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Kyle groaned, dropping his head forward, his fingers wrapped tightly in his soft brown hair. No force, just resting there, letting Eric do whatever he wanted.
Letting him control the pace.
Eric bobbed his head up and down, eagerly hallowing his cheeks around him, his tongue pressing into his tip. He whined against the ginger and Kyle shuddered, as he took him deeper, watching him gag against him.
Eric pulled back with a gasp, panting, and Kyle ran his fingers over his cheek. “You okay?” He whispered. Eric nodded, licking at his lips.
“I… can you fuck my mouth?” Cartman asked, lifting his eyes to meet Kyle’s. Kyle was flushed, cheeks a brilliant pink, mouth half open with his pleasure. He wound a lock of Eric’s hair around his fingers. It made him feel shy.
“Gentle? Or hard?” He asked. Kyle’s cock twitched, but he waited for Eric’s response regardless. A beacon of self-control. It made Cartman hot all over. He bit his bottom lip at the sight of him, dropping his face against Kyle’s thigh.
“Soft. Like that time in your room?” He murmured and Kyle blinked, smiling slightly.
“Are you my baby right now?” He asked, stroking the back of Eric’s head. Cartman shifted a bit on his knees. Maybe. Eric felt fuzzy, but he wasn’t completely down yet. It wouldn’t take much though. So he nodded, nuzzling him, and Kyle tucked his fingers under his jaw, settling his thumb between Eric’s teeth. Pulling his mouth open.
Eric whined, letting his shoulders drop, lolling his tongue out.
Kyle pressed his cock gently into his mouth, giving him soft, lazy thrusts. “Keep your mouth loose, baby. S’okay if you get messy. Love when you get messy.” He ground himself against his tongue and Cartman moaned, letting anything more complicated than this slip away.
It really was perfect. Not having to think. Just keep his mouth open, and Kyle will be happy, because Eric is a good boy.
“That’s it, honey…” Kyle panted, keeping his pace. Sweet, and careful. He was so careful with Eric. His stomach twisted. Eric’s jaw ached, but only a little, and the soft pain had him clutching for Kyle’s legs, leaning into him. “So good. I’m getting close. Do you want my cum?”
Eric thought about it, eyes fluttering, whining against his boyfriend’s warm cock. He liked how Kyle tasted. Sometimes it felt icky to be filled up that way- but Eric could feel Kyle twitching and wanting and- yes. Yes. Please, he garbled around Kyle’s cock, trying to speak.
Kyle understood. He always did. He pressed himself deeper, his body stuttering as he filled Eric’s mouth. Cartman moaned, swallowing his heat, his own cock drooling against the top of Kyle’s foot.
Kyle fucked into his mouth until he was emptied, and then pulled Eric back, using all his remaining strength to pull the fatter boy up, wrapping his arms around him. “You did so good, baby. Are you still down?” He kissed at his face quickly.
Eric nodded. Yes. Everything was a soft haze, his body, his mind. They all melded together into something warm and slow and- his. He was Kyle’s. Just Kyle. Kyle tightened his grip on him, rocking him slightly. How is it possible to be this safe?
“Come on, baby, lemme help you.” And then he was being pulled onto the bed, Kyle rolling him onto his back. His hand wrapped around Cartman and Cartman whined, stomach tightened with pleasure. He didn’t deserve it, really. Eric knew he didn’t. But Kyle still-
“Feels too good.” He gasped out, helplessly twitching in Kyle’s grip. Hot, sticky, achey- “Daddy, I can’t do it.” He whimpered, the world centering down on his cock.
Kyle sounded far away and so close to him, all at once. His breath was warm against his ear. “You can. You’re going to,” he told him, moving his hand up and down, up and down, maddeningly slow. He played, a bit, rolling him a bit awkwardly between his fingers. Kyle chuckled when Cartman thrusted helplessly.
“Daddy.” Cartman squirmed, trying to pull back from the overwhelming pleasure, and Kyle kissed his face.
“What do we say if we need to stop?” He asked, pumping his hands quicker. Quicker. One finger slid into him, working his hole open.
“Call uncle-“ Cartman murmured. “But please don’t stop- please don’t-“ He pushed back against the intrusion and Kyle kissed his neck.
“Not going to. Just checking. Making sure.” That Cartman was still there, under the surface of his subspace. He added a second finger, pressing down hard on his prostate. Fingers scissoring inside him, stretching, stretching-
“Daddy!” He squealed, his hole fluttering, tightening, feet kicking uselessly against the sheets. Kyle held him down, fucking his fingers in faster, and faster. Eric drooled, trying to keep his eyes locked on Kyle’s.
“Oh, you’re taking it so well. Do you need more?” Kyle purred, twisting his fingers inside him, brushing his thumb over his tip.
“Yes!” He gasped, trying to arch against the sensation, and Kyle slipped around finger inside him, rough in his treatment. He spit onto his hole, sliding in a fourth. Cartman’s eyes welled up at the burn. “Hurts good- hurts good-“
“I know, sweetheart. Daddy always knows exactly what you need.” The pressure built inside him, more, more, more- “Your cock is so cute. You’re so red. Are you close?” He pounded his digits against that sweet spot inside, and Cartman couldn’t answer. All that fell out of him was a desperate, inhuman sound. Kyle laughed, fingers slowing just slightly. “Not an answer.”
“Yes!” Eric gasped, “Yes- please don’t slow down!” He begged, and Kyle complied, pushing his thumb in, just the tip- and Eric lost it. His cock spurted over ropes of cum Kyle’s hands, twisting his body to the side, mewling.
“Good boy.” Kyle cooed, working him through to completion. As he settled, Kyle slowly pulled his fingers from inside him, petting him gently. Soothing. Eric hummed, dropping his face against him.
“Tired.” He whispered. Kyle ran his fingers against the back of his neck.
“Would be surprised if you weren’t.” Kyle pointed out, shifting so he was tucked against his side. “Always takes a lot out of you.” He tilted Eric’s head up slightly, taking in his glazed eyes. “Mm. Pretty.”
“Shuddup…” Eric murmured, embarrassed, curling into his side.
“Don’t be mean. You’re still little, baby, just enjoy it, hm? I’ve got you.” He ran his hand down his back. Soft stroke.
Eric sighed into him, relaxing, closing his eyes. “…m’kay.” Guard down.
Kyle stared down at him, his stomach fluttering at the display of trust. He opened his mouth- and closed it again. Not the right time. But soon, he would say it.
He would wait until there was nothing that Eric could use to hide from it. No pre-rehearsed excuses. No “of course you feel that way right after fucking me”, no quipping.
He’d say it when Eric had no choice but to believe him.
He kissed the top of Cartman’s head. “Baby?”
Cartman didn’t reply, snuggling closer.
“I really like you.” He gave his side a squeeze.
“No shit, I’m awesome.” Cartman grumbled. Kyle snorted.
“Still no cursing.”
This would be good enough for now.