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author's note: I had to write a domestic established-relationship kyman fic or I was going to explode. They are MARRIED and SO IN LOVE you guys, it makes me INSANE. Expect domestic shenanigans and excessive smut with feelings. Enjoy!
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It's a little after nine o'clock at night, and Kyle has just finished putting the kids to bed. The house is quiet and peaceful, a rarity in their family, so Kyle relishes in it. As he makes his way back to the first floor, he pauses on the stairs a moment to look out the window. He watches the snow falling soundlessly outside, though it's pitch black out so the snow is only visible in the beams under the street lamps.
The flakes are nice and fluffy so he knows it'll be a great day for sledding tomorrow. He smiles to himself thinking about how excited the kids will be when he offers to take them to the big hill at the end of the cul-de-sac. It's got a decent sized creek at the bottom, which is why most other parents in the neighborhood don't want their kids sledding there, but the added danger of falling into the water if you don't stop in time makes it more exciting. So, of course, most of them ignore their parents and sled there anyway. Kyle knows he would have done the same if he was a kid so he doesn't judge them too harshly for it. He figures it's better to have them do it supervised than just telling them not to go at all. He considers it damage control.
Kyle continues down the stairs and walks to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, cracks the lid open, and goes over to couch. When he sits, he lets out a long sigh of relief.
It's been a long ass day. He's exhausted from work at the clinic and running a shitton of errands and having to clean up cat puke and wrangling the kids to do their homework and making them actually eat their vegetables at dinner and breaking up several petty sibling fights… to name a few things. He loves his kids to death, but he can't help but look forward to this time in the evening, when they're unconscious and he can have some time to himself without worrying about them injuring each other or themselves.
Kyle takes his time drinking his beer and slouches deeper into the couch, which probably isn't good for his back but he's too tired to care right now. After a few minutes the cat saunters into the living room and meows loudly at him. She's a chubby black and white tuxedo cat named Oreo. Yeah, super original, right? But that's what happens when you let a four and a six-year-old name the family pet.
Kyle chuckles and shakes his head. "You feeling better, misses kitty?"
Oreo meows again and gives him a slow blink, tail flicking a few times.
"I'll take that as a yes," Kyle says. She hops up onto the couch with a quiet "mrrp!" and settles herself down on Kyle's lap, purring like crazy. Kyle rolls his eyes and pets her with his free hand.
"You gotta stop eating the fake plants, dumbass," he scolds. "Plastic isn't good for you."
The cat keeps on purring and leans into Kyle's hand when he goes to scratch her tiny cheek. Kyle sighs. Cats are so stupid sometimes but he loves this little asshole anyway. Much like his husband.
He's still sitting on the couch with Oreo, scrolling through news articles on his phone and almost done with his beer when he hears the garage door open.
Eric's home.
Oreo jumps off Kyle's lap and goes running to the back door to greet him, meowing excitedly. The cat likes Kyle well enough but it's clear who her favorite dad is between the two of them. It's probably because Eric feeds her extra treats when he thinks Kyle isn't looking but that's neither here nor there. Eric's always been more of a cat person than him anyway so he doesn't take it personally.
Kyle polishes off his beer, sets the empty can on the coffee table, and follows Oreo. When he gets to the mud room, he finds Eric is leaning over and petting Oreo, who is rubbing up against his leg affectionately and purring.
"Hey," Kyle says. "How was the PTA meeting?"
Eric stands upright and gives Kyle an annoyed, weary look. He pulls his heavy winter coat off, hangs it on the rack, then wordlessly walks over to Kyle and pulls him into a hug. He rests his forehead on Kyle's shoulder and Kyle wraps his arms around him in return, rubbing his back.
"That bad, huh?"
"Brenda. Is such. A BITCH," Eric groans into Kyle's shirt. After a moment Eric leans back and looks Kyle in the eye. "I swear to God, if I have to hear her complain about the bake sale one more fucking time, I'm gonna slash all the tires of her stupid fucking Chevy suburban."
Kyle laughs. "Who's Brenda again?" he asks.
"Suzy Quigley's mom," Eric replies, disdain saturating his voice as he practically spits the words out. Suzy is a girl in their youngest's class, and while she acts perfectly fine for a kindergartener, her mom is… well, kind of a bitch. They've met a few times at various school functions and she always manages to piss somebody off by being ridiculously passive-aggressive to the other parents.
"Oh yeah, I know who you're talking about. She sucks."
