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WHO: Karkat Vantas and YOU
TONE: light
RATING: PG-13 (for Karkat's mouth mainly)
WHEN: backdated slightly to April 22nd
WHERE: the library
WHAT: Karkat's doing homework and you're invited to bother him
STATUS: ongoing

Eighteen inches for Charms and twelve inches for Care of Magical Creatures. Who the hell set these ridiculous amounts of homework? Oh right, the teachers. If there was one thing about the school that Karkat abhorred more than maybe the lake or how long it took to get to class, it was the homework. Who the hell wrote in inches anyway? He couldn't count on his aunt to give him a good grade in Care just because they were related either which was disappointing but he guessed that was how things went anyway.

He'd been sitting there since after lunch, and he stretched, placing his head on his arms with a huff. This was ridiculous.

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It wasn't that he didn't like it. He could deny that till the end of time but it would still be a lie. He did like it. Karkat saw the look on Tavros's face before he pursed his lips together, glancing away. He didn't want to say what he was thinking, that it was wrong for this to be happening in the first place. That was why they were doing this, to figure things out?

Right?

He hesitated a little before he reached out, placing his hand on top of the other boy's. "You...don't have to say anything..."

Tavros was confused by that. Both things, the hand on his and the statement that he didn't have to say anything. He'd made Karkat pull away by touching him, so why was he doing that? He was so confused. And he felt like he should say something. He just didn't know what to say, and the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering around and making him feel weird. He wanted them to just... go away. But he didn't know how to even make them.

Finally he swallowed, and stared down at Karkat's hand. "Okay..." was the only thing that would come out, because he still didn't know what to even say. Or do, for that matter. So he just sat there, feeling more awkward than he had in a long time, his eyes flicking around, before they finally trailed up to meet Karkat's, which ended up somehow making the butterflies fly around wildly. He bit his lips, as a blush formed on his cheeks again.

Oh boy. This was getting awkward fast. Karkat reached up with his other hand to rub the back of his neck, wondering what should happen now. He'd always been comfortable with Feferi and Jade but this was...different. His stomach flip flopped horribly, looking around for other people before realizing they were alone in this section of the library.

The hand on his neck dropped and he looked up at Tavros, rust coloured eyes unsure, but at the same time he didn't regret anything. He cleared his throat before speaking, voice softer than usual. "Can I...I mean..." Karkat gave a small sigh. "Would it be okay if I...kissed you?"

Tavros's eyes widened- and it wasn't a slight thing, they pretty much went as big as saucers, eyebrows shooting up as high as they could possibly go. He hadn't been expecting that. Not at all. Had he been hoping? Y- no! No, it hadn't been on his mind at all. Okay he'd thought about it, but he'd pushed all those kinds of thoughts away, because he wasn't supposed to want it. He wasn't supposed to at all, so every time the thought slithered into his mind, he pushed it right back out.

So why was he not recoiling in horror? Why wasn't he shouting no, that it was wrong and they weren't supposed to do that? Sure they were helping each other out, but... it still... he still wasn't- he...

Why were the butterflies in his stomach doing a weird victory lap in his stomach? Why were his palms sweaty, his cheeks pink, why did he want it? He swallowed again despite the fact his mouth was dry, and then he shifted a little. He knew he had to say something, he couldn't let Karkat just sit there forever waiting for an answer. But he didn't know what to say. What were you even supposed to say to that, when you were terrified of even the thought o- oh crap there went some word vomit.

"Yes!"

Lousy good for nothing word vomit, spilling out before he could even stop it, before he could even decide on what to say.

Karkat blinked a little at the response before tilting his head, looking away for a moment as he scratched his jaw. Okay. Well that was easier than he expected. It kind of made him wonder if it would have been that easy with Jade or Feferi. He'd never kissed either girl, even after asking Gamzee if he'd help him learn how to kiss.

Licking his lips, he bit the inside of his cheek before squaring his shoulders, closing his eyes. This was easy, wasn't it? He could do this on a whim no problem, but...actually asking to do it was another thing all together. He glanced of to the side again before looking back at the Hufflepuff.

"Then..." Oh, just shut up, you idiot. Why did that voice in his head sound like Jade? His heart thudded in his chest before leaning in, closing the distance, feeling the pound thump through his body and a full blooded flush come to his cheeks.

Tavros didn't have a voice inside of his head telling him what to do. He was absolutely clueless and his eyes went wide again as Karkat leaned in, and his lips pressed against his own. His heart thumped wildly and his whole body felt paralyzed, a heavy feeling that made it hard to move. He didn't know what to do. But his body, for some reason, wasn't telling him his disliked it. He felt a weird, weightlessness rising up in his stomach, and after a few seconds it started going through the rest of his body, replacing the paralysis with a warm, content feeling.

But that wasn't how he was supposed to feel! He wasn't supposed to like it... at all. But... he did. He did, so much. But he still didn't know what to do with his body, and his mind frantically searched for the solution. Frustratingly and confusingly enough the only thing that came to his head was 'MiRaClEs', and the thought sounded weirdly like Gamzee. And Gamzee wasn't being particularly helpful today.

