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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Dave_Strider, Rose_Lalonde, other_characters_are_implied_but
  Additional Tags:
      Implied/Referenced_Character_Death, Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Dorks, Cuties,
      Grief/Mourning, (bc_john_remembering_dave's_death), Scars, don't_let_this
      stuff_scare_you_away_it's_not_very_long, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex,
      Post-Sburb, Post-Sburb/Sgrub, Post-SBurb_AU
  Series:
      Part 2 of A_Second_Chance
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-13 Words: 4563
****** He's Yours ******
by kstrumpets
Summary
     This is Dave's promise — he isn't leaving you, and he's making it
     clear that you belong to him and he belongs to you.
Notes
     this was going to be two parts, but i wanted to just mark this as
     done, heh,,
     hey, i can always add the second chapter anyway
     this takes place a week after chapter 3 of the full story. i don't
     think you need to read it to understand, but it's super fluffy so
     it's worth the time i promise
See the end of the work for more notes
Your name is John Egbert, and you're sure you can get used to the new life in
your new universe.
It's been a week since the Game ended, and you're laying on your bed with Dave.
It turns out when the Space players made the new universe, they created as many
details as they could so it feels homey to everyone — and that included Dave's
and your room.
It's the perfect size and it has a setup that suits both you and Dave: you have
your piano again, and it's sitting near Dave's turntables; there's a large
flat-screen television with a few gaming systems connected; and (of course) a
nice DVD player to go with the restored and large collection of your movies,
which are still unrelentingly harassed by Dave. (You just retaliate by mocking
his raps just like usual.)
(There's no way you'd admit you actually love Dave's raps — more because of his
voice, thank you very much — as long as he's in denial of your outstanding
movie tastes.)
About a day after everyone got settled in the new home, Rose came to you and
admitted she knew everyone who died during the Game would be revived after
winning and you tried not to get angry at her. You demanded why she didn't tell
you while you were busy freaking the fuck out over Dave's death and she told
you your reaction of his return wouldn't have been as honest as it was, and you
shrugged, understanding. You didn't question her further. You were just
grateful Dave is alive and that you're officially boyfriends. You still get
hysterical over the thought that yes, you're dating your best friend, who
you're also really badly in love with.
Anyway, you and Dave are cuddling on your bed — you were excited to find out he
unironically loves cuddling as much as you, even if he still denies it if
anyone else is nearby — and you shift a little so you can look into Dave's eyes
(you made a rule that his shades are forbidden in your room and he makes sure
the room is dark enough for him to be comfortable with his photophobic eyes)
and he smiles at you.
Even though you've seen it numerous times since the end of the Game, Dave's
smile still makes your heart flutter every time you see it, and you grin before
you kiss him. He doesn't take long to kiss back, and you move one arm from
around Dave's shoulders to tangle your fingers in his hair. You shift even more
so you're nearly sitting on his lap so you're both a little more comfortable.
You continue the kiss for a while, then Dave brushes his tongue against your
lips, and you take a second before you respond and grant him entrance. You
flick your tongue out to meet Dave's as it protrudes your lips and you melt at
the contact. He roams through your mouth, and you can't suppress a faint noise
of approval at the feeling of the soft (yet strong), moist muscle making as
much contact within the dark cavern that is your mouth as it can.
You start to push your tongue against Dave's and suck on his, and you're
answered with a faint groan that makes this amazing tingle run down your spine.
You continue this for a bit until you both have to breathe.
"Damn, John, are you sure you're not a Thief of Breath? 'Cause you take my
breath away, babe."
You laugh, roll your eyes, and shove Dave good-naturedly while he snickers. You
both take a minute to laugh at his terrible pun/pick-up line before he stops,
his smile softens, and he lightly runs a hand along your side. You offer a
small shiver.
Without saying anything, Dave lowers his head and questioningly hovers over
your neck, and you answer by tipping your head to expose more skin. He lightly
brushes his lips over you — your breath hitches in response — before he starts
peppering kisses along your neck and you feel like everywhere Dave's lips touch
leave behind a pleasant, near-burning sensation. He trails upward and along
your jaw, and you gasp lightly when he reaches an apparently extremely
sensitive spot under your ear.
Dave smirks against your skin and raises an eyebrow at you, and you start to
chew on your bottom lip. He brushes his tongue there, and you can't suppress a
small moan.
"Shit!"
He stops teasing you after another moment and nips at that same spot, and when
he earns another satisfactory noise, he does it again — harder, and he even
starts to suck. You get a little louder still.
