Dave grinned at Karkat, pulling back after a few moments. “Welcome, sweetheart, ” he said teasingly, finally untangling his hands from the boys hair. He shivered at lightly from his boyfriends hands and glanced over to the kitchen, debating how much time they had left before he probably got his ass kicked. Shrugging, Dave made a decision, probably a bad one and leaned in to kiss the dark haired boy again, though this time gentler, and with a considerate lack of teeth.
“Denifitely next time. I’ll kick Kit out and you can do it wearing nothing but an apron while I watch.” Slick smirked, closing the fridge again one he had the canister of cream. Sidling back over to Kat, he set the tube down on the counter and wrapped his arms around his lover, nuzzling his next lightly. “Maybe I could fuck you while you make it. Never a bad time to learn how to multitask.”
He moved to bite the blond’s neck, only to pause when he heard quiet words being exchanged in the other room and huffed. “Jesus fuck.” Snatching the whipped cream again and snagging forks from the drawer, he walked out of the kitchen and elbow-shoved Karkat right off of Dave as he practically slammed them onto the table. “Y’kids can’t keep off each other for an hour. Christ. If I ever get a page saying you two were caught fucking in school, Kit, I swear to God I will rip both of your dicks off.”
Kat had been enjoying himself, and had been about to respond to the thought, but all too quickly Slick moved away and out of the room.
“Jesus fuck, indeed,” he muttered under his breath a little cross, grabbing plates and moving to follow him.
Karkat let out a somewhat startled yell when he was suddenly shoved off of the other teen. “FUCK! IT WASN’T LIKE WE WERE ABOUT TO DOG IT RIGHT HERE BY THE DINNER TABLE. THAT’S ONLY SOMETHING YOU AND DAD WOULD FUCKING DO.” He hissed, seething at the action, the theoretical accusation, and the threat, and pointing a finger in Kat’s direction.