Kyle got a perfect score on his biology test! He celebrates with Kenny.
Before the big tests and exams, Kenny always, always makes it a point to reserve the best seats at Tweek Bros, or at the library; the table at the corner that doesn't shake or squeak and for the latter, the table where sunlight hits just perfectly at the peak of a study session and near enough to the radiator that it wasn't too warm. All for Kyle, so he doesn't get distracted. And because Kyle has a knack for ignoring his health especially during these times, Kenny always brings a snack whenever he can, coinciding with Kyle's mom so she can pack extra for dinner even. He studies too, alongside Kyle, and sometimes Butter and Stan comes along too. Pampered by Kenny as he does Kyle.
It's all worth it, when Kyle comes to school on the big day he was preparing for, all calm and confident, looking over his notes like the morning paper. Kenny shouldn't find someone reading Biology notes on the colon and it's scientific terms sexy, but Kyle makes it hot, the way his lips tugs to a smirk when he gets his mental question and answer correct.
It gets even sexier during the test. Kenny takes a small moment when the teacher turns around to glance at Kyle's face. He's smirking, smug as hell, and it takes everything within Kenny to not slam his face onto the desk in pure adoration.
The roller coaster is at its peak when they receive the test results by the end of the week. Kenny receives a 72 over a hundred, which is better than whatever he was expecting but Kyle - Kyle beams at his perfect red pen written A++. 100/100. A perfect score, gold sticker even pasted beside it. Kenny's heart soars with pride as Kyle wraps his arms around Kenny's neck, giggling with happiness.
His happy mood couldn't even be phased by Cartman's pokes or jabs for the rest of the day, and it carries on after school, as they drove to Kyle's home.
"Thanks for taking care of me the past few weeks," Kyle sighs happily. A hand stays on the wheel while the other strays to Kenny's thigh. His senses zero-ed in on the warmth of Kyle's hand. Kenny licks his lips, texts Ike as fast as possible that he should leave the house for reasons he doesn't wanna know.
"Yeah, no don't mention it, just training to be the best malewife I can be," Kenny waggles his eyebrows. Kyle's hand slips to his inner thigh, giving it a squeeze. Kenny tries not to squeal like a little girl.
"Malewife?" Kyle chuckles, and his green eyes sparkle.
"Yeah, malewife? To my future doctor husband," Kyle's thumb is rubbing circles on his thigh."How's that sound? Me in an apron all that and givin' you breakfast in bed?" Kenny tries to keep up with his joking tone but Kyle licks his lips, shooting Kenny a short heated glance that goes straight to his groin before his eyes return to the road.
"Sounds great, actually," A beat. "You wanna come over?"
Ike manages to leave the house in time, only catching the two of them enter once he was leaving.
"Don't fuck on the couch," he scorns but Kyle, too giddy and too horny could not care less.
"Feel free to come home late," he replies back as he pulls Kenny, smug grins and all, up the stairs to his room.
He doesn't waste any time; manages to at last have the decency to kick the door close as his mouth finally slams on Kenny's, a moan muffled in between their lips.
"Fuck, Kyle," Kenny manages to gasp, scrambles to get his jacket off as he feels Kyle's bed behind his knees and gives in, collapsing on the bed.
"That's the plan," Kyle climbs over him, plush ass against Kenny's hardening dick over their jeans. He leans down to kiss Kenny again and he parts his lips obediently for Kyle, his hands already wandering down and groping his ass. "Kenny," Kyle choked in between wet, messy kisses. He whimpers hotly, and grinds down greedily, and it's the last form of control Kenny lets him have before he flips them over with a push of an arm and a twist of a leg, as he distracts Kyle with a bite on his lower lip.
Kyle gasps at the sudden change and kicks his feet to wrap around Kenny's hips. "No, no, Kenny," he grunts, pushing Kenny when he leaned forward.
"No?" Kenny asks, but immediately moves back to give Kyle his space, growing more puzzled as Kyle's legs don't budge and refuses to let him go. Kenny snorts, trailing his hands around his thighs, turning amused when Kyle started pouting.
