So Many Striders - Now With Illustrations!

Dirk squirms underneath Hal and makes a gorgeous noise, which he's pretty sure is a positive response to the nipping. Which he's pretty sure means no more experimenting is needed with his teeth on Dirk's neck. He might do it some more anyway, it's rather hot. Much like him, actually, he feels hot under the collar that he's not even wearing, flush on his cheeks and sweat on his forehead.

His voice is still really hot, and Hal tucks his head into Dirk's neck, back arching as Dirk's hand moves down it to just above his ass. "Those, uh." He presses a kiss to Dirk's shoulder to stall for time. "Those are some pretty great options you're giving me there, bro, and I'm definitely up for some reciprocation in touching. We're uh, y'know, doing this to try out new things right? And you've touched all up on my head and my back already, which was great, don't get me wrong, and now I'm babbling into your shoulder so, basically, you should totally get jiggy with my ass, yes." Maybe he can just keep his face here and hide for the rest of his biological life.

 

The way that Hal is laying across him means that he can only reach Hal's butt easily with one hand, so he strokes Hal's back soothingly with one while fitting his palm to the curve of Hal's ass with the other. "It's okay if you're nervous, just tell me to stop if it's too much." Hal has a very nice butt. Of course, basically any butt that currently resided under his hand would be a nice one most likely, but Dirk thinks that Hal's is particularly nice. For now he just smooths his hand up and down slowly, not grabbing or kneading like Hal was doing earlier. "Let me know how the romancing is going, I want to make as good a first impression on your ass as you did on mine."

Even with his hand exploring prime booty real-estate, the slight reprieve from Hal's earnest, slightly clumsy ministrations helps Dirk collect himself. He can do this.

 

One hand is certainly a great amount for Hal. His sweatpants don't serve as much of a barrier between Dirk's hand and his butt, but that's not something he actually minds right now because it does in fact feel pretty good. Dirk's not grabby like he was, which he's actually rather grateful for because as hot as it sounds right now, he's not sure how up he'd be for it in actual practice. For now, he nuzzles into Dirk's shoulder, hand running up and down the arm not reaching for his ass, and does his best not to moan like the wanton ex-AI that he is.

Instead, he moans like someone trying to swallow it down and failing, which is... possibly better? "Y-yeah it's, uh, it's going good, that's some great romancing you're doing right there." If only it was Hal being romanced rather than his ass.

 

Aw fuck, maybe he can't do this. Hal moans like he's trying not to and it makes his already somewhat painful dick throb. Thankfully Dirk's pants and underwear are keeping the beast somewhat contained but it also means that every shift of his legs makes suddenly uncomfortable fabric rub against him. It's not bad though, far from bad, and he loves the way Hal feels, and sounds, and moves, so he's extremely unwilling to stop or slow down for his own comfort.

Dirk turns his face so that he can nuzzle Hal's hair and gently squeezes Hal's butt and upper thigh. He can't help but whisper in Hal's ear even if he's desperately embarrassed of what comes out of his mouth. "God, you're so soft, and your hair smells amazing. You smell amazing, and you taste - mmh - Hal." He flicks his tongue just below Hal's ear and gives up speaking, focusing instead on the weight on his chest and the feel of Hal under his hands, petting and caressing his butt and back.

 

Well, if he knew trying not to moan would cause Dirk pain, Hal certainly wouldn't have bothered with the attempt. His own dick is being rather demanding at present, especially so when Dirk speaks. It's pretty tame as far as dirty talk goes, but then Hal's hardly been over-exposed to such things. Shifting around a little, he tries to relieve some of the urgency without making it too obvious, although he's unsuccessful - likely on both counts but certainly on the former.

And then Dirk's tongue darts against his neck and he moans again, pressing his hot face against Dirk's neck. As an attempt to give Dirk less access to his neck, he tilts his head and nudges against Dirk's jaw, mouthing at it as best as he can given the angle. He could, of course, just draw a halt to the kissing, but like hell is that happening.

 

With Dirk's hand on Hal's ass he clearly feels when Hal shifts his hips. Dirk grins the smile of the highly self satisfied before smoothing his hand firmly down onto Hal's thigh, up onto his butt, and then over his slim waist. Hal said no crotch involvement and Dirk is trying really hard to respect that. Not that he's going to give up completely on getting to know that plush rump, just giving it a short rest.

Dirk also allows his head to be nudged away from Hal's neck, instead moving so that Hal has better access to his neck and mouth. This continues to be Hal's show and drawing more delicious moans out of him probably ought to wait until Hal is more comfortable with everything. That said, the more noise Hal makes the more Dirk feels like he will die if he doesn't relieve some of the pressure building in his groin. That's just his dick trying to take over higher brain functioning though; no one ever died of being too turned on, that can wait.

 

Hal tries his best not to be too disappointed when Dirk's hand stays on his waist instead of returning to his ass, although he's relieved too. He's pretty sure he's managed to keep his pants-problem off Dirk's mind, which just goes to show how far he's capable of deluding himself, but any more of that gentle squeezing and he was going to start seriously embarrassing himself.