"Right?! She's so fucking whiney and annoying!"
Kyle chooses not to point out that Eric can be very whiney and annoying himself, because he doubts he'd be able to see the irony. Kyle shrugs and nods.
"Well if you do end up slashing her tires, don't use any of the kitchen knives," Kyle says. "Those things are too expensive to use on rubber."
Eric scoffs. "Aw, c'mon. What else am I supposed to slash her tires with then?" he complains.
Kyle squints in thought for a second. "Do we still have that axe in the garage?"
Eric's eyebrows shoot up as he snaps his fingers and points at Kyle. "Oh! Yeah, we do! Good thinking, Kyle. Better to use something more heavy-duty." He purses his lips and his voice turns contemplative like it always does when he's scheming. "Maybe I can break the windows while I'm at it. That should send a message."
Kyle snorts and covers his mouth with one hand.
"What?" Eric asks.
"You said 'doody,'" Kyle snickers.
Eric scoffs and smacks him on the shoulder, but Kyle can tell he's trying to hide his smile.
"Oh, hah hah, Kyle. What are you, four years old?"
"Says the man who still laughs at fart jokes," Kyle retorts.
"Hey! I'm being seriously, can't you see I'm in emotional distress?" Eric pouts and gives Kyle a pleading puppy-dog-eye look.
Kyle clicks his tongue. "Aw, my poor baby," he says sarcastically, petting the hair at the nape of his neck. "There, there."
Despite the sarcasm, Eric shuffles closer to Kyle and rests his head against his shoulder again, squeezing him tight and groaning dramatically. Kyle rolls his eyes but also can't help but kiss the top of his head.
He indulges Eric for another short moment, then Kyle pulls away and beckons Eric to follow him.
"Come on inside. Let's get you ready for bed, you big baby."
Eric lets out a long sigh. "Fiiiine."
He kicks off his shoes and leans down to pick up the cat, who makes a tiny, questioning "mrrp?" as Eric gathers her in his arms.
"Be careful with her," Kyle warns. "She threw up just after you left."
"Again?!" Eric exclaims. He narrows his eyes at the ball of fur he's holding. "Oh, you little shit."
"She keeps eating the fake plants."
"Jesus Christ," Eric sighs. Then he looks down at Oreo again who just stares back at him with wide, innocent eyes. "If you fuck up your stomach you've got no one to blame but yourself, little missy," he scolds.
The cat meows quietly at him. Eric shakes his head with disapproval but continues cuddling her affectionately.
"How are the non-furry babies?" Eric asks as they ascend the stairs.
"Fine, just put them to bed," Kyle replies. "I was thinking we could take them sledding tomorrow. We're supposed to get a shitton of snow."
Eric smiles warmly. "Oh, they'd love that. But you better take them to the big hill by the creek or they'll never forgive you."
Kyle laughs. "Of course."
Eric sets Oreo down in the hallway and they make their way quietly to the kids' bedroom. Kyle cracks the door open a bit and peers inside. Luckily, they're both asleep, with Emily splayed out like a starfish and Jake curled up in a ball in their respective beds. When Kyle looks over at Eric, he's got a big dopey smile on his face.
"Oh my God, they are so fucking cute," Eric whispers, holding a hand up to cover his mouth with his fingers. "I love them so much."
Kyle smiles too and wraps an arm around Eric's waist, squeezing him in a half-hug.
"Me too," he says.
Eric tiptoes through the threshold and crouches down to arrange the blankets to cover them up better and give each of them a kiss on the top of their heads. Oreo manages to slip past Kyle's legs and sneak inside the bedroom out of curiosity, so Eric has to pick her up again on his way out despite her meowing protests, plopping her back down in the hallway. Apparently tired of being manhandled, she saunters back down the stairs, tail flicking with irritation.
They close the kids' door and make their way over to the master bedroom.
Eric sighs.
"They're so adorable when they're asleep, it almost makes me forget how much of a pain the ass they are when they're awake," Eric mutters. "How many tantrums did Jake throw today? Like five?"
Kyle laughs. "Yeah, five sounds about right. That's toddlers for you." They weren't little tantrums either. One of them was brought on by Jake not wanting to change into his pajamas for whatever reason so Kyle had to chase him around the house as he stomped around screaming, wearing only his pull-ups. It took a good twenty-five minutes before he finally settled down. He adores their kids but they can be a handful, to say the least.
"Ugh," Eric groans, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "The things I do for love. I gotta get me some earplugs."
