This is a stupid fucking idea.
Kyle stands in his bathroom, as he shivers and tug on the hem of his shirt. Well, technically, not his shirt. It was Kenny's. Kyle had intentionally put it on to surprise Kenny. Along with… Kyle eyed his legs.
It's all Bebe's fault. Or maybe he's just pushing the blame away, with how he approached her meekly, as he called her up for what could be a good gift for Kenny for their 2 year anniversary. He feels Bebe's squeal, before he hears it and takes the phone away from his ears. " This calls for some shopping!"
Kyle had been excited at first . Bebe has been Kenny's close friend other than Stan, Cartman or Kyle himself, and Kenny had shared with Kyle that he had confided in her multiple times, before she pushed him into what their relationship has blossomed into now, so for sure , she has a good idea on what Kenny wants right?
He ends up on a shopping spree with the girls, well - Wendy, Nicole and Bebe. Butters joins them after, coincidentally chancing upon them.
They milled around the shopping centre, which had revived itself, miraculously, as they stare at the displays, with Bebe's arm looped around Kyle's. The annoyance starts to set in when they're at the 4th store they've entered in, impatience ruling his mind until he wondered whether this what Kenny had gotten through everything Kenny bought gifts for Kyle. He remembered almost all of them were given with Bebe's advice in mind, and so he tolerated it more. Well. Until Butters said something about stockings. It goes all downhill from there.
"I wish I looked good in thigh-highs," Nicole complained, "My legs just kinda look clunky in them,"
Kyle has no idea what she's talking about, maybe it's his boy brain that makes him so insensitive to all this but she looks fine in them. "I think you look fine," Kyle said politely, trying not to stare too long. Even though technically he is gay he doesn't want to make them feel uncomfortable.
"Well shucks! I think you look mighty fine too, Nicole!" Butters chimes in, clapping his hands together.
"Yeah!" Bebe adds on. "Tell you what girls! Let's all find ourselves a nice pair, then I'd bet we'd all look extra adorbs!" she squealed.
Kyle twitches. "Wh- Wait- What about my gift?"
"Oh it'll only take a second!" Bebe patted Kyle reassuringly and before Kyle could go on an outburst, they're whirling and twirling around the shop, thigh high, stocking, long socks and the occasional garter thrown each way and everywhere in a blur of black, white, baby blues and pinks. What had he gotten himself into? Kyle thought to himself as Butters started to try on some too. He then later learns some bedroom preferences about Stan that, even though they're Super Best Friends, he'd rather not have learnt from Butters. Or even of Token's. Or a matter of fact, of the lingering eye-fucking stares Wendy and Bebe shoot each other as they twirled around excitedly.
"I think these ones actually suit me," Nicole hummed as she tried on a particular white stocking-garter combo that is somehow different from the other ones she tried on. "I still don't think I have the thighs for it though," she sighed.
"Well it don't matter if it's you who's gon' seduce him!" Bebe snapped her fingers.
"Yeah!," Butters squeaked from inside the dressing room. "I sure can't see you Nicole but I betcha look good!"
"Speaking of thighs!" Bebe giggled, her fingers. forming a V on her chin. " I think I know who would really suit thigh highs,"
Kyle had been zoning out of the conversation, already given up on finding a present today, and had started scrolling through Amazon in the hopes of getting same-day delivery. Maybe even get cake on the way home. But at the sudden silence, he looks up to see Bebe beaming brightly at him.
"What," Kyle looked up from his phone. His fight or flight response started to pick up.
"Kyle," Bebe started slowly. Wendy moved to block the exit. "I think I figured out the perfect present for Kenny,"
30 minutes and a thrashing later, he's driving home with a deceitfully innocuous white bag tied with a lace, containing two pairs of black cotton thigh highs and, some lacy white stockings and a surprise present, from Bebe. A gift from her to Kenny, she says.
Kyle takes a deep breath. Eyes the bag like it contained a bomb and gently slams his head onto the wheel. "Is it too late to just get the cake?" he murmured to himself, jolting when he got beeped.