He takes swift advantage of the greater access he's been granted by licking a long, slow stripe up the side of Dirk's neck to his jaw, then scrapes his teeth slowly down that stripe. Dirk definitely liked the teeth thing earlier, so now it's time for a combo attack- experiment. Combo experiment. He's not attacking Dirk, here, he's experimenting on him. Which is a thing that definitely sounds better than attacking him and not at all like he's a creepy scientist from some bad porn movie. Even if this is all kind of playing out like a porn movie. Hal resists the urge to check for cameras or say something stupid, and instead breathes cool air up Dirk's neck.

 

The return of Hal's tongue and breath on his neck is highly anticipated with both wanton eagerness and trepidation. Dirk's pleased hum is interrupted when Hal applies his teeth to Dirk's neck. The actual thing he's doing is a bit odd, but the sharp feeling of teeth against his skin forces him to catch his breath and try not to moan, with about as much success as Hal had earlier. Warm puffs of breath on his now damp skin make him shiver and turn his head so that Hal can keep up his sexy experiments.

 

Saliva is a slight lubricant, so Hal can scrape his teeth down Dirk's neck with a reduced chance of actually hurting him. It makes sense. It's logical. He wants to give Dirk an actual bite but he's not got quite enough confidence for that yet (even if he's fairly sure Dirk would like it), so for the time being he just nibbles and kisses at Dirk's collarbone, teeth delicate when they're in use and tongue tip occasionally pressing against skin between lips. Dirk's skin tastes saltier above his collarbone than below, and Hal mumbles words to that effect against his skin, although they're probably not all that clear.

 

Hal's little nibbles and licky kisses are deadly sweet and Dirk resumes smoothing his hand up along Hal's back and once or twice onto his butt for a moment before going back to safer territory. Something about salt is mumbled into his chest and Dirk starts talking without turning to face Hal in case he wants to keep kissing him. "Sorry if I taste gross, didn't really get a chance to shower. I probably taste better after I shower. That body wash Roxy got me is like, more than 50% honey, though I think she just liked the name. Should have - ah! - should have given it to one of the Captors. What with their... mmm... thing..." Dirk trails off, shifting his legs and bending them a bit at the knee to try and keep from blatantly shifting his hips. He's so turned on it almost hurts but in a good way. Well, sort of a good way. He could enjoy Hal edging him with sweet kisses and tiny nibbles forever if he wasn't so worried about doing something inappropriate. A conundrum for sure, but not one he is eager to get out of at the moment.

 

Hal, unaware that he's edging anyone, huffs with laugher against Dirk's chest, then nips at it to get him to stay still. "Nah, you taste pretty good actually. All sweaty and musky, like a real manly man." He laughs again at this, because Dirk is an awkward nerd who has issues with talking to people, even if he is also a very attractive and muscular kind of guy. He rests his cheek against Dirk's chest, as apparently they're talking now. "I'm pretty sure the Captors aren't actually that keen on rubbing honey on themselves, too, given the whole mind exploding thing that happens if psionics eat Alternian honey. It's different honey, sure, but old habits and all that. You're really good at the whole ass-touching thing, by the way, ten hats out of ten, would enthusiastically volunteer to be groped again."

 

Dirk is not ready for the making out to stop, what has his rambling done, nooo. His brain is fuzzy with happy chemicals and he nuzzles Hal's hair while resuming his light butt and upper thigh groping. "Well, you're pretty good at it yourself. And kissing, and licking, and. Nibbling. Yes. Glad I taste good." He hums and enjoys the feeling of Hal in his arms for a moment, and his ass under Dirk's palm. "Gotta lure you in somehow. Not that I'm poisonous or anything. ...That you know of."

 

Hal murmurs happily at the hair nuzzling, flexing his ass a little under Dirk's hand. "Glad to, uh." He was going to say be of service, but he isn't in Dirk's service any more, and assistance is much the same. "Glad to hear you're having fun." Moving quickly on, he lifts his head back up, pressing a kiss to Dirk's shoulder, near his neck. "You mightn't be poisonous, but maybe I'm venomous." He opens his mouth, pressing his teeth lightly against Dirk's skin; firm enough to dent it briefly, but nothing near enough to bruise or to break the skin.

 

After this Dirk has no idea of how he's going to keep his eyes off of Hal's ass when they're going about their daily life. It has almost all of his attention now, so cute and plush. Hal goes back to kissing him and that's good, then he threatens Dirk with venom and opens his mouth high on his shoulder, almost on Dirk's neck. He can feel Hal's teeth just barely pressing in and just barely whispers "fuck" before he tilts his head back again, offering, and breathes shaky, wanting breaths. The anticipation involved in that little bit of teasing makes him dizzy in a completely different way from his concussion. Maybe it's the complete loss of blood to his brain.

 

That was not a reaction Hal had been expecting. A snarky comment, a shove to the shoulder, sure, but not something so hot. Not Dirk offering his neck up for biting, totally trusting Hal not to rip into him with his evil venom teeth. Which. He doesn't have, because he's a human, and humans don't have those. That was a stupid thought, but then stupid thoughts are what happens when most of your blood is occupied with matters that have nothing to do with your head. Maybe he should try standing on his head to fix the erection problem. It could surely only be more effective than making out with the cause of it. Still, he can't refuse an offer as pretty as this one, so he slowly bites down harder, pulling away briefly to swallow built-up saliva, then fits his teeth back into the grooves they'd made and resumes biting. It's up to Dirk when he stops, within reason of course.

