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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Upd8_fic, abuse_mention, Past_Abuse, Trans_Character, Trans_Male
      Character, Trans_Dave, Trans_Dave_Strider, Grinding, Premature
      Ejaculation, Cunnilingus, Vaginal_Sex, Creampie, Ectobiological_Incest,
      Incest, (just_in_case)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-07 Words: 3771
****** There, There. ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     A DirkDave upd8 fic I made for a hella rad friend!!
     Let it be noted that not all trans people have the same level of
     comfort, I based Dave's comfort level here off of my own, so never
     assume what someone is and isn't okay with. But yes! Enjoy!
“Sorry.” It’s exhaled into his god tier pajamas as his arms carefully finds
somewhere to rest on Dave’s body. He’s cautious, slowly allowing one hand to
fall on Dave’s waist, the other holding his arm; it’s pretty clear he’s still
not too well-versed when it comes to physical affection. Dave’s mind
immediately runs to make a parallel to his brother, but he doesn’t allow the
thought to complete itself. That couldn’t fall on Dirk, despite his insistence
on taking responsibility for his other iterations. The guy was already a stand
up dude in comparison; a different universe with different choices and
different opportunities. He’s not sure how his brother grew up, but by this
point he doesn’t even care. He really needs to stop thinking about his Bro when
there was such a great opportunity for some quality bonding happening right
here.
“Everything okay?” He sounds almost strained, like he was holding his breath in
an effort to keep from disturbing Dave where he’s pressed against his chest.
Dirk gives Dave’s arm a gentle squeeze, and when Dave looks up, there’s the
barest hint of a smile on the guy’s face.
It’s not so difficult looking at him now. Before their heartfelt jam, he didn’t
even want to so much as spit in Dirk’s direction, but now. He can pick out
features in him to separate the two of them. Dirk’s face is free of scars that
his brother’s had, his nose is straight unlike his brother’s broken, crooked
nose. He had the slightest snaggletooth, Dave noticed when he smiled; his
features not quite as grown in as his brother’s. But probably the most
comforting thing by far, Dirk was all there, he didn’t have that empty,
emotionless look that Dave had once mistaken for a cool composer on his
brother.
He’s staring, but Dirk doesn’t say anything. If anything, he maybe smiles just
an increment wider. He didn’t have a lot to work off of himself, all he knew
was that right now, he valued Dave’s company, considering this may very well be
their final hours. Minutes. Even seconds, possibly. He should be anxious, but
he’s lucid. That odd, euphoric sense of calm that can only be compared to the
way nature stills before a storm. While he sincerely hoped he’d see Dave again
after this battle they’d be going into, they both knew the chances were slim.
It seems that the realization hits both of them only a short moment apart,
prompting Dave to sit up, though he doesn’t retract his arms from around Dirk,
still loosely clinging to the other. “It figures that we’d wrap this up like
the shittiest present on Christmas Eve right before we’re about to go into this
end-all boss battle. Call it closure all you want, but it’s still gonna suck
goin’ into this knowin’ that I spent all this time I could’a spent getting
closer to you throwin’ a straight up hissy fit because you look kinda like that
one guy.” Exhaling a sigh, he drops his head back down against Dirk’s shoulder,
giving him a little, affectionate headbutt.
For the most part, they’re both silent, the two of them sitting atop the
building with that knowledge sinking in as they watch the green storm clouds
pass overhead. It’s nice, relaxing, even. Though only a few minutes pass before
Dave is picking his head back up to look over at Dirk in contemplation, earning
a puzzled look from the other party.
“Hey.” He finally says aloud, tugging Dirk’s shirt to get his attention.
“Hmm?”
“So you and Jake.”
“Yeah?”
“You ever. Y’know.”
“Ever what?”
