How many times have they done this? How many times were they going to continue to do this?
"Fuck-" Kyle hissed feeling teeth nipping at his neck. The desk pressed hard against his ass but the bites made the hardwood bearable, but only temporarily with the buzzing stinging pleasure each bite to his neck brought. Hands roamed down his sides and to his hips pulling him close as a tongue slowly inched up his neck and across his jaw line.
"C-Cartman fuck- hold on-" But he chose not to listen to the younger; only gripping Kyle's hips tighter grinding his hardon against Kyle's. Large forceful hands reaching out to his most sensitive places pulling apart his pristine outfit.
Kyle whimpered at the feeling and let out an inaudible gasp feeling himself being lifted and pushed onto the desk. Cartman's lips pressed roughly and sloppily against Kyle's cheek, like he was putting his claim onto him with his lips.
He felt the lower half of his clothes being pulled and tugged at; nearly being ripped off. Kyle huffed but still reached his hand down as Cartman's lips moved over to his neck adding more to the many bite marks and bruises he's left many many times before, Kyle helped Cartman pull at his belt loose and unbutton his slacks until one hand gripped his and roughly put it above his head keeping him fully in place for Cartman to ravish.
Cartman's heavy lust filled panting left a tingling pleasurable vibration gainst Kyle's ear, he bucked his hips upwards sporadically in a desperate shameful need as Cartman tugged his pants and underwear down. "I'm going to fuck you so goddamn hard the entire building hears you, got that firecrotch?"
Kyle was already used to Cartman's stupid quips, but the lustful haze that enveloped his mind had him barely bat an eye at the word. Only nodding and spreading his legs till Cartman slid right between them and began to tug off his own pants.
Fingers were brought to Kyle's lips and he licked and sucked then hungirly, the growing arousal was practically burning in his gut, needing to feel Cartman his fucking boss take him and stuff him full.
Cartman pulled his fingers out from Kyle's mouth quickly. A string of saliva still connects his lips to Cartman's fingers, a shameful sight for sore eyes. "Hurry up," Kyle hissed, their eyes met just for a second. Cartman glared at Kyle. "Don't you dare rush me." Fingers were pressed to his entrance and his breath stuttered.
Then he felt it, the mixture of pleasure and sharp pain. The full feeling of being stretched by Cartman's long thick fingers curling and stretching his ass. "Jesus fucking Christ." Kyle muttered as he arched his back. Cartman loomed over him with a grin. "Thought Jews didn't believe in Jesus?"
Kyle scoffed and shifted his head to the side. "Just fuck me already Cartman." A hand was placed against his jaw and he was forced to look into the chocolate eye and the dark sea blue eye. "Maybe you should ask your boss nicely?" Cartman's cocky attitude had Kyle's ears ringing with sexual frustration.
Kyle glared deeply up at the older man. "You fucking wish." He hissed.
Cartman gave Kyle the appropriate response for his unneeded one, a harsh slap to his ass.
"Gah!" Kyle shouted as he gritted his teeth. "Fuck me, please~" He hissed out and felt Cartman finger his hole harder brushing against his prostate roughly but not enough to give him the pleasure he oh so craved.
"You look so good like this Kyle.. spread out, letting me take you anyway I want, for how long I want" Kyle's face felt hot from the praise and his hips bucked against the thrusting of Cartman's fingers. "Fuck- please.."
"Please what?" His condescending tone only added to his frustration more. "Fuck me!"
"I am Kyle, I'm not understanding what you want from me." Kyle slapped his hand against the hardwood desk. In an agitated struggle he stabilized himself with his elbow he lifted his toros up and with his free hand reached and grabbed at Cartman's tie pulling his face close.
"Shove your goddamn cock in me you stupid fat bastard." Kyle glared at him panting and holding in the moans of pleasure as Cartman slowly continued to finger Kyle. He grinned at him then he pulled out.
Cartman spit on his hand and rubbed his cock and Kyle cringed at it and laid his back down on the desk once again. "You really need to start having some fucking lube in here its disgusting to watch you do that everytime."
