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Are we using this?" Stan pointed to the bottle of lube laid out in between them. Both of them looked at it wordlessly, neither one even lifting a finger to even move it.
Kenny furrowed his brows together and shut his eyes in thought, remembering that yes, people in porn used lube.
Right?
"Maybe we don't have to do this," Kenny wasn't sure that he would have the skills necessary to make his partner feel good, and Stan was definitely his first time ever. And it didn't look like Stan knew any better either too.
"Wait, hold on. Stan, is everything okay?" Kenny noticed that Stan's shoulders were beginning to shake as the other boy lowered his head even further.
"I knew it," The boy mumbled.
"Know..what?"
Stan was obviously holding in tears as he struggled to form the words to say to Kenny. The blonde tilted his head down so he could look at Stan's face better, which to his surprise, looked like as if the other boy was about to burst into tears at any moment now.
Not knowing what else to do, Kenny brought the boy to a hug immediately, rubbing his back up and down to soothe him.
"I'm really sorry!" The boy sobbed as he hid his face in Kenny's shoulder, "It's because I don't know anything yet about having s-s-sex is exactly why.."
"Stan," Kenny gradually extracted the weeping boy from himself. He held Stan's face in his hands and lifted the teen's head up, bringing the teary boy's face closer and kissed him. "Better?"
Stan nodded, looking a bit calmer than before.
"We can start slow. We don't even have to do anything you don't wanna do. I just want this to be good for you." Kenny gave a loop sided grin at Stan, to which he smiled back, the corners of his mouth wobbling as if he could cry again from hearing Kenny's reassurance.
It's true that all teenagers have those raging hormones that call for more horniness than the average person- But this is Stan. His best friend. His boyfriend. His lover. He'd be damned than to let his dick jeopordize what precious bond they have right now.
Stan shifts a bit closer to Kenny, their shoulders almost bumping together and their noses closer.
"I want the same for you too." He whispers.
Upon hearing that confession, Kenny's heart rose a billion times bigger. He lets Stan start the pace, all soft and unsure but there's also confidence in the way how he knows to perfectly slot their lips together.
"Let me," Kenny unbuckles Stan's belt, the clicks and sounds of clothing rustling filling up the empty space of the room. Stan continues to shuck out of his winter jacket, leaving him in only his red shirt and boxers.
The blonde softly pushes Stan onto his back, his hair fanning out around his head, making him look like an angel. The noirette fidgets by pulling on the hems of his shirt and pressing his thighs together in an anxious manner. He's embarrassed, Kenny could tell, but damn Stan looks so beautiful laid out like this.
"Don't stare so much." Stan huffed out, ears to his cheeks dusted pink.
They've seen each other naked a hundred times before but this seems even more closer.
More intimate.
"Oh, I'm staring all right sweetheart. You just look so good like this."
"You-! Mmph!"
Shutting his pretty lips up is pretty good too. Kenny crawls into Stan's space and sneaks a hand under the shirt to rub at his sides. He feels the way Stan shudders under his touch, the boy sighing into the kiss. Hearing those sounds from his boyfriend made Kenny's pants strain uncomfortably.
Kenny momentarily pauses their makeout session as he shucks away his hoodie quick as lightning, followed by his shirt. Then, he's back to swallowing up those pink lips and delights in hearing small noises coming from the noirette.
They rut against each other. Breaths intermingling with each other. Their bodies turning sweaty from the friction.
"Call my name?" He kisses the side of Stan's neck, sucking on the vein there, eliciting a vocal moan from the boy.
"Kenny."
And he swears he has never heard his name said more beautifully. All his life, Kenny would hear his name thrown in with some bastardized version of it.
But here, he feels like he is Kenny.
He's Kenny.
The Kenny that's holding his beloved.
"My God." he laughs a bit, out of breath. "The things you do to me."
Even in the coming coldness of November, their bodies remain warm against each other. Within those walls, their hormones are everywhere now. Their breathing becoming even more labored as the both of them clumsily cling onto each other, the bed springs squeak in tandem to their uncoordinated movements, racing the other to see who gets to the finish first.
They're both almost climaxing now, with Stan crying out as Kenny grinds down from above. It didn't take long until Stan reached an orgasm with Kenny following through later.
Breathing hard, Kenny flops down next to Stan.
The both of them bask in the silence that permeates, only their breaths could be heard. Stan could definitely feel his boxers warm and wet from semen, but he was way too tired to do something about it for now.
He cracks open an eye to see Kenny's face in profile view. Upon closer inspection, there were many details to Kenny's face that he didn't notice before- How sharp his nose was and the faint freckles that speckled across his cheeks to his nose bridge. It looked too endearing on Kenny, and he was definitely a sight for sore eyes indeed.
"Like what you see?" Kenny intones, his eyes crinkling playfully.
"I think I do," Stan lays sideways to look at Kenny, "A lot too."
Kenny laughs at the confession and shifts his body closer to him, humming a tune as his fingers dance on Stan's hip up to his shoulders and pinching the teen's cheek which made the other boy laugh while faking an "ow!" sound.
"That's what you get for being so adorable," Kenny coos then cups both of Stan's cheek and kissing him much to Stan's delight.
"And that was?"
Kenny smiled into the kiss, "That was for being my cute boyfriend."