“Don’t be facetious, man, you know what.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that we were 13 and couldn’t say the word sex
out loud.” Despite the obvious, awkward nature of the question, Dirk smiles
some, shaking his head, before giving a vague, sort-of shrug. “It’s not really
something that he seemed interested in. Truth be told, I’m pretty sure his
sexual interest is reserved for blue women.” Rolling his eyes behind his
shades, he pinches his brow. “Why do you ask?”
Giving a shrug of his own now, Dave smiles with faux innocence written all over
his face. “I was just thinkin’. It’d be mighty shitty to die a virgin, y’know?”
It takes a moment for the thought to actually sink in, and when it does, Dirk
is flush right up to the tips of his ears. Swallowing thickly, he has to look
elsewhere, giving the idea some legitimate contemplation, before he looks back
towards Dave. “You sure you want that to be with me of all people?” A
legitimate question, but in the event that they did live, he didn’t want Dave
to regret fucking him, either.
“S’not like I got a whole lot of options, my dude. That aside, sex is healing,
great way to relieve stress. What better way to bond before a battle, right?”
Dirk hesitates for a moment, pursing his lips, before he nods. “Yeah, alright.”
Pushing himself up, he offers a hand to Dave, his mind swimming with ideas of
where they should be going, somewhere they could seek shelter to have sex.
Fuck, he was about to have sex. He might be shaking, just a little bit. As Dave
stands beside him, he gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, briefly closing the
gap between them to plant a slow kiss on Dirk’s lips. It’s sweet. His lips are
soft and move languidly over his own, and when he pulls away, Dirk is left
lightheaded.
“We should get inside.” Is the only coherent thing he can manage, before the
two of them are hopping down from the roof to land on the floor beneath it,
wandering in hopes of finding somewhere slightly more comfortable to fuck. The
tombs, varying from building to building, were elaborate on the inside; once
filled with underlings and grist, though they’d been emptied earlier on in
their session, the planet now empty, spare for the two of them, of course. It
probably isn’t all that respectful to have sex inside of a tomb, but Dirk is
pretty sure that since they didn’t contain any actual people, they’re not
really stepping on any toes.
Joined at the hands, they do eventually come across something more comfortable;
a more decorative alcove in the room with a padded, antique style fainting
couch, all of it green, matching the rest of Dirk’s land. Giving Dave’s hand a
squeeze, he spares a glance over, raising a brow. “This seems like our best
bet. Unless you’d like to keep searching, of course. Your call.” In a more
ideal scenario, he would like to bring Dave to his apartment, but that was on
the other side of the planet. And he’s not sure Dave would be too pleased with
his affinity for plush, puppet rump.
“This is fine.” Dave agrees, and he sounds pretty convincing, turning to face
Dirk. He collects him closer, placing a hand on the back of his neck to draw
him in for another kiss, and it’s just as nice as the first. Just as smooth and
slow, and it easily surpasses any of the quick, shallow kisses he’d received
from Jake throughout the duration of their relationship. The quick,
uncomfortable passes of chapped lips against his own that left him wanting more
than before. The way Dave kisses him sates that and more, the battle ahead at
the back of his mind, his thoughts strictly overwhelmed with Dave.
By the time the kiss is breaking, Dirk is chasing after Dave’s lips as he leans
away, and Dave can’t help but oblige him, peppering his lips with a few more
kisses, before gradually attempting to move the two of them towards the piece
of furniture. Eventually, he does have to cut the kiss off, chuckling as Dirk
follows after him like a lost puppy. Taking a seat on the couch, he tugs Dirk
towards him, urging the other atop him, giving him a reassuring smile to let
him know that it was okay.
A baser part of Dirk really enjoyed being on top of Dave, his knees planted
between his legs with a hand on the arm of the couch that Dave was leaning back
against. Now wasn’t really the time to contemplate the ingrained boner he had
for being in control and the heat that was slowly pooling in his gut over the
fact that Dave had pretty much passed him the reigns in full confidence. Rather
than saying anything and ruining everything, he places his free hand on the
back of Dave’s head, threading his fingers through his hair and drawing him
into another kiss.
