Homestuck OTP Imagines: DaveKat

Dirty Laundry

From his perch on the couch, Karkat could hear the front door open. His ears perked as he listened to Dave kicking off his shoes and shuffling out of his coat. As his footsteps drew nearer, the troll tuned back into his book, ready to feign innocence when the human walked in.
Karkat could feel Dave's arms drape lazily around his shoulders from behind the couch. He didn't bother to look over, putting up the facade of being fully immersed in his reading. It wasn't until Dave spoke that the small Vantas finally acknowledged him.
"Hello, beautiful," Dave purred, his lips pressing gently to his jaw just below his pointed ear. It twitched ever so subtly at the kiss, flicking him in the face as if to shoo him away.
"Hello," Karkat replied, almost sharply. His back was stiff, but Dave wouldn't notice. He was high again. The troll had grown accustomed to the scent of marijuana which clung to him like death.
Dave wasn't always high, and Karkat wasn't opposed to him smoking. It's how he'd always known Dave. Weed was what gave him his chill. Obviously, Karkat had seen Dave "sober" plenty of times, and if he uttered even one negative word about his habit, he would quit without batting an eye. The human was fully aware of what he was doing and saying at all times. It was nothing like sopor, and Karkat had even tried it a few times when he was under a great deal of stress. He hadn't told Dave; he just borrowed some from his stash. It took a number of videos and tutorials to learn how to do it, but he managed alone. Dave was surely aware of what had happened, but Karkat didn't know that, nor did he need to.
That wasn't the problem, anyway. His issue with the human ran much deeper and had been bothering him all day. He'd been waiting for the human to come home from Dirk's house so he could give him an earful. Now was his chance.
Dave was looming in front of him, his hands on the couch on either side of Karkat's head. A smirk graced his lips as Karkat's small fingers reached up to pluck Dave's shades from his eyes. They were red, not only from natural genetics, but also from the weed. His nose crinkled at the human's minty breath, which hit his face in small puffs. At least he had the decency to crew some gum or something to get rid of the smell.
The troll tossed Dave's shades on the coffee table as his jaw was bombarded once more with an onslaught of kisses. His arms slid around the taller male's neck, his claws gently dragging from his hair to the nape of his neck in a way the troll knew drove his lover crazy. A soft moan was emitted in response as Karkat was picked up. Dave sat, placing the small boy in his lap. Their lips connected, Dave's hands finding the troll's thighs. "Talk dirty to me," he commanded, his voice a husky whisper.
The other shivered. He wanted so desperately to push all his grievances aside, but he couldn't let this go. Not this time. He would, however, go along with it to toy with him some. "Playing dirty", if you will.
Karkat smirked, rolling his hips against Dave's. "I'm not wearing any underwear," he mewled sweetly, tugging lightly at his mate's hair.
The human's hands moved up to grip Karkat's hips, mimicking his actions through a groan. "Is that so?" He hummed.
Karkat nodded and kissed him heatedly. "You know what would turn me on, Daddy?" He purred, his lips moving down his neck to his collarbone.
Dave bit down hard on his lip, only offering a small, "Ngh?" in reply.
The troll moved back up to his ear and smirked, murmuring, "If you'd put the fucking laundry in the fucking dryer like I asked you to a hundred fucking times. Maybe then I could put on some underwear." Dave's eyes snapped open as he looked at his matesprit dumbly. Karkat narrowed his eyes, sarcasm laced in his voice. "Yeah, babe. That would make me so hot. You listening to me for once?" The troll moaned exaggeratedly. "God, I'd be able to go for hours~!"
Without another word, Dave picked the bewildered troll up and carried him to the laundry room. Setting him down on the floor, he opened the lid to the washer and plopped the wet clothes into the next machine. He closed both doors and started the dryer, scooping Karkat into his arms and taking him to their room.
Dave dropped him carefully onto the bed and climbed over top of him, kissing his neck needily. "A deals a deal. Dryer's loaded and, in a second, you will be, too."
Karkat's face burned brightly. "E-Excuse me?! Dave! First of all, shut the hell up. Secondly, knock it off!"
His boyfriend looked up at him through raised eyebrows and mused, "What? You said you'd be able to go for hours if I listened. I did, so now you've gotta hold up your end."
"I never said we could fuck!" The troll snapped, immediately closing his thighs.
The human stared at him for a moment before sighing and prying Karkat's legs open. Dave moved in between them and leaned down as Karkat squeezed his eyes shut. He was surprised to find a soft pair of lips pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. This was followed by an, "Okay," and a shifting of bodies.
When he reopened his eyes, Karkat found Dave moving off the bed and standing. The smaller frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
The Strider shrugged and replied, "You told me no. Also, you seem upset with me, so I decided to leave you be."
Karkat quickly scrambled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed Dave's hand, pulling him down to kiss him. He looked mildly surprised by his actions, so Karkat quickly explained, "You don't have to--" he hesitates. "I mean... If you want to we can--"
"But do you want to?" Dave interjects. His mates as quiet for a long moment before nodding sheepishly. This causes Dave to smile. "I know you do."

"You don't have very good control of your tentadick when you're horny."

"DAVE!"