Author's Note: Thanks for reading, reviewing, and whatnot. It means so much to me that you'd even consider reading this story, and reading this far. I'm elated.
Chapter title from "Smother Me" by The Used
Hello to Japan and Australia :).
Chapter Forty-One: Warm and Alive, I'm All Over You
"Kenny! Kenny, dude, Kenny! KEN-NAY!"
Kenny and Butters looked at each other with wide eyes as the dark blonde pulled his fingers from Butters' entrance.
"No, no, please don't leave me like this..." Butters whined. Kenny popped his mouth off of the head of Butters' cock and sighed heavily. He cleared his throat, made a face, and rested his head on Butters' bent knee.
"Stan, can it wait?!" He asked hoarsely, "like... five minutes." Butters made a face.
"Two," Butters corrected, Kenny raised an eyebrow, then shrugged with a slight smirk. He could make it happen.
"Two minutes!" He reinforced.
"NO! Shelly's in labor!"
"FUCK MY LIFE!" Butters screamed, throwing his fists on the bed as Kenny froze.
"What... oh shit, you guys are like..." Stan said outside of the door, "KY! They're doing it in here!"
"No we aren't!" Butters growled as he thrust his hips toward Kenny who looked torn on what to do. "Kenny, puhleeeeze don't...?" Kenny sighed heavily and kissed Butters on the lips before he got off the bed, "Kenneth Daniel!"
"I'll make it up to you, tonight, okay? You can... we can do whatever you want. I know you wanted to try that thing Bebe told you about." Butters moaned and looked down at his rock hard erection, "trust me, if it were anything else that fucker would not be left hangin'," Butters glared and slipped on his underwear as Kenny shakily pulled on his jeans and hoodie. He hid his own arousal well yet Butters knew exactly what to look for. As he pressed himself against Kenny, his hand brushed against the bulge and Kenny shuddered. "D-don't... dammit Stan, I fucking hate you right now!" Kenny yelled as he opened the door. Stan grinned impishly and dragged Kenny down the stairs by his wrist. Butters smirked; he'd make the two hour car ride interesting.
"W-wait..." Kenny said, his mind still not fully together as they walked outside. Kyle raised his eyebrows as Kenny looked around with lust blown eyes. "Where's Karen?" Stan cackled and Kyle sighed heavily as they pushed Kenny and Butters to the car.
"Do you not remember why we left in the first place?" Kenny blinked a couple of times; his mind wasn't going back that far, "Ike begged me to take them to Ruby's... Stan's parents are taking them up to Denver." Kenny nodded and slid into the backseat of Kyle's car. Butters didn't buckle as he curled up next to him. Kyle glared but Stan laughed and told him to calm down.
"Isn't this awesome, we're finally gonna meet our niece, dude!" Stan said, Kenny shook his head to get rid of the dazed feeling and nodded.
"Uh-huh..."
"He is so thinking with his dick right now," Kenny blushed at Kyle's words and his eyes widened as Butters squeezed his inner thigh in just the right spot. Slowly, his darkened eyes slinked to look at Butters, who smiled innocently as he massaged his sweet spot.
"You guys aren't seriously going to do it in my backseat, are you?" Kyle asked lowly. Butters raised an eyebrow and Kenny threw his head back on the window and groaned.
"You're taking sex away from a nymphomaniac!"
"Nymphomaniacs are female." Kenny growled at Kyle's correction and Butters giggled as he sucked lightly on Kenny's chest, a half an inch away from his collarbone; another one of his secret spots. Butters felt his hips thrust and he covered his own mouth as he moaned. "The male equivalent is a satyr. But they're both just called sex addicts, remember?" Kenny laughed a little, which trailed off into a high-pitched moan that shocked everyone in the car.
"How did I do that...?" Butters asked incredulously, causing Stan to snicker.
"Guys! No sex in my car!"
"Hypocrite, does a handjob count?" Kenny asked, Kyle groaned.