If he had the better mind, he might be embarrassed over the fact that he
already had a semi in his god tier pj’s poking against Dave’s thigh. Dave’s so
warm and Dirk’s never felt so physically needy for something before; sure, he’s
masturbated, but having his boner pressed up against a physical, tangible
person feels better than any time he’s ever used his own hand. Groaning against
Dave’s lips with a little press forward, Dirk’s lips are parting to collect
Dave’s bottom lip between his teeth, earning a little groan in turn.
Rolling Dave’s bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls away from the kiss,
releasing his lip before offering Dave a smile, exhaling shakily against his
lips as he presses up against him. “So, what should I avoid touching?” Dirk
murmurs against Dave’s lips, kissing the corner of his mouth, before kissing
his way down and along his jaw, playfully nibbling there.
“Just don’t touch my chest and we’re fine, I kinda prefer to leave my shirt on
anyway. I always wanted to fuck someone with my cape on.” Dave grunts softly,
exhaling a little sigh, tipping his head to the side as Dirk noses his neck in
what he assumes is affirmation. He appreciates him asking rather than pushing
his luck and testing Dave’s boundaries. Turning his head to the side, he
catches Dirk’s lips once more, needing something to do with his mouth as he
hikes his legs up over Dirk’s hips, rocking up against him in turn. He’d had
his chances to fool around on the meteor. He never took things too far, always
ducking out last minute, but something he could generally glean from all of his
experiences that he could certainly agree on with Dirk; having someone to rub
up against was fantastic.
Hands falling from their current position, Dirk drops them in favor of grabbing
a hold of Dave’s hips as they grind, giving a little keen against the other’s
lips as they keep working against each other. The motions of his hips are quick
to grow feverish and fall out of pace with Dave’s, Dirk pulling him in closer,
grunting and panting against his mouth. Dave doesn’t immediately realize what
Dirk was building up to, but by the time he does, Dirk’s already letting out a
choked sound, resting his head down against Dave’s shoulder in exhaustion.
Leg’s still hiked over Dirk’s hips, he stares up at the ornate ceiling in
disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Sorry.” Dirk whimpers against Dave’s neck, stroking his sides affectionately.
“I just got excited.” He mutters, voice raspy, still slightly strained.
Looking down at Dirk, he guides him into a kiss, before pushing his head down.
“Well we’re just gonna have to get Dick junior up and running again because you
better fucking believe there’s going to be a second cumming. Now go down on
me.” He grunts, leaning in to quickly fix Dirk with another kiss to let him
know that he was still doing good, despite this bump in the road, before he
allows his head to keep wandering downward.
Flicking his shades up before captchalogging them altogether, Dirk pushes up
Dave’s shirt some, pressing a few kisses to his soft belly, occasionally
sparing a glance up to make sure everything was still alright. Then again, Dave
was the one who had given him the order to go down on him. It was difficult to
think straight when he was still trying to pull himself back together after his
orgasm; let it be noted that cumming in ones pants wasn’t the most comfortable
experience, but the discomfort didn’t seem to linger. If Dirk had to guess,
he’d assume his god tier pjs had dealt with the matter. He was probably never
going to get used to that.
The thought isn’t really one he’s too preoccupied with, though, doing his best
to focus more on kissing his way down to the waistband of Dave’s pants, before
hooking his fingers in them, carefully tugging them down. He was nervous, to
say in the least. He was nervous about a lot of things, but right now he just
wanted to please Dave.
In truth, he hadn’t really focused on the junk that Dave was rocking until he
was maybe 16 and realized that not all men were born with what he had in his
pants upon meeting Jake and discovering that he was trans. It wasn’t really
earth shattering, he just had more research to do. Because that’s just the type
of person that he was, he needed to know everything down to the last detail,
but everything that he had read was conveniently escaping him as Dave’s pants
fell to the floor and he was face to face with his boxer briefs.
