I am so sleepy yet here we are. Also, I wanted to make this longer, but eh, it's not really meant to be long.
Enjoy, Reviews are nice, I own nothing.
Butters is lying on his bed, a blush on his cheeks as he strokes himself.
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Cartman is lying on his side, grunting and hastily pulling his pajama pants off because they're in the way.
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The heels of Butters' feet dig into his mattress and he stops moving when he hears a sound outside his door.
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Cartman turns on his back and spreads his legs open as he licks at his pointer and middle finger on his right hand.
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Convinced that the sound is gone, Butters turns to lie on his side so his back is to the door and chews on the edge of his pillow as he continues touching himself.
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Prodding himself, Cartman gulps and whimpers when he feels his first finger sliding in.
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Butters lets out moans as he chews on his pillow and his whole body trembles as he moves a finger under the foreskin.
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Cartman's toes curl as he finds his prostate and he gasps when he gently runs his left fingers over his member.
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"Eric…" Butters moans and buries his face in his pillow as he quickens his pace.
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"Right there, Butters," Cartman sighs as he moves his two fingers in and out of himself quickly while he strokes himself with his other hand.
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"Eric, please," Butters whines. "Please… Keep going…"
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"God, Butters, so good… Deeper, go in deeper."
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"You feel so good, Eric, I can't stop."
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"Don't stop, Butters. Right there, I want it right there." Cartman turns over and kneels on his bed, his left hand on his headboard while his butt juts out so he can touch himself better.
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"Oh God, Eric. I'm going to cum." Butters' back starts to arch.
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"I'm going to cum, Butters. You can cum inside."
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"I love you."
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"I love you."
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Butters pulls out his hand and leans down to grab the toilet paper roll he has under his bed.
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Cartman leans his forehead against his backboard and cleans himself with his discarded boxers.
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Butters pulls his blanket up over his head and curls into himself.
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Cartman turns and sits on his bed, his back on the headboard.
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Butters quickly wipes at his eyes before tears can fall from them.
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Cartman bites his lower lip and leans his head against the headboard, eyes closed.
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Butters wonders what Eric is doing and thinks he's probably asleep or playing video games. He smiles when he thinks how wonderful it would be if he were thinking of him in that moment, and he can feel the butterflies in his stomach, but he knows that's impossible.
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Cartman puts on his pajama pants again and lies down in bed. He wonders if Butters is asleep or maybe he's working ahead to get homework done so his weekend will be free. He feels his stomach ache in an oddly nice way and thinks it would be the best if got a text from him in that moment, but he knows that's unlikely.