this is is 3000 fucking words holy shit
service!top Dave, orgasm denial, mild daddy kink, lame nicknames for certain genitalia (the Bartholomew headcanon is kitkat’s and it’s wonderful and everyone should adopt it)
Happens after this (i’m pretty sure this is a serial thing we’re doing and if so it’s wonderful because it’s john and dave having sex with everyone and also each other)
(also apologies for any mistakes, I only went over this twice)
“Good boy,” he breathes as he runs his hands past your shoulderblades, presses against your spine and you shiver and light up everywhere he touches.
need need need you need him he needs you
Your fingers frame his face, dip into the tendons on his neck, flick over his clavicle and he watches you, just watches. You feel a buzz in your spine, feel it build from your guts to your neck to behind your red, red eyes. You love showing off for him. You love watching him watch you, watching you wreck him just from the sight of your body, the sound of your voice and you make sure to make noise, lots and lots of noise, breathy little sighs and sugar-sweet gasps just for him.
Maybe next time you’ll tie his arms to the headboard, bind his wrists above his head and make him watch as you work yourself open, as you sink down on him, make him squirm with want of touching you. You wonder how fast he’ll cum.
Summary: How do you teach your boyfriends that guns aren’t toys? Let them play with your pistol, of course.
Excerpt: “Whacha got there, John?” he asks. You swallow hard. You know that look. You came back from that look once with an ass so sore you couldn’t do anything but lie on your stomach for two days. Just thinking about it is making your bulge curl.
John notices. He gives you this weird glance before focusing back on Jake, who’s walking towards the both of you.
“’S just one of your guns,” John mumbles, holding it out for Jake. “You’re not mad are you?”
“Nah,” he says, taking the gun. “You were just curious, right?”
You’re sitting straight up now, claws digging nervously into the blankets. There’s no way you’re out of the fire yet. Even John knows it. You can hear it in his voice. The both of you watch intently as Jake messes with the gun. He clicks something and the magazine falls about halfway out. You still can’t tell if it’s loaded because he pushes it back up into the gun before you get a good look.
“But you know what I’ve told you about guns, right, John?” Jake scolds gently. You stare at him. He’s not looking at you, but he might as well be. You feel like you’re getting a contact high from watching Jake’s eyees.
“They’re not toys,” John says obediently.
Your eyes widen and the world moves in slow motion. Jake wraps his arm around John’s shoulders and pulls him back against his chest, pointing the gun under his chin.
“…sometimes it’s fun to play with things you shouldn’t. What do you think, Karkat?”