Before Dave can do anything else, his phone goes off to signal someone
pestering him. It goes off a few more times, and the both of you know they
won't stop that easily, and you relax again to read over Dave's shoulder.
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 21:54 --
TT: Hello, Dave.
TT: I thought it would be polite to interrupt now rather than later, so take
that into consideration before you flood me with your red text.
TT: It would also be much more favorable for both parties if I told you what
brought me to this interruption in the first place.
TG: first of all fuck you and your "formal" speech
TG: we both know youre just as fucked up as i am
You elbow Dave sharply. "You're not fucked up!"
TT: Yes, that is true.
TT: Anyway, I thought you two would appreciate to know that there's a bottle of
lubrication and an optional condom in your bedside table.
TT: Both simply serve as an enhancement for an even more enjoyable experience.
TG: can you say that any more politely
TG: just fucking say something like "to save SOME wellbeing of whoevers ass
gets pounded"
You snicker at Dave's wording.
TG: see john appreciates my genius
TT: Oh, is John reading over your shoulder?
TG: yes and if youre spying on us like the creep you are
TG: which you are if youre aware youre interrupting something
TG: youd know that
TG: instead of watching us for reference for your weird wizard porn fanfiction
just go get fucked by your vampire space lesbian with her weird-ass anatomy
TG: no wonder you love the chick so much she has a fuckin tentacle intended for
intimate purposes
You raise an eyebrow at him. "How would you know that?"
He scowls. "When Karkat was trying to educate me on their fucked up troll
romance, he also educated me on troll anatomy. No, not in that way. He just did
it like the fucked up sex-ed they force-feed us in school."
You shudder at the image.
TT: While that is an advantage to my intimate relationship with Kanaya, that
isn't the only reason I seek my courtship with her.
TG: yeah yeah i know
TG: but its still a reason isnt it
TG: dont hide it from me rose
TG: dfjhgsjfhslk
You promptly take Dave's phone from him and fix the text color so it's clear
that you grabbed the device before you start typing.
TG: rose stop encouraging dave to keep talking!
TG: i can't shut him up by kissing him online!
TT: Very well. I'll go let you two have your "fun."
TG: fuck you
TT: Isn't John already going to do that?
You snicker as Dave goes red and you swipe his phone again while he's off
guard.
TG: heheheheheheheh.
TT: Well, I'll let you two do that then.
TG: don't you mean, "do each other?" heheheh.
TT: That too.
TT: Remember your safe sex, boys!
TG: oh god now you sound like bro
TG: now that i think about it you are creepy like him
TG: i bet you put the lube and shit in the drawer too
TG: cause that is so something bro would pull just to fuck with my head
TT: You caught me.
TT: I hand my Seer powers down to this fateful Knight.
TG: fuck you and your snark
TG: and not in that way
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave. Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup."
TG: anyway johns whining now gotta go
TG: later
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --
TT: Have fun losing your virginities, you two.
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --
You make sure Dave turns off his phone and tosses it on the bedside before you
climb on top of your boyfriend and straddle his hips. He looks up at you with
wide eyes before you kiss him — a lot more passionately than the sweeter
previous ones — and you tangle your fingers in his hair. Dave eases into the
kiss immediately as you prod at his lips and they part to let your tongue roam
through his mouth.
You pull away sooner than either of you would like, but you make up for it to
dive for Dave's neck. You start nipping and sucking and licking, and he lets
out a surprised groan, and— Yup, you're definitely starting to get hard now.
Hot damn, you love the sound of Dave's voice in all forms (but especially when
you draw the music to your ears that is his groans from your beau).
After you leave a few prominent marks in places you know he can't cover up
easily — you want the world to know that Dave is yours — you take a moment to
shuck both of your shirts and you look over his torso.
This isn't the first time you've been shirtless around each other, but this is
different — more intimate.
He has a lot of scars, which doesn't surprise you, but what does is that
there's one right in his stomach that you didn't see before — right where you
took the dagger from when he sacrificed his life for you. Your breath hitches
and you can't help lifting a hand to run over the scar with gentle fingers —
you're afraid he'll die again — and you don't realize you're crying until Dave
wipes away your tears.
"Hey, no, shh, no crying. I'm still here, John. I'm okay." Dave's voice is soft
and comforting.
You let a single sob wrack through you before you meet Dave's warm, red gaze —
now tinted with concern. "You weren't, though."
He pulls you down again to hug you, and he rubs your back with gentle,
reassuring touches. You let a few more sobs shake through you before you
finally calm down and kiss Dave again, this time with love and fear.