 

Delicately, clearly savoring the process, Hal bites Dirk's neck for a moment before pulling away. Dirk's moan is half disappointment, half just straight up moan but then Hal comes back and sinks his teeth into the exact same spot. He expects Hal to suck a mark into his skin or move up his neck after a light amount of pressure, but he just slowly bites harder until it stings. The effort it takes to hold himself still has Dirk panting, and when a tiny spark of actual pain happens Dirk's back arches, his vision goes white, and he makes a strangled wanton noise as he almost comes in his pants. He wrenches himself back from that, half unclear of why he's torturing himself this way, and both of his hands fly off of Hal again to hold onto the mattress for dear life. He's probably shaking a little bit as he forces himself to speak even if it comes out sounding a bit like a whimper. "Ah! Ah, hah- Hal s-stop, please stop." It felt so good, Dirk can't tell if he actually did come a little bit or if he's just still that close to the edge. It fucking hurts, hurts perfectly in time with the slight throb in his neck, fuck, just enough to make his eyes water.

 

Dirk's moan, the way he pants harder as Hal bites down more, they're deeply satisfying even if literally causing Dirk pain wasn't something Hal was expecting to enjoy. It's not really causing the pain, biting Dirk, that he enjoys though; Hal likes that he can spark reactions like this in Dirk, and that Dirk will actually let them show. Suddenly, Dirk makes the most glorious sound yet and arches so their bodies are pressed together, hands moving away from Hal. He's about to lift his head to complain, jokingly, when Dirk tells him to stop and he jerks back sharply like he was the one bitten. "Shit, shit sorry." He sits up, moving so he's not touching Dirk at all, one knee up and the other bent in front of him, hands grasping his own ankles. "I thought you liked- I mean, I didn't mean to do anything you weren't into, I'm. Sorry." His attention is focussed on Dirk's face, but his eyes keep darting to different parts of it - Dirk's eyes, his forehead, his mouth, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his mouth again.

 

All of a sudden Hal is completely gone, leaving him bereft. Shit, he's ruined everything. "No, I'm sorry, don't!" He quickly shifts onto his side and starts to reach out for Hal but stops, what if he doesn't want to be touched? The on edge feeling of almost orgasm along with the sharp return of his fear of being abandoned makes his anxiety spike. This seems like a really bad time to panic though, Hal needs to know he didn't do anything wrong. "I did like, don't be sorry, I just." Wow, they are both super coherent right now. His face flushes hot with shame and he forces himself to explain through increasingly shallow, panting breaths. "You didn't do anything wrong. You bit me and I, um, almost." God this is humiliating, his eyes water even more and his voice goes small. "I almost came and you, I mean, you specifically said you didn't want to involve, er, that... sort of thing." Being painfully turned on while also miserable and humiliated might be one of the worst things he's ever experienced. Dirk curls up on his side, trying to will away his embarrassing boner while internally berating himself for his disgusting lack of self control. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."

 

Hal reaches out when Dirk does, slotting their fingers together and squeezing Dirk's between his. He's apparently got the wrong idea, but clearly so has Dirk because he seems so upset, and his voice is all small and sad. Hal squeezes Dirk's fingers again, and leans in to kiss the back of Dirk's hand before draping himself over him, body arched over Dirk's curled up one and resting rather uncomfortably on one arm, head behind Dirk's and hand still holding onto Dirk's one. He kisses the back of Dirk's neck, as it's there, and makes a gentle shushing noise that would no doubt get him a lecture on quadrant smearing if Karkat was present. "Hey, dude, we're okay. You said stop and I moved away because I wanted to make it clear I was stopping, that's all. We're good. Thanks for, for telling me to stop, considering. And sorry for the blue balls." He's not going to mention that he feels kind of proud he got Dirk that far along without even touching his dick at all.

 

Hal's fingers lacing with his helps some of the anxiety, and he's a bit surprised and more than a bit charmed when Hal kisses his hand. The shivering stops being so much of a thing when Hal awkwardly drapes himself over Dirk, slightly squashing the ball of sadness he'd curled himself into. Breathing is the one thing that doesn't get easier; his anxious panting gets shallower as Hal's weight compresses his chest. It's not a problem though, he needs to calm down and take fewer, deeper breaths anyway. It's okay, he can do it.

...Except he's still terminally humiliated and can't understand why Hal is still in bed with him. Or kissing the back of his neck sweetly, like he didn't just mess up their meant-to-be-low-key make outs with his egregious lack of self control. "I should've, I shouldnt've, I mean... ngh." He wipes his eyes aggressively with his free hand. "I should have asked you to stop sooner, except, I shouldn't have had to ask you to stop at all. I should have more self control than that, instead of ruining everything by being gross." He curls up a tighter, which is difficult considering he's being squished by Hal, and his small sadvoice becomes a bit wheezy. "Why are you still being so sweet to me?"