"Yes..." Butters hand quickly buttoned Kenny's jeans and he smiled apologetically. Today was going to be interesting for sure.
"Why couldn't Shelly have waited a little longer?" Stan turned around to face Kenny, who was flushed and completely disoriented.
"Kyle, I think Kenny may be dying," he said with a laugh, "just... think about dead puppies or something." Butters dropped his jaw and his eyes widened in horror, "that's what I think about when I'm all hot and bothered and can't do anything about it."
"Ew..." Kyle grumbled as he turned on the radio. Kenny made a gagging noise and reached forward to flip the station, "hey, I like that song!"
"If I hear "Sail" one more time I will shoot myself," Kenny grumbled, flipping through the station. He turned into a stammering mess when he felt Butters press his lips to the small of his back. "T-the... nnnnngh..." Kyle rolled his eyes and Kenny's head slumped against Stan's shoulder as Butters continued to tease him in all of the right ways. Stan laughed when feeling the warmth radiating from Kenny's body, and patted his head.
"You poor sex maniac..." Kenny whimpered and weakly reached for the radio before he cried out in shock and pleasure. He didn't even know what Butters was doing, it just felt good... "This song by Imagine Dragons is way too overplayed, don't you think?" Kenny's words were a mess of vowels and consonants that didn't form well together. Stan tried not to laugh and Kyle even cracked a smile as he became more and more undone. "Jesus, dude, Butters... you're going to give him a heart attack or something."
"That's the point!" Kenny wailed at Butters happy chirp.
"Lee... Lee, you mmmph... you gotta... fuck... stop..."
"Why?" Butters asked innocently as he snaked his hand back into his jeans.
"Can't... hnnngh... Style... there's a... a thing... uhhh... don' wanna... torture..." Butters sighed and pulled his hand out of Kenny's pants. He opened heavily lidded eyes and tried to focus on the radio as he switched the station. The Foo Fighters played and he shakily leaned back on the seat once more. "Dead puppies..." Kenny mumbled. Stan grinned and turned to Kyle, who rolled his eyes.
"Did they ever pick out a middle name for their baby?" Kyle asked, Stan shrugged, Kenny nodded.
"Caroline Siobhan," Kenny said with a shaky, but calmer voice, "they wanted Sharon but it didn't sound good with Caroline... so they went for... the 'shh' sound instead."
"So they got Siobhan? Why not like 'Shay' or something?" Kyle asked, Kenny shrugged. Stan was quiet and then he nodded.
"'Cause Stan and I are Irish and my family is real proud of their heritage or some shit like that," Kenny mumbled truthfully. He remembered the few family events they went to; they held strong to Irish tradition. There was always lots of alcohol and potatoes.
"Caroline Siobhan, I like it. Except I'm gonna call her Carrie I think. Are they using my last name or yours?" Kenny shrugged; he didn't know that much.
"Stan are you just Irish too?" Stan shook his head at Butters' question.
"Nah, I'm like Irish, English, French, and I've got some Native American blood too but not a lot."
"Oh, well I'm French and English!" Butters chirped, "Kyle... what's your heritage?"
"My family is from Serbia, but my great-grandparents and grandparents moved outside of Budapest right before the war," Kyle answered softly as he drove, Butters eyes lit up, intrigued.
"You mean, your grandparents were...?" Kyle nodded.
"Both my great-grandparents died in Auschwitz. My mom's parents actually met in Birkenau and then... there was the death march to Bergen-Belsen. My grandparents all moved here after with like aunts and uncles or... whoever was left, really. But... yeah." Kenny shook his head. Suddenly the air was extremely heavy in the car. "But to answer your question, my family is from Serbia." Butters nodded and shook his head as he tried to cope with the fact that Kyle's family had actually been involved in the Holocaust. Of course, he always figured it, but he never actually thought to ask. It seemed rather touchy for him to discuss too, he was extremely tight-lipped and straight-faced.
"That's... incredible, wow," Butters said in disbelief. Kyle shrugged as he passed a semi-truck on the interstate.
