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It was a worry he’d had briefly. More than a worry, if he was honest. Eric had a deep fear that dating his fickle ginger would change this fundamental (and arguably most rewarding) aspect of their relationship.
The thing he liked the most about Broflovski was his ability to call a spade a spade. Nobody else in the world had ever cared enough about Eric to want him to be good, let alone cared enough to make him be. But Kyle…
Kyle was good in every way. Even this way. Especially this way.
“Cartman…” Kyle cooed, his slender hand rested in the small of Eric’s back, long fingers tapping absently against him. “You can do better than that.” He kicked gently at the side of Eric’s foot, and Eric shuddered, scooting his legs further apart, bent forward at his waist over the edge of Kyle’s bed. Kyle’s bedsheets always smelled so nice. So comforting. It was a mix of Kyle’s sweat and laundry detergent, and over the last five months, an overwhelming amount of Eric in the mix. It made his spine tingle when he thought about their friends hanging out in Kyle’s room. The fact that Stan would sit crosslegged on Kyle’s bed and know was intoxicating. The fact that Kyle wanted him to know, wanted everyone to know, made Eric feel like maybe marriage wasn’t a New World Order ploy to novacaine the population. Maybe it was just romantic.
“Are you listening to me, honey?” Kyle rubbed his hand gently over his spine. Eric nodded quickly, stomach tight, mouth full of his own salvia. “Can you try some words for me, sweetheart? Tell me your safeword.”
“Uncle.” Eric said quickly. “I’m here. I promise. Please just…”
“Don’t be impatient.” Kyle cut him off, giving him a sharp slap on the thigh. “Tell me why you’re here.”
Eric sucked in a ragged breath. “I’m in trouble.” He whispered, his thighs quivering as Kyle dragged a curious finger along the inside crease of his leg. “And you’re going to,” Eric swallowed wetly. “You’re going to hurt me.”
“I am.” Kyle agreed, the smile never leaving his voice. “I’m going to spank the fuck out of you.” Eric moaned, unable to stop the sound from punching out of him, gripping Kyle’s sheets desperately. Kyle laughed and Eric felt the heat crawl up his neck.
“I want…now?” Eric asked, wiggling his bottom slightly and Kyle pressed down on his back.
“Be still. I promise you’ll get what you need.” Kyle brought a second hand down onto Eric’s ass, both palms opening on him, rubbing in slow circles against his cheeks. Eric pressed back into his open hands as Kyle fell silent again behind him. His chest felt cracked in two: vulnerable, unable to see his boyfriend’s face, or know what he was thinking as he pulled his cheeks apart gently.
Eric whined when Kyle’s hot breath ghosted his opening, fingers prodding insistently at his hole. He dropped his face forward, biting down hard on his tongue, as Kyle scissored two into him, pumping them roughly in and out. The stretch burned in the most delicious way, his cock twitching where it was trapped beneath his stomach.
A soft, wet tongue joined his fingers in their exploration, and Eric cried out, squeezing his eyes shut tight against the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Kyle-“ He moaned out, wiggling back into the rough licks, Kyle twisting his fingers inside him. It only spurred him on, his fingers moving faster inside him, pushing him open wider and wider, his tongue flicking against his rim. Kyle nipped him gently and Eric sobbed, leaking onto the bed. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”
And then all stimulation was gone from him. Eric let out a panicked whine, glancing back over his shoulder. Kyle caught a fistful of the brunet’s hair, slamming his face forward into the sheets. “Head down. Hold yourself open.” Eric hiccuped, reaching his hands back and gripping his own cheeks, pulling himself open once more.
“Daddy.” He whimpered. Kyle brought his palm down onto his exposed hole with a sharp thwack, Eric rocking forward as the pain sparked through him. He nearly lost grip on his own skin and Kyle rubbed his hole soothingly.
Then he hit him again, and again, his hand sharp and stinging over his opening. Eric twisted in perfect agony, struggling to keep himself pulled apart, to not distrust Kyle’s access to him. Kyle pressed a kiss into the small of his back and slapped him again in the most sensitive part of his body. Then, again, just a touch lower, a bit lighter, as the tips of his fingers slapped against Eric’s balls.
Eric thought he might black out, the pain coiling delightfully in every limb of his body, his balls tightening in response to the mistreatment.