You pull away after another moment, and he wipes away the last of your tears
and gently kisses both of your cheeks consecutively.
"Don't leave me again, Dave. Please. I can't lose you another time."
Dave smiles softly and reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere. We have all the
same powers in this new universe — including the immortality — and I'm not
gonna leave you."
You suck in a shaky breath before he slowly and gently urges you off him so you
two can switch positions, and he kisses you again with promise and passion
mixed in. You relax under Dave's care.
He doesn't urge the kiss any deeper until you tangle your fingers in his hair
again, and after you do, the kiss becomes open-mouthed and even more heated.
Your tongues mingle together and you move your hands to roam over Dave's back.
You feel the texture of more scars, and he shivers lightly from the touch.
Dave pulls back and starts to leave marks on your neck to match the ones on his
and you completely abandon the last of your grief to tip your head back and let
out a soft moan at the feeling — Dave's promising he isn't leaving you and
making it clear that you belong to him and he belongs to you. The thought is so
appealing that you arch your back as he bites onto your collarbone.
It doesn't take him much longer to get you panting, and you don't resist the
urge to cant your hips up into Dave's. Both of you are half-hard, and both of
you let out faint groans at the contact. He returns the gesture and soon you're
both grinding against one another.
Dave starts to work at your pants' button, and you slip your eyes closed and
smile contentedly. That ends, though, once the pressure that was building is
released and he palms you through your boxers. Your eyes pop back open as you
let out a groan. He looks smug (you silently promise to surprise that smugness
out of him) and he licks his lips slowly, and— Shit, that's hot.
As you recover from your slight daze of his action, Dave starts to pull down
your pants. You subconsciously lift your hips to help out, and soon your legs
are bare.
"Ghostbusters boxers?" He snickers.
"Wow, shut up." You sit up slightly to start working on his pants. "Seriously,
why do you wear such tight pants?"
"So my dick can suffocate when you give me a boner."
You snort (though you feel good with the thought that holy shit, you turn him
on), and you must be taking too long if Dave pushing your hands away to undo
his pants himself is anything to go by. He struggles out of the pants — you
snicker when he lets out a hiss of frustration because the pants are determined
to come off at the exact opposite speed Dave wants — and, finally, he shoves
them after yours on the floor.
"Wow, Doritos boxers. And you gave me a bad time about my underwear." Dave
shoves you in response.
You retaliate by initiating your surprise attack — when Dave thinks you're
about to shove him back, you instead palm him through his underwear. You grin
mischievously when he lets out a startled groan. Though your prankster's gambit
boosts a little, so does your boner.
"Shit, John, not fair."
"All's fair when you're dating the pranking master!"
Dave pouts at you, and you can't help but kiss him again. It's sloppy and
short, and you're both laughing even before you pull apart.
"More like the dorking master," he teases.
"Nooope. You are the dork. It is you."
"Jeez, I don't get why you're determined I'm a dork. I'm the—"
"Essence of a dork~" you interrupt in a singsong voice.
"—exact opposite of a dork, thank you very much."
"You're wearing Doritos underwear."
"It's both ironic and cool as shit, dude."
"Dorky."
Dave clearly runs out of arguments, because he kisses you again and pulls your
bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles — shit, that feels good. You let out a
quiet hum of pleasure, and he pulls away (much to your annoyance).
That dies away quickly, though — Dave reaches in your boxers and wraps his hand
around your dick. Fuck. You gasp slightly and put your hands on his shoulders.
He starts pumping — slowly, but with a fucking amazing small squeeze — and you
bite your lip as you moan. He starts to stroke you faster and with more
squeezes, and you accidentally dig your nails into his skin. He gasps at the
action — and not in pain like you expect, but in pleasure. You plant your nails
a little deeper, and Dave's eyes close as he lets out a hum of pleasure.
You store this into your mind for future reference before you let go of his
shoulders to attempt to return the favor in Dave's boxers, but before you can,
he's moving off of you and sliding down the bed as if he's about to go
somewhere else — thoughts of What did I do? run through your head in panicked
rushes. You realize you're overreacting when Dave just stops between your legs.
Is he...?
In answer to your mental question, Dave puts his mouth around you through your
boxers, and the gasp you slip through turns into a guttural groan. After he
pulls away, you spot a splotch that must be a mix of Dave's saliva and your
pre-cum. He pulls down your boxers — slowly, you note; he's teasing you again —
and you stifle a gasp when the air hits your flushed cock. He pulls your
underwear off completely before he settles between your legs again.