When they get inside the bedroom, Eric makes a bee-line for the bed and flops face-down onto the mattress with a sigh.
Kyle sits next to him on the edge of the bed and rubs his back.
"Long day?"
Eric turns his head to face him and shoots him an annoyed look.
"What do you think, Kyle?" he says, extremely put-out.
"Yeah, I'm tired too," Kyle says, smiling at his cute, disgruntled expression. Eric's glasses are getting smushed between the mattress and his face so Kyle reaches over and takes them off, folding and placing them on the bedside table. Eric blinks at him, frowning a little, but the frown disappears when Kyle lies down on his side close to him and starts combing his hair away from his forehead.
Eric sighs and closes his eyes.
"I am so sick of having to tell people what to do," Eric complains. "You'd think the stupid PTA people would be able to make, like, at least one decision on their own. But they all just run around like chickens with their heads cut off! Like how much do we have to debate whether the bake sale should have pink lemonade or regular lemonade?" Eric throws his hands up. "They fucking taste the same! Just fucking pick one!"
Kyle snorts a short laugh and continues threading his fingers through Eric's hair, which is starting to go gray around his temples. As much as Eric laments his lost youth like the drama queen he is, Kyle thinks it actually looks good on him.
What can he say, Kyle likes the silver fox look. Eric can definitely pull it off.
"Have you considered that they're just trying not to piss you off?" Kyle suggests, raising an eyebrow.
Eric blows a short raspberry. "They'd piss me off a lot less if they actually did their goddamn jobs right," he mutters.
Kyle laughs through his nose and leans down to kiss him on the cheek.
"Well, I appreciate you helping out at the school," Kyle says. "And I know the kids do, too. They like seeing you there."
And Kyle means it, wholeheartedly. Kyle's work schedule doesn't allow for him to participate in PTA type stuff the same way Eric's able to, so he's glad at least one of them is more involved in their kids' school activities.
Eric's still a lazy bastard on most fronts, especially when it comes to cleaning or doing dishes and other housekeeping shit that Kyle has to force him to do, often with not-so-thinly-veiled threats of violence. But one of the things Eric doesn't slack on is parenting, and Kyle loves him for it.
Whether it's making their lunches every morning, playing dress-up and doing tea parties with them, reading to them, driving them to doctor's appointments, you name it. Eric does so much for their kids on top of his ever-rotating array of odd-job projects. He even stays to watch all of Emily's peewee soccer games despite the fact Kyle knows it makes him want to rip his hair out because the kids playing are so clueless. It mostly consists of some brat kicking the ball to the corner and all of them crowding around the ball in a big circle trying to kick it again before it eventually goes out of bounds. It's adorable, but admittedly frustrating to watch.
Eric hums and smiles, his eyes shining from the compliment.
"Aww, thanks honey," Eric says sweetly. Then he clears his throat and his expression turns smug as he snuggles further into the mattress. "Good to get some goddamn recognition around here."
Kyle rolls his eyes and kisses him again, on the mouth this time. After Kyle pulls away, they look at each other. Kyle reaches out to hold his face and pet his cheek with his thumb. It's quiet for a moment.
"What?" Eric asks.
"You're cute when you blush like that," Kyle says.
Saying that makes Eric blush harder, eyes wide, which of course Kyle adores. Eric's gaze flickers between Kyle's eyes and his mouth, blinking slowly, so Kyle takes the hint and kisses him again. This time he lingers, moving his lips gently against Eric's and holding his face, reveling in the small humming noises he coaxes out of him.
Kyle pulls away again and sits up, and predictably Eric has a smitten, faraway look on his face. He can practically see the floating hearts over his head.
An idea pops into Kyle's head and he raises an eyebrow.
"So you're sick of telling people what to do, huh?" Kyle asks with a smirk, brushing Eric's hair back from his face. "I thought you loved telling people what to do."
Eric blinks away his lovesick stupor and scoffs, rolling over onto his back.
"Uh, yeah. Obviously. But not when it comes to stupid shit like PTA projects!" he complains. "It's not fun, Kahl . It's fucking lame and annoying for no goddamn reason."
Kyle hums in thought, then leans over him and kisses along Eric's jaw right under his ear. His voice is low and soft when he asks his next question.
"Hm. Well. How about instead I tell you what to do for tonight?" He presses a few more slow kisses there and he can feel Eric shiver under his hold, clutching at Kyle's sweater. Kyle draws back again and looks at Eric pointedly, waiting for his response.