“Pretty thing.” Kyle murmured. Another hit. “Lift up, onto your knees. Keep yourself spread.” Eric scrambled to comply, tears dripping down his face, as he lifted his ass higher. It was an uncomfortable arch but the sound of Kyle’s breath catching at the sight made every second worth it. Kyle’s hand cupped his balls, thumb rubbing sweetly over the line in his skin that knit them together. Eric shuddered and whined. “Feel good?” He asked.
“Hurts.” Eric replied. But yes. It felt good. The best kind of hurt that Eric ever experienced. God, he loved having a boyfriend. Loved having a daddy. His wrists ached.
“You’re so hard, princess. You like it.” Kyle chirped, leaning forward and sucking gently at the skin on Eric’s balls. Eric wailed, trying to buck forward, but Kyle caught his hip with a free hand and pulled him back hard into his face, forcing him to submit to his attention.
Eric nearly shook apart, a squirmy, soppy mess, rolling his hips back desperately into Kyle’s hot mouth. His toes curled, eyes closing tightly, and he tried to fully savor the unrestricted pleasure. He knew the second he got close to popping that his sweet, perfect, moralistic little Jew would-
Kyle jerked back from him and smacked his balls hard, watching Eric wither and shout, like a bug, all his limbs pulling in on himself. He made no move to comfort the fatter boy, choosing instead to just watch as he curled, and smack him again hard on the thigh.
“Daddy!” Eric begged, though for what, he wasn’t entirely sure. Kyle rubbed over his thigh and spanked him again, the heavy heat building under Eric’s skin. He was exhausted, he was teary, and every nerve in his body felt on fire.
Kyle hummed, pretty green eyes glittering as they searched over Eric’s body. Eric wanted to quip, to make some comment that might lessen his vulnerability, but under the quilt-like haze of his subspace, it was impossible. All Cartman could do was wait for Kyle to decide what was next.
Kyle reached a hand up, gently carding his fingers through his hair, tucking one of Eric’s locks behind his ear so he could better see the side of his face. Sticky locks.
“You just wanna be good now, don’t you?” Kyle asked, soothingly stroking Eric’s shoulders. “Make it up to daddy for all your misbehaving?” Eric nodded hard. He did, he did- all he wanted was to be good now. Good boy, who followed directions and made his daddy proud of him. He felt himself flush at the memory of Kyle knelt before him that morning, tying a loose shoe lace unprompted.
I can do it myself, Jew.
Why would I let you?
Fuck off!
Kyle smiled. “You’re thinking of something.” He ran his hand down Eric’s side. Eric has felt so frustratingly humiliated, not because he didn’t want it, but because he did. Eric Cartman didn’t need anything or anyone. Yet, he’d become accustomed to this. Softness.
Sure, most of it may not look soft to their friends, or to their family, but it was. Kyle starting all out wars with Eric to get him to finish his college admissions essays, calling him a slob while he fixed his shirt, Kyle cutting up his food because ‘the fatass is gonna end up on TLC if someone doesn’t help him pace himself’. It looked like what they’d always done, only punctuated by sneaking off to have what Kenny designated ‘sweaty hate sex’. Nobody had a clue how gentle it all really was.
Eric resented how much he wanted it to be just as it was. And so, he acted out. Broke rules of engagement, did shit he knew would earn him a heavier hand.
Kyle always gave him what he needed. Exactly when he needed it. “M’sorry.” Eric mumbled, fuzzy and so so loose. “For being a brat.”
Kyle laughed. “I like that you’re a brat, Cartman. I’ve always liked when you act out. Love that you give me a reason.” He pinched the fat on his thigh and Cartman squirmed cutely beneath him. “Come here, baby. I wanna watch you ride me.”
Kyle was stronger than he looked, all long limbs. He made lifting Eric seem easy. He made everything easy. Eric dropped his face in the crook of Kyle’s neck, letting him part his legs over his lap, sliding his cock between his cheeks. Eric winced at the soreness, but didn’t fight the intrusion as Kyle pushed himself inside.
Eric groaned, dropping his head back, ache spreading over the stretch. Kyle moaned, cupping his face, rocking him into it, opening him wide as he brought his subby boy flush to his lap. “Oh, you’re so tight, sweetheart.”
“Hurts, daddy.” Eric answered, his insides clenching painfully around Kyle, nothing more than a hot bruise between his legs. Kyle kissed his jaw tenderly.
