A/N: Yes, I know I have an on-going Cryde fic that I really should be concentrating on but this plot has been stuck in my head for a while. While it may not be the most original of plots, I still wanna write it out and see where it goes. I don't think this will get much love though but I figured I should share this short fic anyway. I'm still contemplating whether to stick this to one-shot or not. Let me know what you think for now!

Enjoy!

There are times when Craig wished Clyde would shut up. For instance, there was that one time where their families were having a Thanksgiving dinner together and a somewhat intoxicated Clyde totally blabbed about how Craig lost his virginity to Kenny at Bebe's party, not to mention outlining all the positions they experimented with astoundingly vivid details. There was also that one horrendous moment when Craig had decided to admit his feelings to Tweek only to have the moment ruined when Clyde came barging into the scene, excitedly rambling on about how he had finally managed to persuade Kevin into going to third base with him last night.

Yeah, Clyde can never learn when to shut the hell up.

Although, seeing him all sprawled on the bed before him with his ass raised up in the air, loud gasps and whines slipping past his lips with every push of Craig's two fingers inside him— Craig can make this an exception. The dark-haired male runs his tongue over his lips as he fixates his gaze on the smooth movements of his fingers, entranced by how Clyde's hole seems to just willingly take him in. He diverts his attention on the brunet, seeing his shoulders heave up and down in what could he assume is impatience.

Clyde buries his face onto the pillow before looking back over his shoulder. "D-Damn it Craig... just fuck me already...!"

Craig releases a low chuckle at the desperate tone lacing his friend's words, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of how much Clyde wants him. He puts his fingers into a halt, making sure they're buried deep inside the brunet as he moves up to hover his back and lick the shell of his ear. He earns a shudder from the guy underneath him.

"Haven't we already established who's in charge here?" Craig asks him in a husky whisper, breathing in Clyde's scent which is a mixture of sweat and coconut shampoo— Clyde's sister's shampoo, to be exact. Clyde has claimed before that he doesn't bother purchasing his own shampoo since they're all the same to him. Nevertheless, it's the kind of scent Craig has already grown accustomed to and taking it in with a combination of Clyde's essence of sheer desire for him is almost driving him over the edge.

Clyde doesn't say anything but moves his hand behind him, reaching for Craig's arm and tugging him a bit with another soft whine. Craig smirks at this and curls his fingers inside him, eliciting a jolt of surprise from the brunet. Clyde lets out a soft groan and buries his face on the pillow again, wiggling his ass a bit just to get Craig to move his fingers more.

Craig leans in to nip on his earlobe before flicking his tongue on it one last time. "Tell me what you want again."

Clyde gathers the sheets into his fists as he moves his hips back in an attempt to move Craig's fingers but Craig only draws his fingers away, making the shorter male groan in utter frustration. Craig cocks a brow at this, wondering where the hell Clyde suddenly got the idea of being defiant. Wasn't he just begging for him earlier? He clicks his tongue to present his feigned distaste before giving the other a smack on the ass which earns another low groan from the brunet. "Tell me what you want, Clyde. I'm waiting." He manages to keep his tone firm and patient despite how painfully hard his dick is getting just by the mere sight of Clyde pressing his face against the pillow.

"...please..." The shorter male finally speaks up after glancing over to the side. "...I want it..."

Craig shifts a bit, his fingers guiding the head of his already-lubricated dick to teasingly rub against Clyde's entrance. "You want what?"

"For fuck's sake," Clyde buries his face into the pillow first, shaking his head in slight resentment before finally looking back over his shoulder. "I want your fucking dick, Craig! Please, just fuck me alrea-a-ah!" His words are immediately cut off with what was sparsely above a scream as soon as Craig finally slides his dick into Clyde's entrance in a painfully lethargic manner. Clyde releases a long loud moan at the intrusion, lust-filled auburn eyes staring down at the mattress below him. He needs more. He can't let Craig be this slow— he's never done him this slow at all and for a second, Clyde thought that perhaps the dark-haired male has changed his mind about—

"—ahh fuck!" He screams out loud once Craig suddenly thrusts deeper, entriely burying his dick inside him. Clyde's knees buckle at the unforeseen motion but he doesn't find the time to notice that nor the time to adjust because Craig has already started pounding into him with raw, violent thrusts, his pale slender fingers digging into Clyde's hips while his breaths start getting shorter and heavier. Clyde doesn't seem to care at all if anybody outside the motel room could hear them, his cries sounding so delectably exquisite in Craig's ears. He wants Clyde to go louder though, to make the entire building know just who exactly is making this heartthrob scream in painful bliss no matter how risky that can be for the two of them.

Craig clenches his teeth at the thought and drives faster into the brunet, his fingers coming up to brush off the dark dampened fringes away from his eyes. "F-Fuck..." He manages to stutter out with a long breath of moan. "...tight... so... ah... tight..." He doesn't pause his movements as he leans in to trail his tongue up Clyde's spine and making his friend arch his back with a shudder. He licks the shell of Clyde's ear once again before whispering how tight he feels, how his moans are driving him to the edge and how fucking beautiful he looks on his hands and knees while he just willingly takes him in. Craig then trails to down to suck and lick on the brunet's shoulder, his blunt nails digging into his hips as he feels Clyde's muscles clenching around him.

He's close.

He reaches underneath the other male and wraps his fingers around his dick, roughly pumping his skin. Clyde's sounds are reduced to muffled ones, however, and this puts a pause onto Craig's movements upon realizing that the brunet is pressing his face against the pillow again. With an annoyed growl, Craig pulls out of Clyde and grabs his shoulders— impatiently turning him around to have him lying on his back while eliciting a yelp of surprise from the boy.