"What about you guys? Any interesting stories about your families?" Kyle asked, trying to alleviate the tension. Stan laughed.
"My great-grandparents immigrated from England and France, that's about all I know. But my dad's really fucking interesting so..." They all laughed and Butters thought for awhile.
"I was told I was distantly related to Napoleon but I dunno if that's true. But I was born in Hawaii! Even though I'm not like... Native Hawaiian, I'd be a lot tanner..." Kenny chuckled and hugged him, he still trembled and was having a difficult time not thinking about their interruption.
"Uh... my grandpa always said we were from this Irish clan, the McCormack and they were one of the most powerful clans of Ireland. Then there was the potato famine and most of my family died. And a few of my family members were part of the IRA, like my great-grandpa and his brothers. My great-grandparents moved here after the Irish war and pretty much tried to make it here. A lot of my family lives in Iowa, some down in Arkansas."
"So your family was rich in Ireland?" Stan asked, Kenny chuckled a little.
"Like six hundred years ago, yeah."
"I always wondered if your family had anything to do with McCormick vodka."
"Seeing as how that's shit, I get what you're saying," Kenny teased, Kyle rolled his eyes, "but we didn't. I always thought we invented that spice company, but... nope." Butters laughed loudly and Kenny turned to him curiously.
"Spices?"
"It goes along with herbs!" Kenny cried, and they all burst out laughing.
They arrived at the hospital forty-five minutes later. Kenny looked ready to bolt as fast as he could yet stayed behind to walk with Butters, Stan, and Kyle. As soon as they entered, they were directed to the waiting room.
Stan was pacing nervously, Kyle tried to hold him back but knew it was no use, so he sat down next to Butters, who was trying to calm an excited Kenny. He kept checking his phone every five minutes and bouncing his knees.
Kyle and Butters attempted to distract them but Stan and Kenny were in their anxious mode. They kept trying to find out information from the nurses and Kenny was given a warning to be quiet when he got too frustrated and started swearing up a storm.
Nearly an hour passed when Stan's parents, and Karen, entered the hospital. She thanked them before she ran up to Kenny and gave him a tight hug.
"Any news?" She asked, he shook his head as he held her close. Butters rested his head on his shoulder and sighed.
Randy and Sharon weren't speaking as they sat down. Stan sighed heavily and sat in between them. Sharon scrolled through her phone and Randy picked up a magazine. Kyle smiled sadly and Stan shrugged his shoulders.
"Mom, did you know they picked out a middle name?" Stan asked, Sharon nodded and set down her phone. "Oh, well, why didn't you tell me?"
"I must have just spaced it, honey..." Stan sighed heavily and stood up next to to Kyle. He slipped his hand in his and looked down the hall. He brightened, however, when seeing Kevin.
The brunette waved at Stan and hurried to them; he wore gloves, a mask, and what looked like scrubs.
"So...?" Stan asked as Kevin took off the surgical mask. He grinned and Kenny ran up to him with Karen in tow.
"She's here," he said, Kenny grinned and squeezed him in a hug. Karen joined him and the oldest brother kissed her forehead. Randy and Sharon stood upon hearing the news, with smiles on their usually stressed faces. Kevin pulled Stan in for a hug too, and ruffled his hair like he had Kenny's. "She's eighteen inches and weighs seven pounds, she didn't really cry... not like Karen, at least. She's beautiful, guys..."
"When can we go in?" Karen asked.
"Um, they said Mr. and Mrs. Marsh can go in now, Stan too if you want." The black-haired boy shook his head and held Kyle's hand. Sharon looked back at her son, smiled and walked ahead of Randy to go see their daughter and granddaughter.
"What does she look like?" Stan asked, Kevin ran a hand through his hair.
"Uh... she's really small. She's got Shelly's eyes, a little nose, her hair looks blonde but I'm not sure if it'll stay, 'cause Kenny had red hair when he was born."
"Kenny was a ginger?" Butters asked, Kenny shrugged and grinned at Kyle. Kevin nodded and ruffled Kenny's long, messy hair.