“Want me to finish fast?” Kyle asked, giving his back soft circular strokes. Eric shook his head, his fingers gripping tightly at Kyle’s shoulders.
“Slow, please.” Kyle complied, rocking his hips gently in and out of Eric. Each roll of his hips stretched Eric to the point of tears, more pretty droplets falling over his dark lashes, and Kyle seemed to reveal in it, his eyes locked onto the puppy dog pout Cartman sported as he fucked him.
He angled himself into the sweet spot inside and Eric saw stars, his cock having only flagged briefly at the initial insertion. He really did love it all. Everything Kyle gave him, whether pain or pleasure, kept him so safe and warm and… happy. So happy. He sagged against Kyle’s chest as he rutted into him.
“Gonna cum…” Eric anguished. He hadn’t been given permission, and he was supposed to be making things up to daddy, not digging himself further into the hole with him. His cock twitched frantically against Kyle’s stomach and Kyle ground hard against him.
“You know better,” Kyle hummed, instead of granting the go ahead. Eric sobbed and Kyle angled to hit that spot inside him repeatedly, roughly abusing the most sensitive spot inside him. Eric tried to hold it, tried desperately to pull back, but he couldn’t get away. Not from Kyle’s steel grip, nor the overwhelming painful pleasure in his body.
Eric cried out, cum splattering between them, his insides gripping frantically at his partner. Kyle’s hips stuttered, losing control of his slow pace for just a moment, driving roughly into him before flooding him with heat. Eric sobbed. “I’m sorry, daddy.”
Kyle shushed him, pumping his hips once, twice more, shuddering into him. Once he finally stilled, Kyle pressed a wet kiss to the side of Eric’s face. “It’s okay, honey. You can’t help it, hm?” He peppered more all over his neck and Eric melted, whimpering at the touch. “You’ll just have plenty of time to make it up to me after you have a nap. Be my good boy.” He assured him.
Eric nodded weakly, nuzzling his head closer, burying it against Kyle’s neck. “I will, I will.” He mumbled.
“I know you will.” Kyle played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You always do. Even when you’re so very bad, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” Eric’s head lolled slightly when Kyle adjusted, and Kyle watched his lashes flutter. “Aren’t you?” He repeated.
Eric nodded hard, his body flexing around his partner where he was still buried inside. “Yours.” Kyle chuckled.
“My what?” He teased, suspecting Eric was only half listening.
“Whatever you want.” Eric pouted, closing his eyes against him, snuggling closer, his arms wrapped around his back. Kyle stroked his hair again.
“Thought you might say that.” Kyle kissed his temple again. “I love you so much, Eric.”
Eric shivered and glanced up at him, eyes still half lidded and dizzy. “Daddy?” Kyle smiled down at him comfortingly.
“No tricks. I just do.” He promised. “No matter what you do.”
The fog cleared from Eric’s eyes with almost frightening speed and he slapped at Kyle’s chest. “What the fuck, Jew?! You don’t tell someone you love them for the first time post kinky sex! Did your mom raise you in a barn?” He snapped. Kyle winced, rubbing at his chest.
“Ow! Cartman!” He glared. Eric shoved him a bit.
“Don’t ‘Cartman’ me! That was the least romantic thing you’ve ever done!” Cartman whined and Kyle groaned.
“Well- I thought the same at first, but I’ve been trying to tell you all week and you keep dodging me when I get close!” Kyle snipped. Cartman blinked.
“I have not! Name one time, Jew?!” He pursed his lips.
“At Stan’s yesterday! When we went into the yard to smoke, I tried to tell you and you ran away!” Kyle complained.
“…who the hell opens a LOVE CONFESSION with ‘we need to talk’?! I’ve been running away because I thought you’ve been planning to break up with me! Since we’re getting close to the end of senior year, you know?” Eric frowned. “I didn’t want to hear it.” He grumbled. Kyle blinked.
“Why would I break up with you because of that? It’s not like we can’t just do long distance.” Eric shrugged, looking away. Kyle frowned. “Besides. I mean, I love you too much.” Eric glared.
“Stop saying that! You’re gonna have to redo it so I can say it back properly.” He pouted. “Somewhere romantic.” Kyle blinked and grinned.
“So you will be saying it back?”
“Ugh. Fuck you, Jew.”