He's always had a great bod, not only referring to his ass, but while he doesn't have the most defined abs, basketball and going to the gym with Stan is paying off so well on his arms and pecs. A flush of red complements the curves of his muscles, down to his collarbones. He looks decadent. Kenny wants to eat him up. "Ky?"
"I just- you're always on top," Kyle looks away shyly. Kenny's brain short circuits for a second, not noticing how Kyle's legs loosened from his waist.
"You want to put it in me?"
"N-no, I mean," Kyle sat up, a furious blush rising to his cheeks. Despite that he moves closer, that Kyle's naked and Kenny's clothed chests touch. "You've been taking care of me so... so I just thought," Kyle licked his lips, avoiding Kenny's heated gaze. "I thought I'll do it today," With a newfound confidence, he looks up to meet Kenny's eyes. "I wanna be in control,"
"Okay," Kenny replies quickly, breathlessly giving it no thought. His head's empty. Fuck yeah he's gonna let the smartest, hottest guy in South Park (Kenny had started arguments over this title, to Kyle's dismay) who also Kenny is lucky to call his boyfriend do whatever he wants to him. With a glimmer in Kyle's eyes and a confident push to Kenny's shoulders, who the fuck wouldn't? He lets Kyle undress and take off his top. "Does that mean you're not gonna put it in me?" Kenny waggled his brow, as his head hit the mattress.
"Maybe next time," Kyle hums, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
Kenny perked up. "Next time?" He was joking but…
Kyle snorts, leans down to kiss Kenny slowly and sensually. Wet, soft and sweet soda on their tongues as they lapped their tongues over each other. "If you want my dick so bad," he hums.
"I want every part of you, baby," Kenny murmured against his lips, playful blues into teasing green. Kenny was so fucking hard, they haven't even taken off their pants yet. He tries to stretch to get another kiss but Kyle pulls back, hands pushing Kenny down. But god - Kyle is going to have it how he likes today.
Slow and sensual; unlike the quickies they squeeze in between their breaks, fueled by pure desperation with wanting to touch.
Now, as Kyle laps his tongue on Kenny's neck, hands trailing down his chest, circling his nipples and dips his thumbs into the small hills and valleys of his body, Kyle takes his time. Moans against Kenny's nipple, as if he was the one getting his nips sucked, circling his tongue and biting into where his skin dips; by his chest, a side of his tummy where he's extra sensitive - earning a thorough body shudder as Kyle made sure to leave indentations.
Fuck, it's so hot. Kenny almost forgot the fact that he's still wearing his jeans. He might just come in his pants, he's so worked up. A heat of pride blooms in his chest at that, that only Kyle would know how to make his legs shake without undressing him.
"So good," Kenny groans. His fingers had somehow found themselves in Kyle's curls, tugging and scrunching his curls as he made his way down. "Kyle, baby,"
"Mhm," Kyle hums, green eyes looking lovingly up at Kenny, enjoying his work. He places a warm palm against his crotch and Kenny gasps, "Kenny," Kyle places a kiss on Kenny's clothed crotch, which Kenny's dick quickly replies with a twitch.
"Fuck, Kyle, please," Kenny groans. "I'm not above begging,"
"Okay, go ahead then." Kyle smirks as he tilts his head, placing his cheeks softly against Kenny's crotch. "If you're not above waiting. Beg."
"Please Kyle," Kenny moans, his dick twitching against Kyle's cheek looks so fucking good. He looks so good, eyes half-lidded, a smirk on his lips, cheeks flushed red and against his clothed crotch. He wants to tattoo it behind his eyelids to jerk off to at night when he closes his eyes. "What else are you gonna do anyway," Kenny whines, jutting his hips up to poke at Kyle as he gets up to his elbows.
"Don't test me," Kyle quips and sits up, knees positioned on Kenny's thighs. He hums as he takes off his belt, metal clinking from it's latches.
"Oh,"
Kyle laughs in a small exhale, as he starts unbuttoning his pants. Red, plaid boxers underneath - his lucky ones, Kenny noted - though he's more concerned at what's underneath it.