So here he is, an hour later, in the toilet of Kenny's and his shared apartment space, wearing just white briefs, Kenny's shirt and the black thigh highs. It's nothing fancy, not like the one's Nicole and Bebe were wearing where there were fancy cuttings and patterns. But just, something about how his thighs slightly indent at the end of it, some of his thigh chub jutting out, reminds Kyle of the anime girls Kenny showed him before. Maybe it would look better if his thighs were a bit thinner, though like Butters. He bit his lips and turns, looking at it from behind, and eyeing his ass, at least from here, it really looks good like this. The black complimented his skin, too, fuck. Kyle would groan in embarrassment, if he wasn't so turned on at checking himself out. But it's still a ridiculous gift , if it was one, Kyle thinks. It's not too late to order that fucking cake. He thumbs at the leggings, about to pull it off and -
"Ky?"
"Oh fuck," Kyle muttered, looking himself in the mirror as his eyes widened. He must've missed the door opening. Kyle scrambled to compose himself, eyeing himself in the mirror, then the closed door and - fuck, he left his clothes out on the bed in their bedroom, all the way to the hallway - with the fucking bag. "Fuck," he said again in horror, stilling. He heard Kenny's footsteps nearing.
"Ky? Is he still out?" Kenny's voice dissipated at the end, talking to himself. Ah, maybe this is just it. Kyle grumbled and squeezed his eyes, breathing in deeply.
"Sorry," he managed to voice out. "In the bathroom, give me a minute,"
"Oh!" he hears Kenny exclaim, muffled from inside. "Babee" he whined. He hears Kenny's footsteps getting closer, bringing him outside the bathroom. Kyle couldn't stop the fond smile that pulls on his lips. "I bought a surprise!"
Kyle exhales a small chuckle, shaking his head as he rests his forehead on the cool bathroom door. "Me too," Kyle says.
"From the bathroom?"
"Yeah," Kyle licks his lips, unlocking the door. He pulled the door ajar slightly and took a deep breath before finally pulling the door open fully.
Kenny's still wearing his coat, one Kyle bought him as a gift a couple of years ago for landing his first legitimate full-time job. Kyle's eyes immediately shot to his hands - he's holding a full bouquet, and a comically large heart shaped chocolate box in the other. But, Kenny drops the flowers and the box..
"Holy shit, Kyle,"
Kyle's eyes dart to Kenny's face, eyes wide. He almost forgot his getup with how shocked he was with the flowers.
"Holy fucking shit," Kenny repeats, and strides into Kyle's space, stepping over the flowers and presses him close, hands circling his waist, and eyeing him up and down greedily. Kyle chuckled softly, feeling more powerful at the attention. "Jesus fuck," Kenny curses again as he pulls Kyle into a wet kiss.
Kyle moans and shudders as Kenny goes to cup Kyle's ass, groping it obscenely and reaches down under to hook his under Kyle's thighs to lift him up, Kyle's arms automatically looping around his head as Kenny proceeds to carry them to their bedroom.
"The flowers," Kyle groans, as Kenny stepped over the poor bouquet, abandoned on the floor.
"Fuck the flowers," Kenny mouths at Kyle's neck as they stepped in their bedroom, throwing Kyle down. Kyle could only laugh, as he let's the adrenaline and horny take over his mind and watches as Kenny removes his coat. He eyes the white bag at the end of the bed.
"Ah that's-" Kyle jumps. Kenny peers inside..
"There's another one inside," he says, eyes blank.
"Yeah, I bought two," And there's also Bebe's surprise under that, which Kyle hasn't taken out yet.
Kenny sets aside the bag and meets Kyle's eyes. "You know I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out right?"
Kyle's breath hitches. He didn't exactly know what reaction he was expecting before, but fuck, he's willing to indulge in this.
"Yeah, I sure do hope you'll follow through on that,"
It seals the deal, and Kenny slots himself between Kyle's thighs as he spreads them open. Kyle let's him take a minute to squeeze his thighs appreciatively, eyeing the fat at the end. Kenny grunts as he leans in, placing hands by Kyle's head and kiss him again, wet, kicking inside Kyle's receptive mouth, as Kenny's hands slip under the shirt to toy with a nipple. Kyle gasps into his mouth, back arching into his touch as his own hands unbutton and their lips only part to take Kenny's shirt off as well. Kenny then rolls his hips against Kyle, and Kyle moans, the rough feeling against his cock so utterly wonderful.
Kyle groans and slings his legs around Kenny's waist to grind back, chasing the friction. Kenny's hands go back to Kyle's thighs, groping them viciously again. "Kyle, thank you," Kenny murmured against Kyle's lips and he shudders. "You look so fucking good, I can't," Kenny groans, shaking his head like he's in disbelief and goes down, sliding his in between Kyle's thighs and handling Kyle's thighs to squeeze his head in between.