"Kenny was a lot of things..." Kevin trailed off with a laugh, "guys, you're gonna love her. I just can't believe she's here... I'm a dad. It's fuckin' weird." Kenny hugged him once more and Butters couldn't help but notice how Kenny seemed younger around Kevin. He seemed to hang on his every word and almost hid in his arms.
"I'm still not over the fact you two ended up together," Stan said, looking at Kevin, who shrugged. "I didn't even know you hung out."
"Neither of us had friends in middle school so one day I sat by her at lunch and she made fun of me for not havin' anythin' to eat. I made fun of her headgear, we both ended up laughin' 'bout it. She always shared her lunch with me after that." Kevin said simply, a ghost of a smile traced his features and Karen smiled adoringly at him.
Randy and Sharon returned after a long visit that resulted in Butters falling asleep and Karen braiding Kenny's hair, to which he simply grimaced. They all entered the room and Shelley waved sleepily at them from the hospital bed. Stan ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then he pulled away awkwardly, and she rolled her eyes before hitting his arm.
A nurse entered the room with a bundle of blankets and Kevin smiled as he took it from her. She looked nervous around him, and quickly left; Kenny couldn't help but notice how comfortable Kevin looked holding a baby. Then he realized he had done this twice before, at least.
"Here she is," Kevin said in the softest voice any of them had ever heard him speak in. "Stan, Ken, c'mere." Both boys walked up to him and he held out his arms a little, "she's a perfect McMarsh, ain't she?"
Butters and Kyle watched as their significant others turned to mush. Kevin handed Caroline to Kenny first, because Stan said he was too scared to hold her. At that moment Butters could see Kenny's affinity with babies and young children. His eyes lit up as he cradled the small child and he talked to her quietly as he touched her face and hair.
"She's beautiful," Kenny said, voice tight as he kissed her forehead. She made a gurgle sound and he placed his finger near her hand. She tried to grab it with closed eyes. "We have a really important question to ask you," Shelly said, looking between the two younger brothers. They nodded, and Kenny helped Stan as he took the baby from him. His eyes widened in fear and the blonde secured his hands and arms around her.
"Head up a little more... there ya go," Kenny said, Kevin smirked; Butters grinned at Kyle, who was blushing a little.
"We were wondering if you'd both want to be her godfather. That's not how people usually do it but... we figured we'd go about things a little differently." Shelly asked in a quiet voice that was so unlike her. Stan was eye to eye with Caroline, who was making little noises that made him laugh. He tore his gaze from her as he heard his sister's suggestion. Kenny looked at him and grinned as he nodded.
"I'd love to!" Kenny exclaimed happily as he stroked her face with his finger once more. Stan nodded and smiled happily at his sister, who nodded.
"Karen, would you want to be her godmother?" The girl perked up and her jaw slacked slightly as she was asked the question. Stan turned to her and nodded towards Caroline. She stood next to her brother and held the small infant; Stan was still a little uncomfortable. Her eyes prickled as she gazed at the baby and nodded.
"I would be honored," she said in a weak voice as she held Caroline, "oh my God she's precious," she said, tears rolled down her cheeks as she smiled and snuggled the infant. Kenny put an arm around Karen and rested his head on hers. "Mommy would love her..."
"You're always gonna be my baby girl," he whispered to Karen who turned to look up at him with shining eyes.
After Karen, Butters was offered to hold Caroline. He shook his head but Kenny raised an eyebrow and nodded as he adjusted his arms to hold her.
"I've never held a baby before..." he protested, Kenny hushed him and took Caroline from Karen and lowered her into Butters' arms. A smile lit on his face as he felt the small bundle and watched Kenny carefully guide his hands to the perfect position to hold her.
"See?" Kenny said softly, "you're a pro already," he teased lovingly as he looked at Butters holding his niece. He shook his head and watched as Butters loosened up. She whimpered and squirmed a little bit and Butters giggled.