Eric stares for a second and his face turns impossibly redder.
"O-oh," he stutters. "It's— I mean, uh…" Eric swallows, but then he nods quickly. "Yes please."
Kyle smiles and gives him a brief kiss on the lips.
"Okay. Do you need a few minutes?"
Eric shakes his head.
"No, uh. Now— now's good," he says, not quite meeting Kyle's eyes and fidgeting with his hands. God, Kyle fucking loves when he gets all shy and flustered like this. It's so ridiculously endearing.
"Alright. Take your shirt off for me," Kyle says.
Eric lets out a short breath and does as he's told, hands shaking a little as he unbuttons his shirt. Kyle leans over him again and kisses him on the cheek as a reward, then moves down and leaves a trail of soft kisses until he reaches under his jaw, sucking gently at his pulse point. Eric sighs and tilts his head back. Kyle helps him undo the last few shirt buttons and lets it fall down from Eric's shoulders, who shimmies his arms until it comes all the way off and falls in a heap around his torso. Eric immediately brings his arms up to hold Kyle closer.
Now that Eric's upper body is more exposed, Kyle can't help but slip his hands beneath Eric's undershirt and pet his chubby belly, scratching his nails lightly through his happy trail, squeezing the sides and savoring how warm and soft he is under his palms. Eric groans and digs his fingers into Kyle's shoulders.
Kyle pushes up Eric's undershirt and leans back briefly to take it all the way off, with Eric sitting up and lifting his arms up to help him. He tosses the shirt aside and goes back to feeling up his belly, sucking at Eric's neck again to make him let out these quiet, needy whines.
Eventually Kyle starts to get impatient and pushes Eric further up on the bed until his head's resting on the pillow. Kyle follows and kneels between his legs, taking in the sight of his husband all nice and laid out in front of him, right where he should be. Right where he belongs.
Kyle lays his hands on Eric's thighs and slides them up slowly, teasing. Eric groans, squirming, and Kyle smirks.
"It's alright," Kyle murmurs, leaning over to kiss him on the temple, the corner of his jaw, the helix of his ear. "Relax, Eric. I'll take care of you."
"Mmh, Kyle," Eric keens, clutching at Kyle's body to pull him closer.
Their mouths meet and they lose themselves in each other for a long while. Kyle never gets tired of kissing his husband, especially when he's able to have Eric under him like this so he can use the leverage to his advantage, pressing Eric down into the mattress and taking in his warmth. Kyle takes Eric's wrists and pins them above his head, squeezing possessively. He can feel Eric instantly go more lax beneath him. He sighs into Kyle's mouth.
Kyle leans back and Eric chases his lips for a second before he gets too far away, letting his head fall back to the pillow again. Eric's eyes blink open and he looks kind of drunk, mouth parted slightly, breathing hard. His lips have gained more color from their kissing, a darker pink to match his flushed cheeks. His milk chocolate eyes are dilated and shining as he looks up at Kyle.
He is so fucking beautiful like this.
"Look at you," Kyle murmurs, releasing his wrists and feeling up the sides of his torso, moving one hand up to reach his tit and fondle it roughly in his palm. Eric bites his bottom lip and arches his back slightly.
He indulges in groping Eric's chest for a moment, makes him squirm, then he moves his hand higher up to Eric's face, cupping his cheek.
"You're going to be good for me tonight, aren't you?" Kyle says in a low voice, but it's not really a question and Eric knows it.
"Yes Kyle, I'll be good," Eric replies immediately, breathlessly. Kyle smiles.
"That's right," Kyle says. He strokes Eric's chubby cheek and Eric leans into his touch, eyes flickering shut.
Kyle slides his hand down to palm between Eric's legs, and Eric lets out a gasping moan, hips twitching.
"Damn, you're so hard already," Kyle murmurs in surprise, slowly rubbing Eric's cock through his slacks.
"Ah—!" Eric cries out, shuddering when Kyle teases the tip.
"Take these off," Kyle says, plucking at his waistband. Eric nods and lifts his hips off the mattress so he can undo his fly and slide them down along with his boxers in one go. Kyle takes his cock in hand again and Eric moans, soft and desperate.
"Kyle," Eric gasps, clawing at his back. Kyle leans down to kiss him and Eric immediately opens his mouth, hips twitching up into Kyle's grip.