"Kenny," Kyle could only moan. He's getting flustered - he was already, but he only grows more flushed as Kenny squeezes his thighs around his face, looking so content being in between his legs. Kyle's face is burning. "Kenny, that's so-"
"Your thighs are so perfect Ky," Kenny sighs, looking straight at Kyle's eyes. "So beautiful," he kisses a spot in Kyle's inner thigh and Kyle shivers. Something inside him protests - he had gained a lot of weight, chub lining his belly, arms and thighs more and more the past few years, the more he had to spend time studying or at work, the less time he'd have the time to be playing basketball or even going to the gym. But the sight alone makes Kyle's cock twitch, the intense look of Kenny's eyes, love so evident- but his cock catches Kenny's attention leaps into action; pulling Kyle briefs quickly off his legs and licking up his thighs, biting heavily down at the spot he kissed so softly earlier. Kyle yelps as Kenny laughs. "So cute,"
Kyle kicks up at him in retaliation, which Kenny catches quickly by the foot. "Don't call me cute," he warns.
Kenny snorts, rolling his eyes as if he was going to say otherwise, but keeps it. "You're gonna awaken something in me, Ky, and I'm already pretty fucked up," He rubs his hands down Kyle's leg, bending his knee and tracing his thumb at the dip of Kyle's foot. "Like I've never been a foot fetish guy, but,"
Kyle's face gets hotter, kicking again out from Kenny's hands and into the air when he presses his covered feet onto his cheek. "Kenny," he warns. He had bathed right after coming home but still.
Kenny laughs openly, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Maybe next time?" Kenny waggles his eyebrows and Kyle rolls his eyes.
"Don't push it," Kyle replies, no heat under it as Kenny smiles, proceeds to turn his attention to Kyle's cock, warm breath inciting a curious twitch through his dick. Kenny licks up a pearl of precome from the tip, tongue travelling down his length to his balls, licking them slightly too and then going back up to swallow Kyle up with ease. Kyle watches, enraptured, moaning, hands tangling through blonde locks as Kenny begins to bob his head. He lets Kyle push his head down his cock, wet mouth taking over every inch of his senses, until his nose hits the curly, wiry hairs by the base. Kyle throws his head back, legs tensing and toes curling as Kenny hummed, vibrations shooting up his spine and into his head. "Fuckkkkk," Kyle groaned loudly.
Kenny takes his time there happily, throat pulsing around Kyle's cock for his pleasure, for the little twitches and jolts that run through the thighs around his face. Kyle releases him soon after, Kenny missing the empty feeling in his throat, but he switches to worshipping Kyle's thighs again, appreciating the fat jutting out over his thigh highs.
Kenny lifts his head suddenly.
"How much do you like these socks?" Kenny's eyes are bright with mischief.
"The socks?"
"Yeah," Kenny rubs Kyle's thighs where he had bitten them. "How much do you like them?"
Kyle licks his lips, looking at Kenny under his lashes. "Not that much, if I bought them for you to ruin," There's another pair in the bag and he can always buy another anyway.
Kenny's grin widened. God, Kyle will take anything and everything Kenny would give him. "Good," he sits up and pulls Kyle along. "Can you stand, or kneel?"
"Uh, okay," Kyle sits up as well, kneeling and follows as Kenny turns him around. "Huh?"
"Yeah, just like that,"
Kyle's legs were a bit shaky, and he has to brace the headboard but as he hears Kenny's belt clink from behind him, he clamps his legs shut. "Oh,"
"Yeah," Kenny replies, voice an octave lower as Kyle felt his cock resting snugly on the cleft of his ass like it belongs there. Kenny knees closer into his space, arms around his waist and chin on his shoulder, belt buckle biting cold into his thigh and its when Kyle jolts in realisation that Kenny hadn't even fully taken off his clothes. Kenny's barely undressed, hair still styled, and Kyle is just in Kenny's shirt, and thigh highs. Kyle trembled, why is that so hot?
"Good?" Kenny asks from behind, mouthing at his neck, and hands travelling to grope at his chest.
