Note: The dirty talk gets a little gross and Tweek is mean to Craig but he loves it! They are nasty boys, this was so much fun to write! But seriously, don't read it if you get uncomfortable. 3
"The plot is so transparent, man!" Tweek said, animating his hands to emphasize his point. Craig rolled his eyes, placing the remote on the arm of the couch after shutting off their TV. "Yeah, but my dick is bigger than yours." Craig crossed his legs and arms.
"What! What does that have to do with this?!" Tweek bellowed, so caught off guard he dropped his mug of coffee onto the coaster with a clang. The liquid sloshed, and Craig knew by Tweek's reaction he'd struck a nerve. Hehe, riling Tweek up was fun. "C'mon, babe. You know I've got at least two inches on you." Craig grinned wide at Tweek, who had picked his mug back up and was shaking his head, muttering to himself. They had been play-arguing about some TV show being better than another, playful jabs thrown in here and there. After calling him a buttwipe, Tweek made a good point about Show A having a less predictable plot than Show B, and Craig said his epitaph. Tweek glared at him once he said his last words, taking large gulps of his coffee until it was gone as some sort of threat. He set it back down and rubbed his hands together as though they were cold, licking his lips to ensure he'd ingested every last drop of caffeine. "You think my dick is small, huh?" He asked, his tone on edge. Craig shrugged like an idiot. "I mean, you know mine can get deep in you, babe. Yours can only go, like, barely past my good spot." Tweek nodded, a calculated motion of his head. For a moment, Craig wondered if he'd actually hurt Tweek's feelings.
But he knew he hadn't when he saw the bulge in Tweek's pants. "Dude, I didn't know you were into SPH-" Tweek turned to face him and clapped a hand over his mouth, leaning in with a toothy smile. "You really think my dick is small Craig? You think it can't fuck you the way you deserve?" Craig honestly swallowed. He could smell the coffee on his breath, see that fire in his blue eyes. Tweek was horny, that was clear by this point, but he was also angry. Angry Tweek was a rough Tweek. Tweek's hand slid downward, from his mouth to his white cotton t-shirt. He pinched a nipple through the soft material, twisting it for good measure. "Gah-OW!" Craig squirmed in his seat, gripping Tweek by the wrist and pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Their mouths gnashed, the sounds of wet mouth on mouth exciting them further.
Craig couldn't help himself when Tweek spoke to him like that. He considered himself mostly top-leaning and dominant, and that certainly seemed to satisfy Tweek. But good God, Tweek could do such things to him, things that would make a succubus blush. This seemed to be one of those times, if the way Tweek had stood after ceasing to kiss him, towering over his disheveled, sitting form was hint enough.
Tweek palmed himself through his sweatpants, pointing to the adjacent wall. "Get over there," he told Craig. He growled like an evil spirit when Craig took too long to register what he'd said. "Now!" Tweek barked his final warning at Craig, who seemed to finally snap out of his submissive stupor and stood on shaky legs. He was taller than Tweek by a few inches, but making a comment on that to that glaring face would earn his ass a beating far worse than what he was already in for. Swallowing in apprehensive anticipation, he obeyed his boyfriend, making his way to the wall and standing with his back pressed to it.
Tweek pulled out a drawer in the coffee table, picking up and pocketing a small bottle of lubricant they kept for romantic movie nights. If only Craig weren't being so bad, then he would've gotten a nice blowjob and some riding like Tweek had originally planned. He'd even cleaned himself quite well in preparation, but it was for nothing now. He stopped caring even slightly when he gripped Craig's throat in his hand, leaning in and waiting patiently, eyes unmoving and cold into Craig's own green ones.
Tweek heard their affirmative safeword come out of Craig's mouth like a prayer. That was all the green light he needed to release his inner demon on this stupid slut. He immediately had him pressed against the living room wall, kissing him hard. Tongue and teeth and lips pressing against each other with fervor. Tweek was the aggressor here. "Finger yourself for me, Craig. Open up before I tear into you," Tweek commanded, hot breath over Craig's mouth. He handed Craig the lube before yanking his plaid pajama pants down to the floor and squatting down to lift his legs up, removing the pants entirely. Craig shook unnoticeably, warming the lube between his fingers and licking his lips when he saw Tweek's throbbing dick sticking out of the button fly of his brown sweatpants. It twitched with intent, beading precum at the tip. Tweek even had his balls out, plump and heavy and hairy. Craig saw them jump slightly when he finally pressed his index finger into his ass. Tweek's hand pumped it roughly as the other rested on the wall next to Craig, watching him impatiently.