Kyle nips hard at Eric's bottom lip and he cries out in pain, quickly followed by a low moan as he lets his jaw go more lax. Kyle sucks at the wound for a long moment before soothing it with his tongue, tasting a fleeting tinge of blood. Not too much, but enough that he knows Eric really felt that. He gives Eric a long, slow kiss as a small consolation.
Running his fingertips over Eric's length, he feels the steady drips of pre leaking out of him and trailing down his shaft.
"You're leaking so much," Kyle murmurs. "You like it when I bite you, Eric?"
Eric takes a shuddering breath and he nods.
"Yeah," he whispers.
Kyle smiles, eyes glinting with delight.
"Good. 'Cause I'm gonna bite you some more."
With that he attacks Eric's neck, making him gasp as soon as Kyle's lips touch the delicate skin at his pulse point, and cry out as soon as Kyle sinks his teeth in.
"Ngh—! Oh God, Kyle. Sh-shit…" Eric moans, letting his head fall back further, exposing more of his neck for Kyle to devour. He threads his fingers into Kyle's hair to hold him there.
Kyle indulges in shallow nips and a few sharper bites, not hard enough to draw blood this time but he knows he's leaving deep bruises. Especially since every bite is interspersed with long, indulgent sucking and kissing at each bit of skin he targets. He keeps trailing his fingers up and down Eric's cock, teasing, not letting him get too worked up because he wants to draw this out as long as possible.
He wants to see him squirm.
When he finally pulls back again to look at the blooming dark pink and purple all along the side of his neck, Kyle feels a strong swell of pride at how much of a mess he's turned Eric into. His expression is gorgeous, eyes half-lidded with lust and longing, mouth hanging open to accommodate his heavy breaths, lips plush and pink and so damn kissable it's insane.
"I think you're gonna need a turtleneck tomorrow," Kyle teases quietly. He ghosts over the bruises with his fingertips.
At that, Eric gives a breathless laugh.
"You're the one that decided to gnaw on my neck like a rawhide," he replies. He combs his fingers through Kyle's hair at the nape of his neck, giving him little goosebumps down his spine.
"Do you want me to stop?" Kyle asks.
"Don't you fucking dare."
Kyle grins wickedly and goes for the other side of Eric's neck. Eric lets out a yelp at the next bite, followed by a needy whine. He grips tightly at Kyle's shoulders, digging his nails in a little every time Kyle gives him another nip.
After a good while, Kyle deems Eric's neck suitably wrecked and, going by the way he's squirming with impatience and practically whimpering now, Kyle knows what he needs to do. He pulls away despite Eric's noises of protest and sits back on his legs.
"Get on your hands and knees, Eric," Kyle says. His own voice is rough and low with arousal, and he can see the effect it has on his husband, whose eyes dilate impossibly further at the command.
Eric's throat works as he gulps and nods, moving to sit up with a quiet grunt. Kyle takes his hand and helps pull him upright. He gives Eric a short but heavy kiss right before shoving at his shoulders to turn him around.
"Hands and knees," he demands again, but it's more of a growl, laced with impatience because Eric's moving too slow for his liking.
"Okay, okay, Kyle," Eric says breathlessly, and to his credit quickly scrambles into position, letting his head hang between his shoulders.
The sight of his husband presenting his bare back and ass, completely shameless, makes Kyle unintentionally bite his lip. Eric's body is trembling with anticipation, the soft swells of flesh along his torso taunting Kyle with how grabbable they are, his round and equally grabbable ass on full display. A light sheen of sweat is gathering on Eric's skin, making him almost glow in the low light.
Kyle's getting warm himself so he takes off his sweater and t-shirt, tossing them aside before he situates himself on his knees behind Eric.
Kyle runs his palm from the small of Eric's back all the way up his spine, appreciating the trail of goosebumps he leaves behind, then sinks his fingers into his thick hair and gives it a tug.
"Ah!" Eric yelps. His cock twitches and a drop of pre leaks from the tip onto the sheets below.
"You look so good like this," Kyle says. He gives his hair another tug, harder this time, and Eric cries out again.
"Ngh, Kyle. Oh God, please Kyle," Eric whines, squirming.
Kyle leans in close to his ear.
"Hmm?"
"Please Kyle, I need you so fucking bad, God just— just—c'mon please," Eric babbles, eyes squeezed shut as he trembles with need.
Kyle combs his fingers through the hair at the nape and kisses the back of his neck, slow and tender.