"C-Craig...?" Clyde manages to ask in between heaving breaths.

"I want to see your face." Craig finds himself muttering but not really giving a fuck if Clyde actually heard him. He grabs Clyde's legs and spreads them apart for him before sliding his dick inside of him once again in one swift motion, earning a loud gasp of moan from the brunet. He resumes pounding into him, his eyes focused on the way Clyde arches his back and exposing his neck that Craig has grown to adore with the hickeys planted as evidence. "Touch yourself." He demands with a slight crack in his voice in between thrusts and Clyde briskly does as told without hesitation, almost as though he has been waiting for Craig to allow him to do so. Craig's breath hitches once he feels Clyde's muscles tightening around his dick again and he grunts along with picking up his pace, hands grabbing Clyde's knees to spread his legs further and thrust into him deeper— knowing just the exact right spot to hit. He finds Clyde's hips bucking up to meet his thrusts all so desperately and judging by how harder and redder his dick is seeming to be, Craig could tell that his friend is close.

Wanting him to come first, he pushes Clyde's hand away from his dick and starts pumping him faster than what Clyde's been doing.

"Oh god..." Clyde throws his head back, his hands frantically searching around to hold onto something before eventually settling on the sheets. "...close... I-I'm getting... close... hah... ah C-Craig-!" Just as he had cried out Craig's name, spurts of white fluid finally spilled out from his cock— completely staining his stomach while Craig halts his thrust and still continues to pump his skin, riding him out of his orgasm. Once he's finally gotten down from his high, Clyde slumps back down onto the mattress. He feels his eyelids getting heavy but upon feeling Craig pat his cheek, he looks up to meet his friend's cold cerulean eyes.

"We're not done yet." Craig tells him before straightening up and resuming his thrusts. Clyde could only let out exhausted moans at this point, now feeling somewhat uncomfortable having something so thick and hard inside his ass when his dick has already softened. Craig doesn't seem to care though and Clyde knows that he's in no position to complain. He watches the taller male drive into him, loving how the beads of sweat roll down his forehead and his temples, how his breaths have gotten ragged at this point, how he fixates his eyes at him as if he's the one that matters the most to him even though he knows that Craig is most certainly picturing him as someone else. Clyde soon realizes that his thrusts are getting sloppy but more desperate, an indication that he's close. Craig grips onto his knees tightly before finally letting out a long soft groan and Clyde immediately feels the familiar warmth spilling inside him— not missing the name that has slipped past Craig's lips in a low soft moan. He lets out a sigh at this and slips his eyes closed, throwing his head back onto the pillow and letting himself try to catch his breath while still feeling Craig ride out his orgasm.

After a fleeting moment, the taller male carefully pulls out of him and Clyde bites back a gasp at the sudden sense of emptiness. He keeps his eyes closed and hears Craig moving about, already knowing that he's reaching for some pieces of tissue.

"Here." He feels the soft material dropping delicately onto his chest and he opens his eyes to see Craig dropping one last piece of tissue on him before settling down on the bed beside him with a contented sigh. Clyde frowns a bit at him but picks up the tissue anyway to wipe himself clean.

"Why, aren't you a romantic?" He says with just the right amount of sarcasm lacing his words, grimacing a bit at the mess the boy has made between his legs. He doesn't have to look to know that Craig is flipping him off right now and could only chuckle emptily at it. Silence follows his sound as Clyde focuses on cleaning himself up, knowing by now that Craig has probably dozed off already. However, as soon as he has tossed the pieces of tissue into the trashcan nearby, he glances over at the taller male to see him studying something on his phone with a frown curling his lips. Clyde lies back down beside him without breaking his gaze, a knowing smile adorning his features. "What's up? Is Ruby making you do her project again?"

"It's Tweek." Clyde fights back a frown but his smile still falters to a meager degree. "He just got fired from his new job again. Shit, it's just been over a week. That's a new fucking record."

"What did he do?" Clyde adjusts himself to join Craig under the blanket, now feeling the uncomfortable cooling breeze of the air conditioner.

"He freaked out on a customer and somehow broke their nose." Craig sighs and rubs his eyes with one hand. "He's at our apartment right now, probably bawling his fucking eyes out. I gotta go."

Clyde doesn't bother to protest no matter how much he wants to. It'd be pointless after all. He just stays in bed, propping himself up on one elbow and resting his head on his palm as he watches Craig pick up his clothes that are scattered on the carpet. "Hey," he calls for lightening up the mood. "you never know, you might actually get Tweek to finally give in and let you fuck him. I heard vulnerable people are the easiest to fuck though I can't really say so myself since I've never tried it."

Craig rolls his eyes while pulling his jeans up. "Yeah, fucking Tweek while he's a depressed mess isn't exactly the most ideal, Clyde."

"Point taken." Clyde shrugs, finding nothing else to talk about that could distract Craig from actually leaving. He has no right to make the guy stay. Last time he checked, they're not actually dating but have only been having sex for more than four months now; meeting up four times a week and while Craig is fucking amazing in bed, Clyde knows very well it's because he has a certain image of a cute blond in his head while fucking balls-deep into him. Clyde still finds it hard to believe that Tweek and Craig have been dating for seven years now and they still couldn't even make out longer than two minutes without Tweek having one of his frantic episodes. Craig still loves him though, he's told Clyde that a couple of times now— not even realizing how much that just pinches the brunet. Clyde is in an expert in feigning smiles though and is rather thankful that he has managed to finally get a full control of his waterworks.

"I'm leaving now." Craig says after finally slipping into his shoes. He reaches for the door before turning to look at Clyde. "See you next week, yeah?"

Craig gives him a feigned grin and a casual salute. "Yeah."