Kyle's dick is stretching the material, a wet spot at it's tip and Kenny's eyes don't stray as Kyle hooks a hand under his boxers, pulling it down slowly to reveal more of the curly red trail. Slowly pulls - until Kyle's cock bounces out. Kenny had seen it a hundred times, thousands maybe, including in his dreams. The head of his cock was a cute reddish tinge, matching the reddest wildish blush on his cheeks. It's decorated beautifully with red trimmed curls at the base, and it holds up to 6 inches. Had a respectable girth too, pleasant to hold in his hand. He could hold it in his mouth for hours if Kyle would let him.
Kenny feels a hand underneath his chin, beckoning him to look up. "Eyes up here," Kyle said coolly, but Kenny could see the burning red cheeks despite his confident remark. "You don't always have to look at my dick like that, dude,"
"Not my fault it's a work of art," Kenny replies back smoothly, helping him out of his pants as Kyle rolls his eyes, snorting. "You look so good,"
"I know," Kyle smirked and tugged on Kenny's jeans next.
"I thought you were taking it slow?" Kenny grinds his hips up.
"I changed my mind," Kyle zipped down his pants, tugging them off of Kenny along with his boxers. Kenny hisses as the pressure had been finally taken off his dick.
Kyle takes a moment to take it in, his soft hands immediately encircling the base of Kenny's dick. It's length is not too much bigger than Kyle's, if not just girthier, veins popping out more. "You're not too bad yourself, sweetheart," Kenny's dick twitches at that. Kyle licks his lips. "Sit back," he orders and he positions himself quickly, barely giving Kenny any time to prepare for the immediate wet heat that envelopes his head.
"Oh Kyle," Kenny moans, fingers buried in his wild curls. "Kyle, Ky - fuck," he gasps as Kyle started drooling, letting his saliva coat his cock along with Kenny's precum. His face was of pure concentration, girth stretching his mouth as he sinks further down, hands making down at the base of his cock for what he couldn't cover.
"Mmph," Kyle grunts, and it takes Kenny his all not to buck his hips and choke the fuck out of Kyle's throat as the vibrations and the wet heat around his dick sever any remaining braincells he can ever hope to have.
Once Kyle is at his limit, which is ¾ down his dick, he starts moving. Up, and up to the tip then immediately down. His pace goes slow at first, gets his throat used to it, then once it starts taking up speed, and he gains confidence, he looks up at Kenny. "Ky," Kenny moans brokenly, his hips shaking. "Ky- fuck," he curses. Green, lustful eyes to blue dazed eyes.
It's when a familiar harsh thought rises to his head that often comes in his head in this heat - beautiful, smart and future-doctor/lawyer Kyle on his knees, slobbering, drooling and wetting himself with precum over some white trash dick. The thought of it makes Kenny go crazy, and he knew it was demeaning, to himself and Kyle. And in retrospect, he should shelf it to discuss it with Kyle or even his future therapist to discuss, but god fucking damn, his dick is in the mouth of someone who gets wannabe smartasses like Cartman shut up, and now- he's shutting him up with his dick. He has to discuss it with Kyle later on.
"Ky," Kenny groans, he feels the pressure in his abdomen starting to build up, almost tipping over. "Ky - gonna," And immediately, takes his mouth off, a tight grip on the base of Kenny's cock. "Fuck," Kenny curses loudly as he lurched forward, orgasm ripping away from him at the last minute. "Ky," he gasped. "Ky, Ky, Ky," he babbled.
Fuck. It's so disorienting, but it's so good being ripped away like that. When he told Kyle that he loved it after being walked in on one of their quickies, Kyle immediately put it into practice the same night. He's an expert at it, knowing all of Kenny's tells.
Kenny looks down to Kyle. Good thing he has his fingers still wrapped around his cock, because Kyle is just so pretty like this. His lips are red, spit dribbling around the corners of his mouth, and threads still connecting his mouth to Kenny's dick. He watches as Kyle's tongue swipes it, and then he pushes himself up to meet Kenny's tongue halfway, licking into him. He could taste himself on his tongue. Salty. Not quite as like last time, Kenny noted. Gurgling pints of juice did work.