Kyle held her after him, and he talked to her all about her crazy uncles. He was relaxed as he cradled her close to him. He looked between Kevin and Shelly and could easily see the mixture of features in their child.
"She does have blonde hair, though," he said; Kenny beamed and turned to Kevin.
"Ha! Told you I'm not adopted!"
"Nah," Kevin teased, "I saw when mom picked you up outta the corn field. It's why your hair's so blonde." Kenny rolled his eyes and Shelly laughed a little as she told Kevin to behave. Which made Kenny laugh even more.
Shelly sat up and held Caroline close to her the remainder of the time. She fussed, and when Kenny suggest feeding her Shelly told him she already had he felt a little embarrassed. He kept googly eyes on as he stood in the hospital room and he kept looking at the baby more than anyone else. But when asked to hold her, he politely declined and said Caroline needed her mom.
Visiting hours ended much too soon. After they tried to ask for some more time, they were finally kicked out of the hospital with bruised egos. Kevin had promised that in a couple of days they would go down to South Park with Caroline. Karen rode back with Kyle, Butters, Stan, and Kenny. The five went to lunch after the visit and just talked and joked around about random things. Kenny had been quiet for the majority of the time, and Butters had kept his hand tight on Kenny's the entire time.
Once they arrived back at Kenny's house, Kyle asked if he was okay. The blonde just shrugged it off and nodded. But Butters knew there was something wrong, and they all took that answer with a grain of salt. Kyle and Stan gave Butters a look before they waved and told them to be at the basketball court t noon the next day for the weekly game of The Boys vs. The Gang.
Karen was making dinner downstairs, it was her night to cook, and Kenny and Butters had wandered around aimlessly through the thicket and forest just outside of Kenny's house. After lighting the burn pile, Kenny pulled Butters close and whispered in his ear.
"Wanna finish what we started earlier?" the shorter boy turned to him in slight surprise, "I said I'd make it up to you..." Butters smiled as he felt Kenny's hand snake into his back pocket and squeeze through the fabric.
"What about Karen?"
"We won't be that loud... she's cooking and she's playing that new CD she got. We can play music too if you want." Butters shrugged and turned so his chest was pressed against Kenny's.
"Can we... do it rough?" Kenny smirked and nodded as he captured Butters' lips in a heated kiss. Butters felt his heart leap as Kenny agreed to actually go through with what he had wanted for so long. Butters, in gratitude, deepened the kiss and wrapped his legs around Kenny's waist.
"Anything you want, babe," Kenny whispered as he carried Butters inside, through the side door so Karen wouldn't see, and up the stairs. The bright blonde giggled as Kenny tripped on the stairs, his current concentration was in the heavy kissing and the way he felt as Butters rolled his hips against his slowly.
They were both hard by the time they stumbled into Kenny's room. Butters lowered himself to the floor and dragged Kenny to the bed as soon as the door was locked. They fell in a tangled mess of arms and legs and laughter as their lips fought for dominance; they usually found themselves equal in their kissing but Butters liked the fight right now.
He moaned as Kenny spread his legs with his hands and fit perfectly between him.
"How rough do you want it?" Kenny asked as he pulled his lips from Butters and began ravishing his neck with gentle suckles and kisses.
"Make me scream... oh... make me bleed..." Kenny stopped, "like my neck and back not my butt." Kenny burst out laughing and Butters blushed.
"I knew that, silly..." Kenny whispered, still laughing as he resumed his pleasure-filled assault on Butters' neck.
"Y-you can... mmm... slap me if you want, no whipping... or bind me if you got handcuffs or somethin'... lots of scratching and biting... I wanna feel it for a week."
Kenny moaned as he heard the words from Butters' mouth and lifted his shirt from his body. Light hickeys covered Butters' body and he slid down his chest, sucking almost violently on the skin. His hands ran over his back soothingly as he nipped and sucked the skin, leaving dark bruises all over his pectorals. Butters raised his hips and moaned as Kenny ground his deeply against him in a slow, rhythmic motion that made his cheeks flare bright red as he wrapped his legs around him.