"I love it when you beg for me," Kyle murmurs, giving him another long kiss to his neck. Eric lets out a shaky sigh.
Kyle reaches over to the bedside drawer and takes out their well-used bottle of lube. He clicks it open and coats his fingers with it, then gently starts to lube up Eric's hole. Eric keens and backs up into Kyle's touch, already eager for more pressure.
He keeps his fingers outside for now, rubbing slow circles around the ring. Maybe before he was going slow trying to savor the moment, but now he's being a deliberate tease and loving every fucking second of it. By the time he sinks his finger inside, Eric is so worked up that several heavy drops of pre leak from his cock onto the mattress and he's babbling Kyle's name over and over again. Kyle pumps in and out of him for a minute before adding a second finger and sliding in further, stretching him a little quicker now because at this point he's making himself crazy with anticipation.
Rubbing hard circles against Eric's prostate, Kyle smirks at the punched-out moan that escapes Eric's throat. Thank God their bedroom is mostly soundproof. Eric rocks his body in time with Kyle's fingers and breathes like he's starving for air.
Kyle grabs his ass cheek with his free hand and squeezes hard, savoring the soft give and the way Eric trembles at his touch.
"Look at you all worked up," Kyle says, squeezing again. "So fucking hot."
"F-fuck, Kyle," Eric stutters.
Kyle finally undoes his own fly and lower his pants enough to get his cock out. He moves himself right behind Eric's body, rubbing the underside of his cock in the cleft of Eric's plump asscheeks with slow rocks of his hips, sighing with relief as his neglected cock finally gets some attention.
"You want me to fuck you, baby?"
Eric nods frantically.
"Yes, Kyle, oh yes please," he murmurs desperately.
"Alright," Kyle replies, lining his cock up against Eric's entrance, tip catching against the little pucker of skin. "But only because you asked so nicely."
Finally, he presses in.
Kyle struggles to stifle his pleasured groan as he sinks into the warmth of Eric's body.
He grits his teeth and shuts his eyes at the feeling. He has to pause for a second and wait until it's not so overwhelming, then he sighs and drapes his chest over Eric's back, skin to skin, so warm and familiar and almost unbearably intimate. Eric tilts his head back into the crook of Kyle's shoulder, moaning. Kyle hums from deep in his throat and lays a few heavy kisses at the base of Eric's neck. He grinds his hips forward, point-blank, and Eric pushes back against him in return with a soft grunt.
God, fuck. Being inside Eric feels so fucking good it makes him go fucking insane every damn time. It makes him feel violent, makes him want to crawl inside Eric's skin and live there.
He draws back a few inches, slow and steady, then fucks back into him, grinding again when he's balls deep. Eric shivers and his walls flutter deliciously around Kyle's shaft.
"Fuck yeah," Kyle growls. "Squeeze around my cock, just like that Eric."
He draws a hand back a few inches and quickly brings it down on Eric's ass with a hard smack. Eric flinches and grunts, then Kyle kneads and squeezes the soft flesh roughly. He draws his hips back again, halfway this time, then slams back in, making Eric cry out.
Kyle's throat dries up and his heart swells at how beautiful Eric sounds right now, how gorgeous his body looks. He pulls himself upright on his knees again and moves his hands up to squeeze Eric's love handles. Then, he settles into an ever-increasing pace of fucking his husband into a trembling mess.
The rest of the world falls away and they become completely consumed with each other, bodies moving together with practiced ease.
"Mm, fuck, that's so good," Kyle mumbles, breaths getting heavier at the pleasure and exertion. He squeezes again at Eric's soft hips.
Eric keens and moans at the praise.
"K-Kyle—" he chokes. He tilts his head back in a silent request. Kyle immediately picks up on it and reaches forward to slide his fingers into Eric's hair again, pulling sharply as he ups the pace of his hips. Eric gasps and whimpers.
The invisible string inside him pulls tighter and tighter. Leaning forward to lay his chest against Eric's back again, grip still firm around Eric's hair, Kyle can feel him shaking beneath him. He gives Eric a sloppy kiss at the crook of his neck and shoulder and lets himself just rut against him, grinding his cock against Eric's prostate over and over.
"Mm, ah— oh God," Eric gasps. Kyle can see and hear the telltale signs; Eric's getting close.
"You gonna come on my cock, Eric?"
Eric shudders. "Yes Kyle," he replies obediently.
"That's it, such a fucking good boy for me, aren't you?"
