a two way street, you pitiful wreck.”
“If I ever forget, I’m sure you’ll remind me,” Sollux grinned.
“Damn straight I will.” There was another kiss, back to the slow, shyly sweet type they had started with. “I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear it,” he murmured, pressing close. Sollux gathered his mate in his arms, returning everything that was being given. The hesitation was gone, as was the urgency fueled by uncertainty. All that was left was mutual pity and trust.
None of them had really understood what winning The Game meant. There had never been a happy ending waiting for any of them; they’d only been given what they needed in order to make this new place a home. And while the original ordeal was well and truly over, that didn’t mean anything had stopped. They were alive. They were free to live, to make their own places and choices and consequences. To find their own happy ending instead of one that had been encoded for them en masse. And when Karkat slid over the top of him, once more hot and wanting, Sollux could honestly say he was looking forward to the experience.
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The End.
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A/N: There is a bonus!scene located on my tumblr site: grimreaperchibi.tumblr.com/post/57131000734/desiderata-bonus-scene
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