Butters yelped as Kenny's fingernails dug painfully into his cheeks as he slipped his hands into his boxers. He scratched the skin and Butters shivered as he tightened his legs around Kenny.
"G-God...you're perfect..." Butters moaned as Kenny pulled off his shirt. He didn't look so starved now. He was still thin, Butters could see the outline of his ribs, but he also had muscle and was able to maintain a toned look now that he was eating normally. He also had several tattoos on his back, chest, and arms. One was the key, over his heart, that Butters had drawn. He heard his belt clink and watched with heavy eyes as he undid his jeans. He lifted his body momentarily as he wriggled them off, then used his feet to take off his socks.
Butters moaned loudly as Kenny slinked down his body, so his head was at his crotch, and watched as he unzipped his jeans with his teeth. His tongue peeked through the denim and ran down the bulge in his underwear; Butters shook from the gentle pressure. He pulled down his skinny jeans and quickly took off Butters' socks and shoes.
They were left in their boxers and Butters wanted to change that. He flipped Kenny, so he was on the bottom now, and Kenny had a momentary look of fear from the forceful impact, which quickly changed to a smirk as he gazed up at Butters.
"What would you like me to do for you?" Butters asked lowly, the deepened pitch caused Kenny's cock to twitch and he heaved a sigh as he ran his hand over Butters' chest. Kenny shrugged and lifted his feet to pull down Butters' boxers. His toes pulled the final garment down his legs and tossed them away carelessly. "No, really... you're gonna be rough with me... what's something you wanna do?" Butters asked, seriously now.
"I want to..." Kenny trailed off, wrapping his long legs around Butters waist, just as he had done previously, "I want to bottom." Butters gave Kenny a calculating look and pulled away slightly.
"You... but you..."
"We can at least try...?" Kenny asked, Butters nodded and captured his lips in a passionate kiss; for a moment the idea of a pure, brutal fucking left his mind. Instead, he felt as if he wanted this to be gentle... he wasn't sure if he wanted to combine both his wants with what Kenny wanted.
"We'll go slow, and we can-" Kenny shook his head pressed his lips to Butters'.
"Everything before stands, 'kay?" Butters gave a hesitant nod and lowered his head as he kissed down Kenny's neck. He felt the boy beneath him shudder as he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped him slowly. His mouth left a trail of tiny red marks as he passed his hips, down his pelvis, to his already leaking arousal, red and swollen and delicious looking. Butters lowered his mouth on him momentarily as Kenny fumbled to open the top drawer of his dresser. He handed Butters the lube with shaky hands and moaned quietly against the soft friction against his dick.
Butters used both hands to spread his legs more and he felt Kenny shiver a little as he complied.
"I'm sorry..." he heard Kenny whisper as he squirted the lube on his fingers. Butters tilted his head, unsure of what he was apologizing for but he wasn't sure he wanted to ask, and popped his mouth from his cock. Kenny flinched as he felt Butters' hand snake under him, to cup his left cheek, as he pressed kisses to his inner thigh.
"Sorry for what?" Butters finally asked, Kenny moaned, he noted it didn't sound like from pleasure, and he felt his hand run through his hair.
"I didn't want you to see... it's..." Butters sighed heavily as he realized what Kenny was talking about. He lifted his head and ran his left hand over his stomach.
"Kenneth, I love you for who you are, your scars are a story. Okay? I think they're beautiful, I always have." Butters whispered as he kissed the taut flesh of his stomach.
"I love you... so much," Kenny whispered.
Butters returned to kissing his thigh and couldn't help but feel his heart twinge as he saw the scars Kenny had been so self-conscious about. One trailed from the back to the inside of his right thigh; it had probably bled profusely. The others were surgical scars, and wound scars, from the broken bottle and reparation on and around his puckered hole. He briefly wondered how bad the scarring was on the inside, but chose not to think about it for long as he ran his finger from his balls to his entrance. He felt Kenny tense and he sighed heavily.