Swallowing thickly, briefly looking up towards Dave, he eases his legs over his
shoulders, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee, before slowly moving to
leave wet, open mouthed kisses along the inside of his thigh. He’s sure to draw
them out, trailing them until he meets the leg of Dave’s boxer briefs, before
he moves to do the same on his other thigh, giving it a similar treatment. As
he kisses and nips, scraping his teeth along the soft flesh, his hands wander
from Dave’s hips, to his ass, giving his rump a nice squeeze. He really hoped
they survived, if only so he could revisit that ass at a later date.
Fingers pressing into his plush posterior to hold him still, Dirk brings
another hand up to support the thigh he was working on as his teeth dig in, and
he gives a long, hard suck. He does his best to leave a mark there, popping off
once he’s satisfied with the bruise left behind. Pressing an apologetic kiss to
the area before flicking his tongue over it, he smiles at how Dave is left
shaking, one hand gripping his own cape, the other curled against Dirk’s
shoulder. Teasing his fingers beneath the legs of his briefs, he doesn’t work
them off just yet, closing in to press a kiss to him, right where the slightest
bit of arousal has started to seep through the cotton of Dave’s briefs.
He’s squirming, and for once Dirk feels like he’s doing something right,
rewarding Dave with a broad sweep of his tongue up from his clothed entrance to
his clit, before he works to map out the rest of him. He traces his outer labia
with his tongue, slowly moving in towards his innermost bits, pointedly
avoiding his clit for the time being. He manages to catch Dave’s inner labia
between his lips and gives them each a suck, working him over until his briefs
are soaked with his own arousal as well as Dirk’s saliva, leaving Dave
whimpering and shaking above him, his thighs quivering over his shoulders.
It’s not until then that he even acknowledges the existence of Dave’s clit,
prodding at it teasingly with his tongue, before sucking at it from behind the
material of his briefs. By this point, he finally starts to feel himself
getting hard again, his prick giving a twitch as he sucks on Dave through his
briefs. He was doing a pretty good job for winging it. Before getting too
carried away, Dirk leans back, finally hooking his fingers in Dave’s briefs,
and going to tug them off of him, giving a glance up at Dave once more to make
sure it was okay.
Spreading his legs a little eagerly once his briefs are removed, what blood
hasn’t rushed south is currently collected on his face in a heavy blush. Dirk
doesn’t seem to notice, currently far too enthralled in the task of eating Dave
out and wow, that’s. Really hot.
Gloved hands wandering up Dave’s now bare thighs, he captchalogs those as well
to keep them from getting in the way, before bringing his hands around to
spread Dave’s outer lips, issuing a slow lap along his sex. The taste of him is
no longer muted by his underwear, now heady resting against his tongue. He
wouldn’t say it’s the best thing he’s tasted, but right now it’s definitely
somewhere up there. Sliding his tongue between Dave’s innermost lips to further
part them, he gives his clit a little flick before drawing his inner labia into
his mouth with a long suck, rubbing them with his tongue before releasing them,
only to take them right back into his mouth. He repeats this a few times until
Dave’s hand is curling in his hair with a tug, only then does he move on,
slipping his tongue down to prod at his drooling entrance.
Ideally, he knows he’s only been down there for about fifteen minutes at the
most, but it feels like hours, though he wouldn’t really peg that as a
negative. In a perfect world, he’d love to go down on Dave for literal hours.
Nose rubbing at Dave’s clit as he slides his tongue in and out of Dave, he does
gradually go to suck on his clit, only to have himself tugged away from Dave’s
cunt by his hair, his mouth being unceremoniously mashed against Dave’s in a
sloppy kiss.