"Ahh…" Craig couldn't keep himself from letting out a small moan when he had two fingers squirming around inside, the stretching feeling so good after going months without it. His thoughts of bottoming more often were interrupted when Tweek tsked at him, slipping his index finger over his leaking precum and sticking it into Craig's mouth. "Don't you fucking make a sound, Craig. You're gonna need your voice." Craig nodded twice, barely moving his head enough to be an affirmative motion. He sucked the precum off of Tweek's finger, swallowing it along with the accumulated saliva in his mouth. Tweek grinned up at him, looking like a fucking villain.
Craig gave Tweek the lube, turning around and bracing himself against the wall, leaning his upper body into the cold surface and spreading his legs apart to accommodate Tweek, who had stepped back to allow him room. Craig had his entire lower body stuck out and entirely presented. The barista threw the lube on the couch once he'd covered his palm in it and used his clean hand to smack Craig's ass, who cried out and curled his fingers into the wall.
Tweek slicked his fist over his dick, inner side facing him. "I'm gonna fuck your intestines out, hrgh I'm gonna fuck you 'til they spill out on the fucking floor!" Tweek…had some deranged dirty talk when he was riled up like this, when he was in a rage but rock-hard and about to demolish Craig's stupid little asshole. Craig trembled slightly- he knew Tweek wasn't really going to give him a prolapse, but he knew he was in for a hell of a pounding. Maybe he should have fingered himself before pissing off his boyfriend like this.
A thick cockhead pressed unrelentingly against his hole, not slowly but quickly, unlike when Tweek was usually topping him. This was an aggressive entry, even the veins seemed to pulse with rage. "Unh!" Craig cried out when Tweek was fully inside. He whimpered and bared his teeth, the pain of his rectum being stretched by cock coursing throughout his lower half. He squeaked when his boyfriend slid back out almost entirely, only a touch of him remaining inside. Tweek snarled and slammed back inside of him, setting a punishing pace right from the start. "AH, fuck!" Craig dropped his forehead into the wall, progressively getting louder as his boyfriend ravaged him relentlessly. "Oh, ohh! Right there- yessss..!" Craig's nails dug into the wall, scraping against it as his prostate was hit dead-on, over and over again.
Tweek raked his untrimmed nails down Craig's sweaty back, snarling out, "GRR- you fu-cking think a small dick can fuck your stupid fucking brains out?! You little BITCH!" He grabbed a plush handful of ass, digging into it like a slab of meat. Craig drew a long whine into a pathetic moan, wailing out apologies when Tweek started to fuck him so hard he almost collapsed from the sheer force alone. "Oh god honey-ungh you know I-AH love your cock! I was just mmm..oh, joking..!" Tweek grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking it back harshly. "You think my cock is a joke? Huh?!" Craig couldn't say anything, he couldn't think of a reply, he could only focus on the feeling of Tweek's thick cock rampaging through his insides and the wet dribble of drool going down his chin.
Tweek wasn't having that. This stupid tease would fucking answer him. "Answer me, bitch boy!" He commanded with a stronger pull. Craig grimaced, whimpering pitifully in his boyfriend's death grip. "Argh! No! No, I don't!" He cried. The caffeinated sadist smacked a hand down on his ass, the clap of flesh reverberating along with Craig's desperate moans. He released his hold on Craig's hair, slowing his thrusting and grabbing both his arms at the elbows. He held his arms backwards like a vice, speeding his hips back up even more than before. Craig squealed like a stuck pig, his arms aching at the awkward angle but loving every second of it.
"You think you deserve my cock? I could pull out and hngh fuckin' leave you here if it's not enough for your little hole." Tweek accentuated his threat with a motion angled sharply, nailing Craig's prostate hard. Craig's knees nearly buckled entirely, relying on his boyfriend to hold him up for a moment. He shook his head fervently, a sobbing moan escaping him. "Please babe, pleaseplease keep fucking me, ohhh GOD- yes! I-I love it! I'll do anything-" Craig's begging was cut off by Tweek biting down into one of his arms, teeth digging into the flesh like cutlery. Tweek licked the bitewound with a hiss, spitting down onto his back. "Yeah? You're my little fuckhole, aren't you?" Another bite, more licking. Craig nodded furiously, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "You should be thanking me! No one else would be fucking such an ungrateful disgusting whore like you! You're so pathetic, taking a cock you don't even like, aren't you?!" Tweek shoved his arms forwards, back against the wall and didn't even give him a second before he had him by the hips, pounding into him like a rabid animal. Craig grunted at his sudden impact with the wall, but he didn't let it impede his groveling. "Yes I am! Oh God, I'm so fucking pathetic, I need it! I-Ah!" His arms, slick from sweat, slithered against the wall as he writhed in his boyfriend's grasp, ceasing the motion when Tweek's nails dug into his hips. "Stay still then!" Tweek commanded him, continuing to use his boyfriend like a glory hole.
