HARD AND FAST

Boys will be boys.

STANxKYLE slash.

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Sex between the two teenage boys was always pure, rough, and carnal. It was fueled by white-hot desire and a rage of hormones. It could be violent and dirty, purely savage and animalistic.

Kyle's ragged breaths and hoarse praises, Stan's sweat covered body and blurred vison, all too much to bare. It took all that they had to not just fall into each other and lose control.

Stan was a gift from the gods. How else could he be so unimaginably perfect? Kyle was sure of it as he took pure ecstacy in running his fingertips up and down Stan's body. He groaned loudly at the feel of his friend's skin. Stan's body was covered in miles of endless tanned skin, covering strong muscles. Kyle leaned over Stan to run his hot tongue over his collarbone, down his chest, and against his abs. He slid back up to tease Stan's left nipple with his white teeth, getting a more than satisfying, pleading moan from his friend.

"Fuck, Kyle." Stan panted, shifting uncomfortably.

Kyle grinned, glancing up at the other boy, his tongue still probing warm flesh. He held his gaze on Stan's handsome face, sapphire blue eyes, and charcoal black hair. Kyle could feel his pulse pounding in his ears as he dipped back down again and placed hungry kisses around Stan's navel.

Stan's back arched and he let out another moan. "Fuck...Oh fuck. Hurry-y the hell up K-kyle..."

Kyle didn't need any further prompting. He let out a growl, shoving Stan roughly into the bed's headboard. Stan gave a pained grunt, wincing at the throbbing pain in his shoulder, but all the more turned-on by his boyfriend's aggression. Kyle wasted no time in nipping at Stan's neck as he practically ripped the boxers from his friend's body. Once the boxers were pulled down enough to give him access, Kyle lowered his head and desperately sank his teeth in, Stan bucking and ripping at the sheets with his nails.

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Their romantic side came out in the after-sex glow, laying sweaty and naked on Stan's bed, exhausted and satisfied. Stan leaned over Kyle, stroking the tattoo on his side lazily. Kyle rolled over to face him, giving his friend his signature lop-sided grin.

"I love you." Kyle murmured, taking Stan by surprise. Kyle rarely admitted his deepest feelings, and although Stan knew that Kyle loved him, he just didn't get to hear it that often.

Stan leaned over, praising the toned boy with a passionate kiss. The skater kissed back, leaning up on his elbow to stay connected with his lover's lips.

When they broke away, Stan placed a hand on the side of Kyle's face, losing himself in Kyle's mismatched eyes. "I love you, too."

"I know. You couldn't stop screaming that." Kyle replied with a smirk. Stan just shrugged and leaned over, his lips grazing Kyle's ear.

"How can I not when you're so damn hot?" He whispered, a hand running through Kyle's sweaty hair.

A sharp prick of desire stung Kyle, but he was too tired to do anything about it. He leaned back and let his head rest on Stan's chest, another thing that he didn't do very often.

Stan smiled, breathing in Kyle's scent and enjoying the moment of closeness. He wrapped his arms around Kyle's strong torso from behind, settling his chin into the crook of Kyle's neck. He let his eyes fall closed, comforted by the weight and warmth of Kyle's body on his own.

Stan noticed that his lover's breaths had gotten shallow and less frequent. Kyle had fallen asleep. Stan kissed his cheek and pulled a sheet up over their cooling bodies.

Kyle liked everything hard and fast, so Stan valued moments like this.

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Sweetfur