Where did his hands go? What were his lips supposed to do? He knew- or at least, he thought, that his eyes were supposed to be closed, so he screwed them shut. Okay, that was done... but, okay. He awkwardly lifted a hand and put it on Karkat's shoulder, because that seemed like the right place for it, maybe? Was he supposed to pucker his lips now? He didn't know. Was he doing this right at all? Why didn't classes teach this kind of thing??

Why was he liking it?!

It was so wrong, he wasn't supposed to, he wasn't supposed to like it at all, so why did he? Why was he started to not even care about that? Why in the world was he more worried about doing it right, than he was about the fact he was doing it at all?

He really hoped he was doing it right.

Karkat's breathing slowed, feeling the hand being placed on his shoulder. He had no idea what to do, even with his limited experience. He drew a hand up, cupping Tavros's jawline just like Gamzee had showed him. He pursed his lips together, tongue flicking out of his mouth slightly to lick them before he tilted his head forward, pressing their mouths together as he ignored the ice in the pit of his stomach.

Instead of tensing up like he should've, Tavros actually relaxed when Karkat's lips were pressed into him, and the butterflies in his stomach were apparently cheering loudly, because there was an endless fluttering feeling all up in there. His jaw tingled where Karkat touched, and he shivered a little. Why did that feel good? But it didn't matter, he could barely even form a coherent thought, his mind pretty much completely clouded.

This was happening. His first real kiss. The others hadn't really counted, considering he didn't remember the first one, and the second one had been dubiously consented to at best. But this... this was a mutual agreed to thing- even though he had agreed to it in a fit of word vomit. They both wanted this. Even though he knew somewhere in the back of his mind they shouldn't and what were they doing, oh god? But it felt so good, that didn't matter.

As if on some weird instinct, he leaned into the kiss, and tightened his grip on Karkat's shoulder slightly. He didn't know what else to do, but it didn't matter because it felt so good the way it was, who cared if he was even doing it right?

Karkat couldn't help but shiver a little when he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten. This was different to the kisses in the shack, less frantic touching than back then. Hell, it was different to when Gamzee had taught him how to kiss, and Karkat had to wonder if everyone kissed differently. There was a stack contrast between Gamzee and Tavros, though he supposed the former probably had a little more experience and a lot more confidence than both of them combined.

He tilted his head and pressed into the kiss when he felt Tavros lean in, thumb ghosting along the other boy's skin in a soft caress before it slid into the hair at the back of his head. He opened his mouth slightly, hesitating before licking Tavros's lower lip with the very tip of his tongue.

Everything was surprisingly perfect. His mind was blank, except for Karkat, and that was fine by Tavros. It made it easier to enjoy this, because it even blacked out the thought that they shouldn't be doing it. He was having his first real kiss! He... could hardly believe it. The butterflies in his stomach swooped and soared, and he felt like he would just fly away into space.

But then Karkat licked him.

All of a sudden he was broken out of his blissful stupor, brought back to reality at the warm wet feeling on his lip. He broke the kiss, pulling back in surprised alarm as his hand went up to his mouth. When he spoke, it was muffled by the hand. "What are you doing?"

Because he had no idea that french kissing was an actual possible thing. Well he did, but not enough to know that was how it started, or anything. So he was pretty darn surprised and clueless.

Oh. Oh shit, he'd done something wrong. Karkat blinked a little before pulling away, removing his hand from the back of Tavros's head and placing it to his own mouth, glancing away and face turning bright red. He'd been getting too into the kiss to remember that it wasn't alcohol induced like the first one had been. He bit his bottom lip, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"S-sorry." It felt like he'd been saying that a lot lately. Karkat shook his head, turning away to busy himself with packing up his homework. What had he been thinking? He'd been stupid to do something like that.

A sinking feeling joined the butterflies in his stomach (because they hadn't stopped being a thing that were there, despite the fact he'd pulled away) as he saw Karkat's reaction. No, no, no, he couldn't let things end like that. He couldn't let the moment be over, not like that. It was too good, he wanted it again. His hand flew out and grabbed Karkat by the arm, halting his actions, and he pulled him closer.

"D-Don't... be sorry!" he stammered out, his own face burning red. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted, and that was the driving force of his actions. He didn't want an apology, because there was nothing to be sorry for. "I w-was just... s-surprised..." The butterflies were urging him to take action now, to save the moment before it could die. He wasn't sure when they would have another one, and he wasn't ready for it to end.

So he threw caution to the wind and did what he really wanted to do. He pushed himself up, and pressed his lips to Karkat's again. They were going to do this again, and he wasn't going to screw it up. Not this time. His hand moved to grip the front of Karkat's shirt tight enough to make his knuckles turn white, as if he were trying to physically hold onto the moment.

Karkat barely had time to react between his arm being grabbed and the fact that Tavros was kissing him. His eyes widened and his hands fell away from his homework, moving instead to cup the ones gripping his shirt. The fact that Tavros had been the one to initiate this was somewhere in his mind, but it would've been a miracle if he could produce coherent thought.