Eric nods, whimpering and babbling Kyle's name, pushing back against his thrusts so he sinks in even deeper. It's such a beautiful sight, such an insanely wonderful feeling, being together like this. Kyle is hit with a sudden burst of affection for his husband that he can't help but say it aloud or else he feels like he's going to burst.
Kyle ducks his forehead between Eric's shoulder blades as he moans, digging his nails hard into Eric's soft flesh at the sides, rolling his hips over and over into Eric's body, the heat and pressure becoming overwhelming.
"God, I love you so much. So fucking much. That's it, come on my cock Eric, I wanna feel you break— "
Eric gasps suddenly like he's starved for air, then moans, lascivious and desperate as he comes. Kyle feels his walls spasm around him and groans at the intensity of it, still fucking Eric with fast, deep, grinding hits against his prostate as Eric shoots his release onto the bedsheets.
It's too fucking much. Kyle doesn't even last one minute before he's falling over the edge too, sheer pleasure flooding his body as he comes deep inside his husband. He bites the soft flesh at Eric's shoulder and feels him flinch and yelp, but Kyle keeps his teeth there, needing to lay another claim on Eric's body. He groans into Eric's skin, his orgasm sharp and overwhelming as he grinds his cum in deep.
Kyle sighs, hugging Eric even closer, until the pleasure gradually tapers off, and only then does he release his teeth from Eric's skin. There's a deep indent there now, and Kyle kisses that same spot gently, a balm after such harsh treatment.
Eric shivers and hums, then his arms give out and his upper body collapses to the bed with an oof. Kyle laughs breathlessly and follows him down, laying a few more soft kisses over his bruises.
Once their breathing returns to a semi-normal rate, Kyle sits up again and reluctantly pulls out with a quiet grunt. With Eric's lower body higher than the rest of him, Kyle can clearly see his own cum leak out of Eric's ass and the sight is so lewd, makes him feel so possessive that his softening cock gives an interested twitch. Kyle squeezes Eric's ass and rubs his thumb over his leaking hole. Goddamn.
Eric moans quietly.
"Good?" Kyle asks with a soft laugh.
"Mm, sooo good Kyle…" he murmurs, eyes closed with a dreamy expression.
Kyle smiles, then leans down and kisses Eric on the cheek, cuddling him for a bit.
"Okay Eric, shower time," Kyle says after a minute.
Eric frowns and groans. "No. Too comfy to move."
"Dude, come on," Kyle says, rolling his eyes.
Eric looks up at him pleadingly.
"Will you carry me?"
Kyle sighs. "No, Eric, you gotta get up."
"Please, Kyle?"
Oh no, not the puppy dog face. Kyle hates Eric's puppy dog face, with that pouty bottom lip and those big brown eyes. He tries to resist but only lasts a few seconds before he crumbles and closes his eyes in defeat.
"Okay fine, c'mon," Kyle resigns, getting up and refastening his pants. Eric rolls over and makes a grabby-hands motion until Kyle leans down and picks him up, with Eric automatically wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala. With a grunt, Kyle hoists him upright, locking his arms under his still-bare ass for support, and carries his husband to the bathroom.
Kyle is grateful that he manages to work out enough to still be able to do this after all these years.
They shower together, interrupting the washing-up with occasional kisses and getting caught up in caressing each others' skin. They're both too old to go for another round so soon but it still feels stupidly nice to make out for a while after sex.
After drying off and putting on clean clothes, they have to change their sheets because they were too distracted to remember to put a towel down (again). Finally, they're able to settle down under the blankets, and Kyle is exhausted.
"Goodnight, Eric," Kyle says, giving him one more heavy kiss.
"'Night, babe," Eric replies with a soft smile. Then his smile wobbles a bit and he says, "I love you."
Kyle's chest aches at the bare honesty written all over his husband's face. It's not as much of a rarity anymore, hasn't been for a long time, but Kyle still loves seeing it every single time. Kyle smiles back, reaching up and brushing Eric's hair back from his eyes.
"I love you too," he murmurs, then kisses him, slow and heavy. When Kyle pulls away, Eric stays close and gives him another kiss on his cheek, the tip of his nose, over his eye, his forehead, then back again in rapid succession. Kyle laughs, his heart full of affection.
"Okay, okay Eric, go to sleep," Kyle says, interrupting him with one last gentle kiss on the lips.
Eric melts into it and when Kyle pulls away again, he thankfully seems placated enough with that.
