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Davekat + john

"It's convoluted at best and completely nonsensical at worst." Dave argues from his side of the couch, fingers idly moving through his matesprit's nest of black hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. John rolls his eyes at him.

"Don't blame the movie if you're too slow to keep up, Dave." His bespectacled boyfriend retaliates, arm laying across his grouchy kismesis' shoulders. Karkat is slouching, wedged uncomfortably between them as he's manhandled from both sides.

The sun had set recently, leaving the living room of the house Dave and Karkat shared together dim, a shadow cast over the couch the three of them were occupying. The glow from the TV gave the room a comfortable atmosphere.

They started these movie dates after Dave confessed to John he had feelings for him and their open relationship became a three man show. Karkat and Dave had been matesprits for years at that point, since before they won the game and got off that godawful meteor. Karkat's and John's relationship started shortly after that victory, once John had admitted to reconsidering a lot of things about himself after three long years on the ship. Apparently he wasn't as "not a homosexual" as previously presumed. That was something Dave was definitely interested to hear, and after months of badgering from his matesprit, he was able to express that interest to John.

The movies were something they could all do together, considering their shared interest in film- or making fun of film, in Dave's case.

Normally, Karkat would join in on the movie discussion, all while relishing the physical attention he was getting from both of his concupiscent partners. But not now, not when Dave's hand is so goddamn close to his horns and it's taking everything he has to keep his blush to a pink dusting instead of a flamboyant tomato red. Not that he's embarrassed of his blood color around his partners; they're both fully aware of just how red his blood and other bodily fluids are. It's only his "cool," as Dave would put it, that's at stake here.

A cool he thoroughly loses when blunt nails gently scrape across the base of his horn.

The moan that escapes Karkat is faint, but just loud enough to be audible. It's followed by a vehemently spit out curse as Karkat bats Dave's hand away.

"Oh shit." Dave says half amusedly, half apologetically. "Is that why you've been so quiet? My b, you shoulda told me."

"Should have told us." John interjects before Karkat can respond. "So we could help you have more fun."

As always, John is quick to turn his attention from his previous focus to something more devious in nature, Karkat thinks sourly. The mischievous behavior that comes with being a "pranking master" influences the rest of John's personality heavily, along with his libido, apparently.

John reaches for one of Karkat's horns, his kismesis backing into Dave with a defensive growl. Dave wraps his arms around his matesprit's middle, laughing lightly before pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head, right between his colorful nubs. John laughs, too, letting his fingers brush over one Karkat's said nubs, undeterred by his posturing and teeth snapping.

"Keep your grubby prong digits away from my head, you insatiable pan dead asshaaAAH."

Whatever argument Karkat was forming is silenced when Dave presses his lips to his matesprit's other horn, soft tongue encircling the tip. Karkat's lips part with a moan, followed by a soft chirp.

Et tu, Dave?

"M-movie..." He manages to stutter out, only to be shushed by Dave.

"It was a bad movie, anyway." He murmurs before sinking his mouth over the velvety bone.

"And you have bad taste." John mumbles, earning him the bird from Dave since his mouth is too full of horn for a verbal response.

The wet warmth sends shivers up and down Karkat's spine, and he whines at the growing tightness in his pants. He's shown no sympathy, though, suffocated bulge ignored as fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue alike work away at his (quickly becoming over-sensitized) ridged nubs.