You are Karkat, again.

Tangled in your boyfriends embrace was probably the best place to be right now. His cute expressions tweaked and twitched as he slept. He was beautiful.

Of course you couldn't sleep. But just sitting up and watching him is just as good. This is a conclusion you often come to. When you're around him you're different. You're not angry. You're really happy, you guess. That night you two spent together was one of the most romantic things you've ever done with him. You felt so close, so special. You were going to miss that, honestly. It was easier to express emotion though sex.

Expecially with him, every little spoken 'I love you' and every little twitch of the hip really meant something. Shouldn't it have? It did. It meant the world to you. He means the world to you. But even so, you still get mad at him. You're mad because you didn't know anything before you did something so big with him. You're mad because you caused this outbreak in him and it's your entire fault.

You're mad that someone took advantage of him. You could kill. You want to kill.

Fuck that man. Fuck him to hell, how fucking dare he do that to your John. He is yours. Fuck you're so pissed you can't even think anymore. You hope that man rotted in hell. John shifts a bit and nuzzles farther into your neck, murmuring little words that could never make their way into sentences. Words you long to hear. Words other than your own name and the words 'I'm sorry'. That's all he seems to say anymore.

You examine the way his eyes flicker under his eyelids and you wonder what he's dreaming about. You hope to god he's okay. Your eyes weigh a ton but you fight to keep them open.

He shifts a bit and opens his light blue eyes for a few seconds, smiling at you. "Karkat you're still here…" you mentally kick him and just smile back nervously. "Of course."

He shrugs and nuzzles you close. "Well it's about time you gave me some forever cuddles." He smiles and closes his eyes again. "Forever cuddles?" you question a bit dumbfounded. "Forever cuddles. You cuddle even after we fall asleep. You don't leave when I fall asleep. Forever cuddles." He smiles rather drunkly and makes a small satisfied sound.

You can't help but laugh. "Go back to sleep, idiot." His hand travels to your lips and his fingers tap anxiously. "I want to stay up with you." his eyes flutter, tired and red from aggravation. You feel his sweating from under you and he feels a little hot. You pull the blankets away from him and kiss his forehead.

"God your fucking burning up" you get up and peel his shirt off, turning on the fan in his room to cool him down. "Karkat how dirty" he smiles and wraps his arms around your neck. "John quit fucking around you're hot." You freak out a little bit on the inside, trying to keep a calm façade on the outside.

"Thank you, Karkat. You're not too bad yourself." He moves his hips up and licks his lips. Fuck…

"John this is no time to be… John what are you doing?" his hands fumble at the hem of your shirt. What has gotten into him? He must be dehydrated or something that's making him act like this…

"Mmm Karkat fuck me please." He murmurs and you bite down hard on your lip, hands aching to just take him now. Touch him, feel him…

"John I'm gonna punch you in the face…" you warn him and he keeps moving, squirming in every possible way to rub his crotch against yours and it's driving you fucking nuts. He bites his lip with that cute overbite and you just can't. You grab his hips and pull him up towards you, dry fucking him hard. "Ah!" he moans softly, hands tightening their grip on your neck. Your lips travel despritly to his neck and suck hard. "Karkat… k-karkat…" He chuckles and pulls your lips from your neck. You whine in protest and kiss his neck again. "Kar-mm… Karkat…" he calls your name but your too lost in his being to listen.

"Ahhh yes…" he moans as you rub your hand on the front of his jeans and you even let out a surprised gasp. "Mnngh…" his noises only increase in volume every second until your fingers fiddle with the buttons of his pants and pop them open. You reach your hand in and firmly grab him, stroking softly. "Mmm…" he murmurs and grabs onto your hair, rocking his hips with the motions of your palm against him.

You remain like that, watching his chest heave. Quickly at times when your wrist flicks faster. At times his eyes would squeeze closed tighter and his back would arch towards you. His legs shake and you would enjoy every little movement he made against you. Soon his panting became quick paced and hard, moans being destroyed by hard kisses until he hits his climax and dirties up your hand and the front of his pants.

And then you wake up. You pant heavily and look down at your sleeping boyfriend as you sit up and wipe the sweat off your forehead. What?... He never woke up to kiss you, he never asked you to fuck him, he never woke up to begin with. It was all a fucking dream. Wait…

Did you just… have a wet dream about your boyfriend?...

You look down at your boxers and groan. Well, fuck…

(A/n- this is my last chapter of the week! I'm going upstate for a bit, pretties! Thank you for all the support on this story! Until Monday, darlings!)