"'Night, Kyle," he says again with a soft laugh, then he wraps an arm around Kyle and lays his head on his chest, snuggling into him. Kyle holds him close and closes his eyes.
They fall asleep like that, happy and comfortable, wrapped up in each others' warmth.
Kyle and Eric wake up with a jolt when the master bedroom door slams open with a loud thud.
"Daddy! Abba! Look! Look at the snow!" Jake yells, much too loud for eight in the morning on a Saturday. But sure enough, snow is still falling outside. Jake runs over to their side window, pointing repeatedly, quickly followed by Emily.
Eric detaches himself from his clinging grip around Kyle's torso and sits up with a wince. He rubs his face, looks outside with a squint before reaching over to grab his glasses and put them on to look again.
"Yeah, I see it bud," Eric replies with a smile. "Looks pretty, huh?"
"Yeah!"
"So pretty!" Emily adds.
Eric holds his arms out for a hug. The kids run over to the bed and practically tackle him. Kyle sits up as well, laughing and putting his arms around his family, squeezing them tight.
As soon as Eric's face is out of their sight, he frowns and glares at Kyle.
"Why didn't you lock the door, Kyle?!" he mouths silently but furiously, pointing with his eyes at their bedroom door.
Kyle glares back at him.
"Why didn't you lock the door, Eric?!" he mouths back, raising his eyebrows accusingly.
Eric rolls his eyes, then sneers and sticks his tongue out at Kyle. Kyle balks and sticks his tongue out too, scowling.
The kids pull away from the hug and the two men immediately revert their expressions back to normal, tabling their mini-feud for now. Kyle clears his throat.
"So, you two want to go sledding today?" Kyle asks.
The kids look at each other for a second, mouths open and eyes wide, then they squeal with joy. Both of them jump up and down excitedly. It's hard not to let your heart melt at how cute they are.
After they calm down a bit, Emily gets a determined expression.
"Okay, I'm gonna get the sleds," she says, and then she heads for the door at breakneck speed, long hair trailing behind her.
"Wait sweetie, not so fast. Breakfast first," Kyle says. She stops in her tracks and rolls her eyes.
"Abba, I'm not hungry," she pouts, folding her arms.
Eric laughs. "Uh-huh, sure you aren't, Em." Eric says, nodding his head sarcastically. He throws the covers away and gets out of bed, motioning to the kids. "Come on downstairs, I'm making pancakes."
At that Emily's stomach audibly growls, and everyone in the room laughs. Emily continues pouting as she leaves the room and heads downstairs. Eric follows behind her and as he nears the door he scoops up Jake, who's still giggling.
"Alright little dude, what kind of pancakes you want?" Eric asks.
Jake gasps.
"Daddy, a vampire got you!" he screams, completely ignoring the question and pointing at Eric's neck.
All the blood drains from Kyle's face.
Oh shit. Their son is right. Eric's neck looks like a goddamn warzone of bite marks and blooming bruises. As Kyle silently panics and tries to come up with an excuse, Eric just snickers.
"He did?!" Eric exclaims. "Oh no! What am I gonna do?"
"You gotta kill it, Daddy!" Jake replies. Eric gasps dramatically.
"You're right, Jake. Do you know how to kill a vampire?"
Jake thinks for a second, then nods.
"You stab it!" he exclaims.
Eric smiles and nods back. "That's right, hon, you stab it. Right through the heart with a wooden stake." He looks at Kyle pointedly, raising an eyebrow and grinning wickedly.
"Oooh, cool!" Jake says. Kyle narrows his eyes at his husband, barely stifling a frustrated growl.
"I'll get that vampire as soon as he comes back, Jakey. I promise," Eric says sagely. He shoots Kyle a wink and Kyle feels his face heat up.
Jake giggles. "Okay Daddy," he says.
Eric makes his way out the door, still holding his son in his arms.
"Come along, Kyle dear! The children require sustenance!" Eric shouts dramatically as he walks down the stairs.
Kyle tries and fails to suppress a smile. He loves family so much. He loves his stupid fucking husband so fucking much.
He gets out of bed and follows his family downstairs.
Today is going to be a good day. Kyle can feel it.
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author's note: ahahahaa I'm cringing at myself so much posting this 🙈 but I'm gonna live my truth, dammit!
Anyway I hope you enjoyed! I wanted to explore how kyman's dynamic would be once Kyle and Cartman fully come to terms with their sexual preferences (at least my interpretation of what those preferences would be) and just go ham with it lol.
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