"You're going to cum in me," Kyle said definitively against his lips. His eyes are dazed, like he fucked his mouth so hard on Kenny's dick whatever they'd studied so hard in Biology was displaced out of his brain.
And again, Kyle forcibly pushes Kenny down. This time Kyle rummages his bedside table for the lube, and climbs up to Kenny's stomach to make a show of his fingers on his knees. Kyle pours the lube on his fingers, on four of them, and he's in such a hurry, he inserts two fingers all inside at once. It elicits a groan, red eyelashes fluttering as he starts pumping them in and out. "Ken," he whimpers.
"You're doing so good baby," Kenny watches with bated breath, hands pressing and drawing circles onto Kyle's hips. Wishing so badly to help him, fuck him with his tongue, but knowing Kyle wants to do this himself. Treat Kenny like a princess and do everything himself, not that he's complaining at all. It's a wonderful treat.
"Kenny," Kyle breathes as he inserts another finger into himself.
"Stretch yourself properly baby," Kenny murmured with half-lidded eyes.
"Don't care," Kyle grunts, and starts grinding back on his three fingers, trying to stretch himself properly. "Want it to hurt," he says these heated words so softly, staring into Kenny's eyes.
"Fuck, Kyle," Kenny chuckles nervously, softly. Woah. That felt like a punch to his gut, that was so hot. Maybe Kyle was getting kinkier and kinkier. Shit, he's so lucky.
Kenny gets taken out of his thoughts, a second away from thanking the Gods in his head when Kyle moves down Kenny's torso to hover over his dick. He licks his lips looking down at it, but barely gives it a second as he grasps Kenny's dick with his fingers and guides it to his hole.
As soon as Kenny felt the tip of his cock touch Kyle's wet, lubed hole, they both groaned. Kenny watches Kyle in concentration, as he slowly sinks down, fingers on Kenny's cock until slowly. His thighs are shaking, as Kyle took a break halfway. Kyle moans. "Ken, why m- fuck,"
Kenny chuckles sitting up to kiss Kyle, trying to distract him. "My dick too big for you babe?" he waggles his eyebrows, but even that doesn't snap Kyle out as he rocks his hips experimentally before continuing moving his ass down.
"Hurts," Kyle mumbles against Kenny's lips. "I like it when- when - ah," Kyle groans, noticing when he finally fully envelopes Kenny. He groans too, at the tight wet heat, and combined with Kyle's words and it takes everything inside him to not cum within the first 3 minutes of being inside Kyle.
"You like it when it hurts, huh," Kenny manages to choke out breathlessly. He hasn't notice it himself at how breathless he is.
"Mm," Kyle agrees with a hum, and a nod. He sucks in a breath and pushes Kenny down, for the umpteenth time. "Now," Kyle gulps and assumes a comfortable position on his knees. "Relax," he orders.
Like a flip of a switch, Kyle starts bouncing. The confidence is enough to throw Kenny into a spiral. His posture is beautiful, artful even. Kyle's muscular and lean, hands resting on Kenny's abdomen, and pushing himself up and down on Kenny's cock as Kyle's cock bounced prettily along with his movements, precum messily leaking onto Kenny's stomach.
Kenny could only gasp and moan along, as he thrusts his hips up along with Kyle's. He feels the extra lube trailing down his cock, and watches as the wet threads between Kyle's hole and the base of Kenny's dick get messier and wetter.
"Kenny," Kyle moaned."Ughn, agh ah," Kyle bouncing gets rougher, grinding down now harder as both of them start to grow closer and closer to cumming. Especially after Kyle's stellar as fuck blowjob, Kenny sure as hell isn't going to last for long either.
"Shit," Kenny groans loudly, fingers digging into Kyle's thigh. "Ky, Ky' oh, I'm gonna-"
Kyle responds with a moan, eyebrow furrow as he speeds up, skin-on-skin slapping growing more frequent as Kenny throws his head back, eyes close and mouth open to a silent moan as he feels himself releasing inside Kyle - who continues bouncing, milking Kenny for everything he's worth before helping himself.