Anticipation tingles through you as you watch Dave, and he has to be going slow
on purpose — he seems to be enjoying teasing you. He laps at the head of your
dick, cleaning off your smeared pre-cum, and you suck in a sharp breath. He
starts to flick his tongue along the entire length of your member, and every
single one is way too light for your liking – hell, you want his mouth around
you.
Finally, after you let out a faint whine involuntarily, Dave encloses the head
of your dick with his lips, and it feels amazing. You nearly keen as he gives a
small suck, and he starts to take in more of you. In the process, he swirls his
tongue around your dick and sucks harder, and you're panting so hard.
"Fuuuuuck. Daaaaaave."
He seems to like that reaction, and he takes as much of you as he can while he
starts to bob his head. You tip your head back with a loud groan, and after you
convince yourself to continue watching Dave, you can't help yourself from
tangling your fingers in his hair — not enough to affect his work, but enough
for there to be a tug. He lets out a faint noise, and the vibrations go
straight through your dick.
"Fuck! A-ah... Do that again!"
Dave raises an eyebrow and hums around you, and you tug on his hair again.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvve," you moan none too softly.
After he hears that, he starts to add humming into his process. Soon, you're a
squirming, moaning mess, and you know you're getting close. You warn him
weakly, and he switches to pumping your dick rapidly with his hand while he
sucks as hard as he can on the head. It takes you a few more seconds before
you're coming hard — you think you scream Dave's name, but you can't be sure
over the immense pleasure wracking through your body as he milks you through
your orgasm.
When the white flooding your vision fades enough for you to be able to form a
somewhat coherent sentence, you pant flimsily, "H-holy... fucking... sh-shit."
Dave all but grins at you, and when you can think enough, you notice that he
has a white stripe on his chin. You inhale sharply, and it almost hurts, but in
a good way, because holy shit did you even breathe through all that?
He moves up to you again and tries to kiss you, but you wiggle your face away.
Dave just pouts. "C'mon, dude, don't be like that."
"But you have jizz on your chin." You scrunch up your nose, and he steals a
kiss from you.
Afterwards, he lifts a hand and wipes off the streak with his thumb, and— Oh,
shit, wow — the show Dave puts on for you to clean off his thumb makes you all
kinds of horny again. He smirks when he notices what his action does to you.
He doesn't know to expect you suddenly flipping both of you so you can pin him
and kiss him roughly and passionately and greedily. He's definitely surprised,
but he returns the emotions put into the kiss with ease. You make a point to
tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, and he outright groans into your
mouth. After a moment, you pull away long enough to shuck his boxers before you
attach yourself to his mouth again. You take his bottom lip and bite down, he
shivers under you with a whimper of pleasure, and you rut your hips into
Dave's. Shit, the feeling of the friction without any clothing to change the
effect is amazing, and both of you groan into each other's mouths.
After Dave grants you entrance before you can even ask, you roam through his
mouth. As you so that, you use one hand to grab both of your dicks and pump
them together, and that is just about the second-best thing you've felt all
night, Dave giving you that blowjob being the only thing better.
He pulls away from the kiss maybe a minute later, and lust floods through you
as he groans, "Jooooohhhnnn, fuck, pl... Please fuck me."
You get off Dave long enough to try to scramble to where you can reach your
bedside, open the drawer, and grab the bottle of lube. Despite what others
might say, you actually know enough about anal sex to know you have to prep
Dave, and he starts panting as you climb over him again. You squirt some lube
on your hand, and after you feel how cold it is, you spread it over your
fingers to warm it up. You lean back so you can watch what you're doing as you
spread Dave's legs apart, and he watches you with big red eyes — his pupils are
blown huge, and they almost overwhelm the red, but they don't. Not fully.
You run a slick finger over Dave's entrance, and he gasps from the feeling of
you tracing the tight ring of muscle. You gently urge your finger in after a
moment, and Dave sucks in a sharp breath.
"Dave, relax," you murmur, and he does — your finger slips in easier
afterwards. "Good." You lightly rub your clean hand on his thigh reassuringly
as you wiggle your finger around a little after you sink in to your knuckle.
Dave gasps again, and you pull your finger back and push it back in until he
feels loose enough for you to pull the digit back to add another. You repeat
your actions and add scissoring to help, and you remember reading something
about the prostate being a sweet spot, so you curve your fingers to see if you
can— Dave's eyes pop wide and he lets out a groan.
"Fffuck, what was that?"