He slid a hand up Craig's torso, stopping at his chest and kneading it. He would intermittently pinch and twist a nipple, eliciting outright howls from Craig's sore throat. "You like me groping your fucking tits, Craig? I know you like it, you nasty bitch. Mmm, listen at you, you can barely take my cock! You still think it's small?" Tweek asked through bared teeth, pulling roughly on Craig's nipple. The bottom boy wailed, involuntarily arching his back and pleading with Tweek. "G-God! Please, Tweek-" Not the right answer. "Don't fucking 'please' me! Answer me! Is my cock too fuckin' small for you?! You need my fist instead, you stupid little asshole?!" Teeth ground as Craig whined, getting closer and closer to splattering cum on the wall. Tweek took notice, he knew Craig was getting there when he couldn't do anything but whine, and he laughed almost evilly over him. "You're gonna cum soon, huh? Gonna get it all over the nice wall? I'm gonna rub your face in it, make you sorry!" Tweek let go of his nipple and moved his hand down to his leaking cock, jerking it without care. "Do it then! Tell me you're fuckin' sorry! Mhhgh," Tweek demanded. "I'm so so sorry, Tweek!
Tweek slowed once more, and briefly. Craig felt him pushing his neck down, and he bent his back and neck downwards in obedience. He could see how Tweek was fucking him, how his own cock swayed and bounced heavily, precum dripping down onto the wooden floor in a slow trickle. "Yeah, good boy, watch me fuck you. You love seeing me fuck your tight little ass, don't hnh-don't you? Dirty little fuckslut!" His rapid pace had been reached, he was fucking Craig harder than ever, looking down at his curled form and spitting on his back again. The wet splatter made Craig's cock kick up. Craig squeezed down deliciously on Tweek, completely fucked into a stupor and barely able to hold himself up. The slapping of pale skin on darker skin echoed hand-in-hand with the snarls of Tweek and the cries of Craig. "Hhah, ah! Gonna-gonna fill you up! Oh yeah, gonna fill you up good, Craig- Gah!" Craig felt Tweek's cock twitch sharply inside of him. The raw, unbridled sensation of cum spraying directly into his sensitive gland had him toppling into an unforgettable orgasm. Craig outright screamed. He could feel Tweek's balls twitching against his perineum. The feelings were so intense- All of the degrading insults, the scraping of fingernails against his skin, the endless ramming against his p-spot, it all accumulated into a burst of semen straight onto their living room wall. "Oh! Ah, ah Tweek! Please fucking breed me- I love you!" Craig felt Tweek squeeze him more firmly. "Hnnlove you too- Ah! Yes!" Tweek's thrusts didn't slow until he'd deposited every last drop of his cum into his boyfriend, and once he had, he stayed put. They both panted heavily, mouths dry and lungs aching. Craig slipped down, nearly falling. Tweek had to wrap an arm around his torso to catch him, pulling him up and supporting him. Tweek finally pulled out and hummed when he felt his cum trickle down his thigh, knowing that he had left Craig well-bred, as he deserved. Craig held onto Tweek's arm and appreciated the feeling of the hair on his palms. "You good, tiger?" Tweek asked, holding Craig tightly to keep him standing.
Craig's panting slowed, and he swallowed. He reached up and wiped the spit off of his chin. "...yeah, I'm good, babe. Can you help me over to the couch? I can't walk." Tweek immediately complied. "I'm sorry Craig..! Was I too rough?" Panic strong in his voice, he started to shake. Craig shook his head no. "No no babe- it was great, but it's just been awhile since you've fucked me-" Craig comforted Tweek, patting him on the arm. Tweek pressed a soft kiss onto his shoulder, leading him over to the couch.
The two boyfriends sat down, a towel underneath them to protect the fabric from being soiled. Tweek went to the kitchen and got them both some water, which Craig drank gratefully. "Goddamn, babe. Remind me to never make fun of your dick again," Craig sighed, fucked-out and feeble. Tweek smiled sweetly, placing his water bottle down onto a coaster and leaning in to snuggle him, pulling a blanket over the two of them. "Maybe you should, tiger. That was a lot of fun," he cooed, trailing a finger up Craig's arm. Craig smiled. "Maybe I should."