author's note: aw shieeet, i never do style. it's mainstream, but it's nice. i'm a fan. anywayz, this here is a south park summer fic, because summer needs to be here, now.
He could kiss Kyle all day, he thought. Even now, when the sweltering heat glued their shirts to their torsos, they hastily wrapped their limbs into each other as they lay in Stan's bed.
He loved the feeling of the other boy's mouth; a foreign temperature and texture at first, until their bodies synched together and their tongues meshed, dancing off each other. Their ribcages would rub as they felt each others knees pressed against them, a hand reaching up to clutch curls tightly. The warmth was more than bearable, it was addicting.
To them, there was nowhere else to be. Parting was never a necessity. They could lie there for hours, and simply just be. The honey-sweet kisses would punctuate the moments of joy, marking memories with every curve their hands brushed, regarding each other with half-lidded eyes. They were drunk off of the feeling, needing nothing more.
end note: yeahman, drabbly-drabble. this is the kind of shit i usually write; short but sweet. also, the first thing i posted since i've gotten outta the crazy house, woo. read&review, read&run, either way i love you. o;