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Kyle was terribly drunk after Cartman’s party. Cartman hardly ever throws parties but this one just kind of happened. He had some friends over, and then some more, then alcohol was involved, then suddenly it was a party.
It was also the first time Cartman had seen Kyle drunk like this. Kyle was very touchy when drunk but also very sleepy.
So that’s how Cartman got here, carrying a sleeping Kyle (who, not to mention, he has had a thing for for a long while now) to his room.
Cartman had to be “the responsible one” by calling Kyle’s mom to let her know that her son is sleeping over at his house tonight.
However, Cartman was happy about these events because it was a perfect excuse for him to sleep in the same bed as Kyle.
Cartman set Kyle down on the side of the bed that is closer to the wall and then climbed under the blankets himself, then tucking Kyle in too.
Kyle was shivering and almost immediately went to cling to Cartman’s warm body. Cartman had to check that Kyle was still asleep, and somehow he was. So Cartman buried his face in Kyle’s messy curls and scooped him into his arms, hands landing on the middle of his back.
In this perfect moment, Cartman didn’t care that Kyle was asleep. All he cared about was the fact that he was holding Kyle. Holding Kyle.
But maybe the dream doesn’t have to come to an end. If Cartman is careful, he can do what he wants with Kyle, or at least to a certain extent considering the fact that Kyle is still sleeping.
Cartman’s hands slide down from Kyle’s back to his ass, squeezing slightly. Kyle just sighs.
Cartman takes a deep breath of Kyle’s scent as he continues to hold Kyle’s ass in his large hands, which seem to fit just perfectly around Kyle in every single way.
Trying his best not to get too greedy, Cartman brings his upper hand around Kyle’s stomach and lightly slides it up his shirt, feeling the soft, freckled skin that lies underneath, slowly rising and falling as Kyle breathes.
Cartman’s hand slowly moves up with it until it brushes against Kyle’s nipple. Kyle lets out the smallest noise before bucking his hips into Cartman’s slightly
At this point, Cartman is completely hard, so he moves both of his hands to Kyle’s hips and pulls them back into his own hips, grinding slowly.
Kyle squirms in his sleep, struggling and squirming for more friction. The moment Cartman cups Kyle’s ass again Kyle humps towards him innocently. Cartman can’t help himself, he pulls Kyle’s hips back and slides a hand over Kyle’s clothed crotch.
This ends up being a bad decision, as Kyle’s bleary eyes flutter open. Cartman freezes.
“Heavy sleeper.” Is the first thing Cartman states. Kyle looks at him groggily.
“I was having a dream about you,” Kyle mutters slowly, obviously still very out of it. “But my head didn’t hurt in the dream and we weren’t in your room.”
Cartman grins at the fact that Kyle is thinking of him in a sexual way.
“Fuck me slowly,” Kyle continues, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “But use your fingers first, ‘kay?”
Cartman swallows slowly and nods, helping Kyle turn around. Cartman tugs Kyle’s pants and underwear down in one swift motion, then puts two fingers in his mouth, hoping it’s enough.
Cartman brings one finger between Kyle’s cheeks, gently brushing against Kyle’s hole. Kyle’s breath hitches, which is enough to let Cartman know to go in slowly.
He easily gets his fingertip in, but struggles with the rest of his finger. Kyle is just so tight, he might as well be a virgin. Cartman honestly isn’t sure if Kyle is but he doubts it, Kyle is very attractive and just looking at him is enough to know that he takes it up the ass.
Cartman gets to his knuckle, enjoying every single little tired noise Kyle makes. Once it’s all the way in, Cartman adds a second finger, holding Kyle still with his other hand.
Cartman fingers him for a good while. He pulls his fingers out, not knowing if it’s enough, but Cartman just assumes it is, as Kyle hasn’t told him to wait.
Cartman slides down his own pants, peeking at Kyle as he does so. Kyle’s eyes are closed but open soon after he doesn’t feel Cartman touching him anymore.
“Hurry up, fat boy.” Kyle mutters, bringing a hand around himself and onto Cartman’s hip.
“I’m not fucking fat,” Cartman says quietly yet gruffly. He aligns his cock up to Kyle’s hole and starts in slowly. All that can be heard in the room while Cartman pushes in slowly is the soft whirring of the fan and Kyle’s whimpers.
“You can take it,” Cartman mumbles, sliding fully in now while Kyle moans for him.
Cartman brings his hips back and snaps them forward, smirking when Kyle yelps. Cartman grabs onto his hips and gives a few experimental thrusts.
“E-eric.. I said slow. ‘M tired.” Kyle whispers, pushing back against Cartman’s thick cock.
Cartman rolls his eyes but builds a slow and steady pace just for Kyle. He wouldn’t listen to anyone else’s demands like this anyway. He tries his best to not give into the temptation to flip him onto his stomach and pound him everytime he lets out a tired little groan.
“That’s it,” Cartman says quietly, more to himself. He reaches around Kyle and wraps his hand around his cock, pumping very slowly. He feels Kyle twitch and shake with every movement.
Kyle doesn’t let him know before he comes, just lets out a louder groan and thrusts forwards, spilling all over Cartman’s hand.
A few more thrusts and Cartman comes too, filling up Kyle with some leaking out. Kyle doesn’t say anything as he pulls out all the way, then wrapping his hands around Kyle’s torso and pulling them flush together, Cartman’s chest to Kyle’s back.
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When Kyle wakes up, he is shocked for a moment. But then the memories come flooding in. He sits up and swivels around to see Cartman laying behind him, snoring obnoxiously loud.
At first, Kyle is mad, but doesn’t find himself regretting it. Just wishing that their possible next time will start with him fully conscious.