"Fuck, agh, Kenny," he wails, pumping his cock to finally cum himself over Kenny's stomach. His thighs shiver, and it travels along his body. "Ken, Kenny, Kenny," he babbles. "So much," he gasps, and curls in on himself, collapsing on top of Kenny unceremoniously.
A few moments pass, silence filled with panting breaths and murmurs of each other's name as they cool down from the adrenaline. Kenny meets Kyle's eyes first, and they both reach, meeting each other halfway. Their lips meld together, moving together smoothly, sensually, and they kiss until Kyle starts to hate the feeling of Kenny's soft penis inside him.
"Eugh," he grunts, and pulls out, trying to squeeze his asshole to not get Kenny's cum drooling out but to no avail. "Damn it," he curses while Kenny laughs, already sitting up.
"I'll go get a towel,"
"No!" Kyle yells after him, face flushing as if he hadn't been bouncing on dick barely 10 minutes ago.
"Huh?" Kenny frowns, "Babe, it's okay, I'll be gone in just a sec,"
"Kenny," Kenny hears Kyle whine from inside, as he immediately moves so he wouldn't hear his protests. Kenny shakes his head, feeling another Kyle-concern coming on. Kenny feels a bit giddy about the whole thing, that whole past 30 minutes was great. So fucking good. He's still in a bit of a daze about it though so he at least makes it quick, getting a wet, warm rag from the bathroom.
He comes back to a pouting Kyle, lying down, legs dangling on the edge of the bed. He perks up as soon as Kenny comes in the room, and sits up. "Kenny," he pulls him in, kissing him softly, unsubtly trying to take the rag from him. Kenny chuckles.
"Ky, babe," he murmurs, moving the rag away from his hands. Kyle tuts, annoyed and Kenny could only laugh.
"Let me take care of you,"
"You already did, Ky," Kenny kisses his forehead as he gently pushes Kyle to lie down, which he reluctantly does so. He trails the wet rag down to Kyle's stomach, lovingly patting down the skin around his dick. "Where's this coming from?"
Kyle looks straight up ahead, to the ceiling, biting his lip as if he was thinking and then meets Kenny's eyes. Kenny bumps Kyle's soft dick, with the rag before actually wiping him down, making Kyle snort.
"I think I'm just-" Kyle hums as Kenny started cleaning down to his balls. "I feel like I'm getting spoiled. By you," Kyle hums more as the rag pressed up against his hole now.
Oh. Kenny inhales, a warmth flowing in his gut. "Is that such a bad thing?"
Kyle chuckles softly as he took the rag next, sitting up now to clean Kenny's stomach. "No, I… I actually," Kyle bit his lip, gaze shying away from Kenny's. "I actually like getting spoiled? Especially if it's from you. And I kind of feel guilty about it. I know I shouldn't but at the same time, I don't want it to seem one-sided 'cause you're so important t- mmph,"
Kenny's hand tilts Kyle's chin up, effectively shutting him up. "You're rambling, stupid," Kenny chuckles softly with no heat behind his words. Jesus, that whole rant was about to turn him into putty, he had to stop him before Kenny just fulls on goes into slime.
"You're stupid," Kyle hums dazedly, his hand forgetting it's task of cleaning for a second, before he continues.
"And Kyle, I," Kenny sighs, bumping his forehead against him, meeting him eye to eye. "I love spoiling you, even though I don't have much,"
"And yet you keep giving me everything," Kyle murmurs, almost scowling. The rag discarded to the bedside table as it's job done.
Kenny snorts and he feels Kyle lead him to lie down, Kenny under Kyle's chin. "You deserve everything," Kenny murmurs.
Kenny could feel how much Kyle wants to roll his eyes all the way to Jupiter at that cheesy statement, but instead, he closes his eyes. "Let me take care of stuff too, okay?"
Kenny hums, closing his eyes as well and a smile on his lips. He's not going to win at all against Kyle is he?
"Okay?" Kyle presses.
"Okay,"
/ crossposted from ao3! R&Rs are always appreciated 3