Cartman only chuckled as Kyle felt the tip of his cock press against his entrance. "Well I would but then I'd have to send my assistant to pick it up wouldn't I?" Slowly Cartman began to push in and Kyle hissed, closing his eyes tight feeling the heat of the stretch enveloping him. "I also remember a certain assistant of mine enjoying how I prepped him."
"Fuck off!" Kyle spat feeling the precum drip from his cock, the addictive feeling of being full was clouding Kyle's brain. All he wanted was released. "Oh? if you wanted me to 'fuck off' then fine" Cartman teased and soon Kyle felt Cartman moving out.
Furrowing his brows and opening his eyes to glare at Cartman. Wrapping his legs around the larger man's waist as best as he could and pulling him closer kept him from pulling his cock out any further. "You fucking pull out and I'm breaking your dick."
With a smirk Cartman placed both his hands on the desk and thrusted in rough and Kyle swore he saw white for a moment. The intense pleasure of all eight and a half inches of Cartman's cock was always unimaginable each and every time.
Cartman thrusted in him swift and hard. Hitting at his prostate with a constant rough rhythm. But it still didn't feel fucking enough.
"More.." Kyle whined loudly he tried to match Cartman's thrust by bucking his hips back onto Cartman's cock but a large warm hand gripped his hip tightly and he winced. "I think you can ask your boss a lot nicer than that whore."
Kyle moaned weakly at the degrading words. "S-Sir.. Please more.." Kyle's eyes were squeezed shut but he could hear the overly confident smile in the tone of Cartman's voice. "Yeah Kyle? You want your boss to give you more? To pound your greedy hole till you're nothing but a fucking mess under me?"
Kyle loathed whenever he talked like that; but it always made his head spin with arousal and his cock twitch and drip with precum ten times more. It made his inhibitions drop and all he wanted was whatever his boss wanted.
Nodding and only muttering loud whiny pleads he felt Cartman increase speed. Rapidly hitting his prostate roughly. His stomach felt tight, heat was rising and Kyle knew he was getting close.
His hands reached out, placing them weaking on the middle of Cartman's torso. "W-Waiit" Kyle pleaded desperately.
But Cartman only gripped both of Kyle's wrists with only one hand and pressed them down on the desk above his head. "You just begged for more. Are you lying to me now? Can't take it anymore Kyle?"
Kyle shook his head. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, he just didn't want it to fucking end. "C-Close.." He slurred out as he rutted his hips to feel more of Cartman's cock.
"Well who's stopping you from cumming baby?" Cartman panted out softly as he lifted up Kyle's hips with his free hand and pulled his hips closer against him going deeper into Kyle who let out a loud moan.
Kyle almost missed that light affectionate 'baby', so far and vast from the 'slut', 'whore' that Cartman used on him often.
Cartman kept thrusting harder and harder into Kyle groaning and panting heavily, slipping out degrading words calling him 'whore' 'slut' as almost to make up for the accidental slip up of 'baby'
But it fell from Cartman's lips once again. This time Kyle couldn't forget it as his orgasm bubble to the top. "Fuck you're my whore got it? You were made for me, baby." Those words make Kyle slip over the edge, arching his back and his ankles digging deep into Cartman's lower back as ropes of cum exploded out of his cock all on his lower stomach that has been long exposed and a bit on his dress shirt.
Despite Kyle already orgasming it didn't stop Cartman. He continued the same pace, same deep thrust not stopping. "Fuck you look so good like this all fucked out just from me."
Kyle could barely speak. Only muttering soft 'please' and moans his wrists hurting from the tight grip Cartman had on him.
The grip on his wrists tightened and he groaned. Cartman sped up and his moans grew louder, his overstimulated prostate being used by Cartman's cock and he was fucking loving it.
Cartman thrusted a few more times before he halted groaning loud as Kyle felt his cum fill him inside. He furrowed his brows in grimace as Cartman pulled out, letting go of his wrist and hips.
Kyle was left in a fuzzy glowing in the afterglow of that shamefully indulgent sex.
But one word never left Kyle's mind.
"Baby?" Kyle asked out loud. Like the one word held the key to the whole question.
"Don't fucking ask, I got a meeting with a client in forty minutes so clean yourself up and get ready."
How could Kyle ever let it get this far?