Dave’s tongue prods into Dirk’s mouth to taste himself on his tongue, groaning
and smiling against his lips as he does, all the while fumbling at the front of
Dirk’s god tier pajamas to grip his clothed prick through them, and give him a
slow rub. Breaking the kiss with a little grunt, Dirk bumps his forehead
against Dave’s affectionately. “Are you sure you’re ready? Should I finger you
a little bit or something? Do we need lube?” He mutters, exhaling shakily
against Dave’s lips.
“It’s a cunt, not an asshole, Dirk. I’m plenty wet, I’m pretty sure we’ll be
fine.” He laughs a little bit, easing Dirk’s pantaloons and tights down, before
gripping his prick, running his thumb over his head as he draws his foreskin
back. “As long as you’re ready, I am.” He mutters, pressing a few more kisses
to Dirk’s lips, before laying back.
Nodding, Dirk eases one of Dave’s legs over his shoulder, hiking the other over
his hip, bringing his hand around to guide his prick to Dave entrance. He
spares a careful glance towards Dave, just to make sure he’s still alright,
before he slowly starts to ease himself inside of him. Gripping Dave’s hip
tightly as he slides inside, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to suppress
the string of curses threatening to pass his lips; Dave, on the other hand, is
vocal enough for the two of them.
Moaning between cuss words strung along in orders that didn’t even hope to make
sense, Dave grips the arm of the couch, squeezing his thighs around Dirk as he
eases his way slowly into him, until he’s seated fully inside of Dave. It
didn’t hurt, it was just. A squeeze. One that left him winded, legs shaking as
Dirk waited for him to adjust to the feeling of something inside of him. It
doesn’t take too long, thankfully, and once he nods to Dirk and he’s giving a
few slow, shallow thrusts, Dave can’t contain the embarrassing moan that passes
his lips.
He’d never been one for vaginal penetration, it never really squicked him out
as much as he just didn’t have too much interest in putting the effort into
fingering himself raw. But with Dirk inside of him now, he could officially say
that it was something he enjoyed.
With Dirk doubled over him, holding onto him as he starts to put more force
behind his thrusts, Dave brings his hand right back to his hair, giving it a
tug in his approval as the other fists in his cape. Shades having fallen up
somewhere in their foreplay, he meets Dirk’s amber gaze with his own set of
vermillion, eyes lidded as their noses bump, making Dave laugh a little bit.
“Fuck, you got real pretty eyes, you know that? I could watch you like this
forever. Shit, I’d love to see you under me while I ride you, too. You make
such pretty faces when you’re feelin’ good.” He mutters softly, unable to
control his natural inclination to babble, only managing to silence himself
with his lips pressed firmly to Dirk’s.
All his sounds are muffled from there, his moans and whimpers as Dirk rolls his
hips, holding Dave up to keep pulling back before thrusting back inside of him
in an effort to hit all the best spots and make him feel good. Thankfully, by
the time Dirk’s thrusts start getting sloppy is around the same time Dave’s
breathing starts to hitch and stutter, the heat pooling in his stomach starting
to coil all tight until his cunt is giving a tight squeeze around Dirk’s prick,
and Dave’s breaking the kiss with a little exhalation of “fuck”.
He grits his teeth as he cums, face red, his hair clinging to his forehead as
he pants softly, barely letting out a whimper as his legs shake and he spasms
around Dirk.
And Dirk watches him unfold, pressing kisses to his face, nosing his cheek
before he exhales a heavy moan as he reaches his own climax, burying himself in
Dave’s tight heat as he cums. Gripping Dave’s hip and thigh tightly, he rocks
his hips for a moment, grinding his load into Dave, before practically
collapsing. Dropping Dave’s leg from over his shoulder, he presses a few kisses
to his face, panting softly as his heart slowly drops to a normal rate.
Only several moments later does he draw out of Dave, the two of them both
groaning as he does, before he’s collapsing beside him, collecting Dave into
his arms, and sparing a glance down at him. “Think you can die happy now?”
“Probably not, but at least I won’t be a virgin.”
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