Unbeta'd. His way; basically means the way Craig wants to get rid of Tweek's twitches; hence the annoyance at the end when the blonde twitches ~
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His Way
His head falls back and his lips part, breathing a soft moan from them. He licks the chapped, pink skin that are his lips. He holds onto the pale shoulders given to him as he moved himself forward, up and down and repeating the process.
His hair is sticking to his face, sweat trickling down his temples, down his chest and back and falling onto the body in front of him. His tongue darts out and falls through the parted lips in front of him, meeting the other's tongue and moving into an inseperable dance of passion with a firey kiss.
Craig moans loudly, arching his hips up and whispering: "Tweek," as the blonde - usually twitching - boy slams down onto him. Tweek arches his back, chest pressing to Craig's as he grips and scratches Craig's shoulders with desperation and anticipation.
Tweek's eyes close as he lets his arms slide down Craig's chest, scratching and drawing blood. Craig hisses and Tweek removes his hands from the creamy - now crimson mixed, too - chest and brings them to Craig's hair, groaning as Craig continues his continuous thrust.
"Craig," He moans into Craig's ear. Craig shivers underneath him and thrusts up harshly, his stomach bursting as he spills himself inside of Tweek, continuing to thrust until Tweek came too - over their stomachs.
Craig breaths out loudly, pulling Tweek to the side of the bed and lying him down, he falls back and pulls the duvet over them, bringing Tweek close to his body and groaning as the blonde twitches slightly.
Sometimes, he would prefer it Tweek let him do it his way.