"Ken, you gotta relax, okay?" Butters said, kissing his thigh, "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay, darlin'?" His free hand caressed his stomach. As Kenny relaxed from the gentle touches, Butters slowly and cautiously slipped his finger in his hole. He felt Kenny tense around him and he sighed heavily. "Relax... it's just me, hon..."
"That's the first time you've called me hon." Kenny mumbled, Butter laughed and Kenny did too. "Usually you call me lover."
"Well, today you're mah honey..." Butters giggled and Kenny let out a happy laugh.
"Kay, Buttercup," the bright blonde smiled and slowly slid his finger in the rest of the way. Kenny sighed at the intrusion and breathed slowly from his nose.
"You're so tight..." Butters moaned as he kissed the skin above Kenny's hip bone. The blonde beneath him shifted slightly and gasped. He couldn't help but shake as he continued his ministrations; it had been so long since he had done this. He only wanted Kenny to feel good; to feel better. Butters bit his lip as he realized he could feel the scars. His eyes burned as he touched the damaged skin, and he kissed Kenny's hip. He couldn't cry.
A quiet moan urged Butters to add a second finger. He smiled when Kenny bent his knee, which granted Butters more access, and he kissed the cap as he wrapped one arm around his leg. Kenny whimpered as he let Butters continued to stretch him.
He thought about the here and now and knew it was Butters and he knew he was safe. It was safe to say Kenny missed this feeling, but fear had kept him from wanting to even attempt this again, but now... he wanted to prove to Butters that he did completely trust him. That and he simply wanted to do this.
Kenny gasped and his toes curled as Butters found his sweet spot. His fingers curved slightly once more and Kenny threw his head back against his pillow as his eyes grew blind from pure pleasure.
"God..." he mewled, cheeks flushed red as he arched his back in the way Butters loved so much. He clenched around Butters' digits as he slid in a third finger. The bright blonde moaned at the quiet sounds Kenny made, muffled by his own hand, and moved his fingers so he could draw out more sounds from him. "Lee," he gasped as Butters brushed his prostate once more, he grunted softly "Oh God..." he breathed, his body shuddered as he clawed at the wrinkled sheets on his bed. He whined when Butters pulled his fingers out; his body felt empty and he looked at him with wide eyes as he gasped for air.
Butters watched as Kenny reached down for his arousal and stroked him slowly, never once breaking eye contact as he did so. Butters knew this was extremely important and as he bit his lip and whimpered against his strokes he found it difficult to maintain their locked stare as he fought to close his eyes. His body entire body seemed to throb from an aura of pleasure and he drooped his head just over Kenny's chest.
"Are you- unnnnngh- sure about about this?" Butters asked breathlessly as Kenny ran his free hand through his hair. The boy under him nodded as he pulled his hand away from Butters' leaking cock; his hand shook as he took Butters' free hand in his and squeezed tightly.
"Y-yes, fuck... fuck me, Lee," Kenny said through gritted teeth; he clawed his nails deep in Butters' back and he cried out in pain but felt the shock all the way down to his throbbing dick.
The dark blonde let out a cry as Butters entered him, that was silenced as their lips met. He felt his arms wrap around him tightly as his muscles clenched violently around his throbbing arousal. Butters rested his forehead on his shoulder as he himself adjusted to the heat and tightness that seemed to hypnotize him.
"O-oh God..." he whined; he fought so hard to remain still as Kenny got used to the feeling. When he finally moved his body, slow and submissive, Butters captured his lips in a violent kiss. His eyes widened when Kenny bit his lip roughly, however, and he deepened his movements against Kenny.
He wanted the friction and the scratching, the biting and the screaming, the pain and the-
Kenny groaned as Butters lifted his legs more and snapped his hips as hard as he could into Kenny, who was pulling roughly at his hair and tugging his bottom lip with his teeth. As Butters pounded harshly into Kenny, who was flushed and appeared blown out of his mind, he dug his nails in his shoulders and looked up at Butters.