He'd thought he'd screwed up, that he'd scared Tavros away by initiating tongue. It was something he liked, but he should've known that was something the other boy wasn't ready for. They were barely in the hand holding stage. Well, not that they were likely to do that anytime soon, given the supposed secret nature of this...thing. Karkat couldn't call it a relationship, he didn't know what it was.

He just knew that he liked kissing Tavros, and he let his eyes slip shut as he returned it.

For Tavros, it wasn't quite the same as it was the first time. The fact he'd initiated it was kind of overwhelming, now that it had caught up to him, and his mind was a tornado of confusion and unsureness. He was conscious of every single one of his actions, and he was back to wondering if he was actually doing it right. But even then, it still felt good, even though it scared him a lot. He closed his eyes, pressing into the kiss and trying as hard as he could to blank out again, and the butterflies soared around again.

The grip on Karkat's shirt slackened when he realized Karkat wouldn't pull away, and he flattened it on Karkat's chest. He could feel the gryffindor's heartbeat, which somehow made Tavros enjoy the kiss even more. It made him feel close to Karkat, in a way. It made it easier to enjoy, and forget about everything again.

Suddenly the thought of... doing what Karkat had done crossed his mind. Maybe if he showed Karkat that he really had messed up earlier, and that Tavros really had just been surprised, it would make things even better. But... he didn't know what to actually do once he stuck his tongue out. What if he did it wrong? He didn't know how to kiss like that, and he was too scared to actually try. So ultimately, for now, he settled on just this. Because it was pretty awesome the way it was.

When he was sure Tavros wasn't going to pull away anytime soon, he threaded their fingers together once he felt the Hufflepuff's hands flatten against his chest. He wondered if this was okay, that he wasn't being too forward or anything by asking in the first place. Slowly, Karkat began opening his mouth against Tavros's, gently brushing their lips together as he tried to encourage the other boy to move a little.

There was going to be no tongue involved this time, and he slowly moved his mouth, drawing their hands down as he leaned forward. He tilted his head in the opposite direction, noses rubbing softly as he did so.

Kissing Tavros was probably a lot like kissing a very soft statue. He didn't know quite what to do, so when Karkat opened his mouth a little, creating a little friction, he didn't really do anything. Because... well. What do you do? His lips did twitch a little, but other than that, he just stayed kind of still, though he pressed into it a little more.

He squeezes Karkat's hand gently as it was guided down, and when Karkat's nose brushed his, he giggled. He didn't mean to, but it tickled a little and between that and the butterflies in his stomach, he had to laugh. The action forced his mouth open against Karkat's, and then a realization hit him. All he had to do was... stick his tongue out, and he would be doing what Karkat had done. All the motions except for that had been taken because of the laugh that had forced its way out.

The butterflies were telling him to go for it- he'd learned that when he thought of something, and they flew around, it definitely meant he wanted to. It was just listening to them that was the hard part part. They flew up his stomach, once again making him feel like he would fly away, and then all of a sudden he just... did it, and they exploded as his tongue flicked out and brushed against Karkat's bottom lip.

Feeling the other boy's tongue brush over his lip surprised him, especially hearing Tavros giggle. Karkat didn't think he was doing anything giggle-worthy, but apparently he was. He returned the squeeze of his hand and, remembering what to do, let his own tongue slip out, meeting Tavros's.

It was weird. Definitely different from kissing Gamzee. The older Slytherin was the only one Karkat could compare to, and knowing that he was the one who had to make the passes made his stomach churn a little. He wasn't a leader. But at the very least he could do this.

He brushed his tongue against the other boy's, leaning in as he breathed through his nose, a small sound leaving his throat.

Tavros tried not to freeze when Karkat's tongue met his, but there was hesitance, and he almost retreated his tongue back into his own mouth. But he carried on for Karkat. For a moment, anyway. He pressed his tongue against Karkat's awkwardly, and the... feeling of it was just so different, wet and warm that... he snorted. Unattractively into the kiss. Because it was just so weird, and maybe he was just immature, but he couldn't stop himself from pulling away laughing.

It wasn't a small laugh either, it was an 'I can't catch my breath' kind of laugh, and he squeezed Karkat's hand for support, though he showed no signs of stopping. After a second, he finally managed to choke out, "Sorry!" but it was almost lost in his laugh. It wasn't that it had been that weird- okay, yeah, it had. But it was the tension of the situation finally letting itself out in probably the worst way possible. It had felt so weird! And the butterflies had tickled so much, and he just. could not. stop. laughing.

He would feel bad about it afterwards, heavily embarrassed, but for now there were tears rolling out of his eyes from laughing so hard.

He blinked a little when he heard Tavros snort, opening his eyes and pulling away just slightly as the other boy started to laugh. He raised an eyebrow as he watched Tavros giggle before his lips quirked into a smile. It wasn't often that he got to hear Tavros laugh and he rearranged his grip on his hands, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head slightly.

"It's okay."

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