"Uh huh," Kyle sighed, agreeing happily. "Just, please,"
"You got it baby," Kenny hums, head resting on Kyle's back as he withdraws his arms from Kyle's front, and pulls at Kyle's thigh apart, appreciating the view as he pushes his cock between his thighs with a groan. "Fuck," he curses, and starts kissing up Kyle's neck. "Your thighs are so perfect, Ky, so good," he hissed through a breath. Kenny's hands moves to his and he starts thrusting, soon going faster, hips snapping, precome trickling down Kyle's thighs. Kyle's thighs, so good, fat and strong, squeezing lovingly on his cock.
Kenny looks down, marvelling at the sight, his cock in between Kyle's marvelous thighs, his perky, great hell of an ass slapping against Kenny's hips the more he thrusts. It's so sexy, Kyle's just so sexy, and he's so lucky to have him all me himself, showing up in their bathroom in fucking thigh highs. Kenny groaned, and trails his hands up and down Kyle's thighs, playing with the socks as he thrusts. "So good, so fuckin' sexy," Kenny groans, pulling Kyle closer.
"Please," Kyle whimpers at that, shaking as he rests his head against Kenny's shoulder. So thankful to still be a gift to him, and for being able to make him feel so sexy in this getup even through his doubts. Kyle turns his head to look at Kenny, and intuitively as their eyes met, Kenny immediately moves to capture Kyle's lips in a kiss. It's sloppy, mindless, open-mouthed and desperate, they're so close. Kyle could feel Kenny's cock slip between his thighs, almost chafing, touching his balls and even his cock. "I'm yours," Kyle gasps, thighs beginning to shake. Kenny's hands tightened around his hips. Kyle wants it to bruise.
"Mine," Kenny replies, and that was the last straw, before Kyle comes with a choked cry, spilling all over the headboards, cock twitching as it spurted more out, with Kenny's thrusts. "Just a lil' bit more baby,'' Kenny panted.
Kyle groaned helplessly as Kenny continued using him, his cock hot and warm between his skin, precome barely used as lube as it rubbed between his thighs. But he stays still, keeping his knees tight to let Kenny use him. It's an appealing thought, though fleeting, to be used by Kenny. To give up all his control, like he doesn't matter, and be used just a fucktoy. The thought is fueled, as Kenny's hips start to lose their rhythm, his moans and grunts get louder, mouth starting to bite and nip at Kyle's neck and he finally- he moans Kyle's name loud, babbles how good Kyle was and all variations of it into Kyle's curls as he cums, losing his balance and sending them backwards onto the bed.
Kyle lands in between Kenny's arm with a sound oof and Kenny a louder eugh! Immediately, Kyle sits up and gets off of Kenny, moving his weight off of him as they pant and recover. He looks down at his thighs, and stares. The black cotton, clean and polished before, were sweaty, and had splattered white stains both of Kyle and Kenny's doing, dripping down lewdly to his knees.
"Let me see," he hears Kenny moving into his space to observe his doing. He grins, though tiredly, as he trails one of the drips. "Actually don't throw it away, it looks good like this,"
"Ew," Kyle wrinkles his nose. "They're cum stains, they're going to crust,"
"Even better,"
Kyle punches Kenny's shoulder and he just laughs openly as he moves to kiss Kyle properly and slowly, bumping his forehead against his. "Thank you," he says lowly. "This was the best surprise- better than mine," he snorts.
Kyle jolts. "This was Bebe's - well Bebe, Wendy, Nicole and Butters' help- mostly Bebe," Kyle frowns as he recalls being wrangled into a pair earlier.
"Ah, really?" Kenny chuckles. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised Bebe is meddling into our sex life again," he sighs as he settles onto Kyle's lap.
"Again?" Kyle perks an eyebrow up.
"Uh," Kenny chuckles again, nervously this time, looking up at Kyle. Kenny grins and tackles Kyle back into the bed, kissing him, long and hard. Unfair , Kyle thought with a frown, point proven as he started getting distracted by Kenny's tongue licking greedily into his mouth
"Uhn," Kyle grunts, as Kenny soon parted their lips. "You're not getting away with this,"
"Yeah?" Kenny chuckles.
They pause when Kyle's stomach grumbles. He blushes.
Kenny laughs into Kyle's neck, kissing him softly as he gets off of him. "I bought dinner- your favourite takeout, I'll go get it,"
"Okay," Kyle sighs happily, exhaustion pleasantly hitting him all at once.
They spend the rest of the night of their anniversary eve lying in bed, watching movies after they've eaten their dinner.
And once Kyle's fallen asleep, Kenny makes sure to text Bebe a long thank you note.