"I want y-you to... oh fuck... d-do something for me..." Kenny purred as he rocked his hips with Butters'. The younger boy nodded as he slowed down his thrusts, "I want you to... hmm..." Kenny trailed off in a gasp, "I want you to... call me a whore... slap me around... fuuu-huuuuck... c-call me white trash... good for nothing... tell me I'm bad... dirty... wro-"
"No," Butters said in a low voice, his hands pinned Kenny's hands over his head, he bucked violently into him, causing Kenny to yelp and he covered his mouth with his. Kenny's moan vibrated his lips as he nipped his lip.
"Please?" Kenny whimpered against his mouth before his voice turned into strangled noises as Butters slammed into him and jerked him off. "Please...?"
"I said no, Kenny," Butters said lowly; his voice sent chills down Kenny's spine and he moaned. "You're my boyfriend... you're not a whore." Butters gasped, digging his hands into the flesh of Kenny's ass cheeks. "You're not white trash... you're not bad, dirty, or wrong. You're good, you're so good..." He heard Kenny sob and he kissed him passionately as he slowed his movements. Kenny's hands wrapped around him tightly and he burrowed his face in his chest as he moaned loudly. "You've always been good... but wanna know something?" Kenny looked up slowly, his nails lightly scratched his chest as he clung to him and tried to keep his vocalization quiet. "You're mine," Butters growled and bit his neck as he fucked Kenny the way he wanted to be fucked. "You're mine, my sweet boy..."
He heard Kenny moan and shout, and as his voice got higher and higher Butters felt his body respond to keep making that sound. He felt him shake and squirm and writhe as he sought release and he could feel their sweat soaked bodies slide against each other. He could hear their skin slapping almost painfully yet so beautifully, he could hear Kenny's muffled cries as Butters did the one thing he asked for that he could agree to do; slapped him. Not hard, but enough to earn those pretty little sounds Butters loved hearing. The only reason why he was so rough was because he knew Kenny trusted him. And a part of him knew Kenny needed this.
"Harder, harder, harder... fuckyes, fuck me... hnnnnngh... yeah, baby, just like... don't stop don't stop..."
"G-God, Ken..."
Kenny let out a keening scream as his body trembled, then stiffened as his orgasm rocked through his body. His quaking and clenching muscles was enough to send Butters over the edge; his mind was flooded with euphoric ecstasy as he filled Kenny's ass. Kenny moaned loudly and watched as Butters dipped his head to his stomach, where his cum had spattered. He fought for breath and watched with lusty eyes as Butters tenderly licked his skin and he stopped him from pulling out.
"Not... not yet..." Kenny murmured, then pulled Butters' chest on top of his. He burrowed his head in the crook of his arm and just breathed in his scent as he came down from his high. "Leopold..." he heard him say, voice heavily muffled by his skin. "I'm sorry." Butters furrowed his eyebrows and twirled a lock of Kenny's long hair in his fingers.
"Sorry?" He asked curiously again; the dark blonde sighed and pulled away from him slightly.
"That... I let what's yours get ruined. That..." he trailed off. Butters picked up his chin and shook his head as he looked deep into his eyes.
"Kenny, as much as I adore your ass that's not what I'm worried about. You gave me your virginity and it wasn't ruined that night, or any of the other times we did it before... it's not ruined now, either because I always will have that part of you, okay? You aren't ruined either, but that's what I care about the most. You're not ruined, but you're so... so hurt and the fact you let me do that... it shows a lot, that you've come a long way. You're a fighter, Kenny McCormick, and that's what I love about you." Butters murmured. Kenny smiled softly and pressed his lips against Butters as they rolled onto their sides. The bright blonde turned and saw the gleam in Kenny's eyes and sighed heavily as he grabbed Butters wrists.
"Yes...?" Butters asked with a devilish grin, Kenny smirked as he tied his wrists with torn cloth.
"You aren't gonna feel that for a week, are ya?" Kenny asked. The older boy giggled and spread his legs for Kenny, who grinned. "Let's change that."