Bingo. You grin. "Apparently a sweet spot~"
Dave lets his head fall back as you make a mental note for the angle before you
pull your fingers back to add a third one. Your previous process is repeated,
and you just slightly brush against his prostate, but not enough. He gasps and
thrusts his ass toward your hand, and he manages to get your fingers to press
fully against the spot. He groans, then whines when you teasingly pull your
digits back enough to deprive his prostate.
"Joooooohhhnnn, fuck."
You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress another grin while you start
thrusting your fingers in and out of Dave. He starts grunting as you work, and
he lets out a whine when you pull out. You can't help but titter at him, and he
unsuccessfully glares at you.
"J-just fuck me already, asshole."
"Why fuck your ass with my ass when I can fuck you with my dick?" You laugh as
he glowers.
You squirt more lube on your hand and set the bottle on the bedside table so
you can slather the substance over your dick. You climb over Dave again, and he
starts panting even heavier as you begin to line yourself up. A wave of
anticipation jolts through you as you brush the head of your dick against his
entrance and you both suck in sharp breaths.
You look into Dave's eyes with a serene smile. "Wow, we're actually doing
this."
His expression softens and he smiles back with the same ease. "Yeah. Were
making this hapen."
You can hear the way you know the words are spelled, and you give him an
incredulous look. "How the hell can you reference your dorky webcomic so calmly
and right when my dick is against your asshole."
Dave snickers. It's cut short as you carefully push the head of your dick into
him, and both of you gasp. You stop for a second before you start to slowly
sheathe yourself fully into him. You have to force yourself to keep a nice,
slow pace, and you watch Dave while he takes quick, shallow breaths. You run
your clean hand through his hair as a comforting gesture, and he relaxes while
you finish pushing fully into Dave.
After your hips meet flush to his ass, you still completely and bring your
slick hand to stroke Dave's dick until he relaxes again.
"You're doing good, Dave. You feel great," you murmur to reassure him.
"Stop treating me like a frail flower and fuck me already," Dave pants after a
moment.
You oblige and pull out almost all the way, then you all but slam into him
again (but you're quicker than the first time). Dave grunts — mostly in
pleasure — and you repeat your motions while gradually accelerating. He wraps
his legs around your hips, and that angles you to go deeper.
After a gasped plead for more, you start to let go of your self-control and
allow your instincts to take over, and you're pounding into Dave soon. Once you
set an even, quick pace, you start to adjust your angle, aiming for that one
spot.
"Shit. Joooohhhhhhnnnn."
You smirk and continue aiming for that spot. Eventually, you decide you can be
at least a little merciful and lean forward to capture Dave's lips enough to
muffle his loud groans. It's not really a kiss, frankly; you're just sharing
each other's air — it serves solely as a mute. If there is anything related to
kissing, it's extremely sloppy.
You support yourself with a forearm as you reach for Dave's dick and start
pumping him in time with your thrusts. You're both loud, even with the semi-
kiss to muffle each other — you're sure more than just Rose will give you two
shit tomorrow.
You start to feel yourself going over the edge, and you can tell Dave is too —
he's becoming less and less coherent every time you detach your lips and he
stutters something out. You squeeze one more time and he's coming — you feel
his cum splatter across your stomach. He tightens around you while he groans
your name loudly into your mouth, and it only takes you a couple more thrusts
for you to join him, releasing deep inside Dave. Both of you don't move, don't
say anything for a long moment while you both recover from your post-orgasmic
dazes.
You pull out of Dave carefully, and your limbs are jelly — you have to stop
yourself from collapsing on him, and you opt for slumping next to him and
immediately wrap your arms around him.
"Ff-fuck, that was... Holy shit," Dave pants into your neck after he moves onto
his side with an ached grunt.
You try to talk, but it comes out as noisy pants until you can form something
decipherable. "Y...Yeah. W-wow."
The two of you cuddle for a while before Dave apparently gets uncomfortable
with the drying jizz since he mutters, "Okay, this is getting annoying. That
explains the condom portion, fuck. Up, we're taking a shower."
You blink in confusion at Dave for a moment before he fights out of your grasp
and sits up, then he literally picks you up and carries you — bridal style,
nonetheless — to the bathroom you're grateful is in your room rather than in a
hallway.
End Notes
     okay wow this formatting shit is annoying ugh
     anyway this is the first completed non-roleplay smut i've posted in
     terms of fanfiction, so.
     i hope you guys enjoyed
     (my tumblr is kstrumpets if you have any questions, want to give
     prompts, or just want to say hi!)
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