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works/679068.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Kenny_McCormick/Butters_Stotch
  Character:
      Kenny_McCormick, Butters_Stotch
  Additional Tags:
      Short, LOTR
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-10 Words: 1099
****** Game Night ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Thursday is game night at the Stotch household. Kenny comes by to
     play... Lord of the Rings.
Notes
     This porn is the result of my Stick of Truth anxiety. Hope it eases
     your nerves too~
Butters tastes like beer, sour and a little bubbly around the tongue. The gas
in his stomach churns and Kenny feels like he's doing a very naughty, very
dirty thing as his tongue winds around the other boy's tongue, parsing out all
the rank flavor of potato chips and pilfered booze. His other hand is braced
against the hardwood paneling of Butter's basement, but so much of him is
balanced on Butter's mouth that the air around him twists like the fatal turn
and lock of wheels on a raceway. He's drifting and getting lazy out of awe, but
Butters seems to like the way his other hand moves up and down over his thigh.
His fists are clenched into the down of Kenny's parka, kneading like an eager
cat. There's a clatter as an empty bottle bounces off the cement floor, and
Kenny is pushed onto his back. Butters hops onto his thighs and pulls his
collared shirt up and over his head, before bending down to bite on Kenny's
lips and slobber down his chin and into the crevasses of his neck. Kenny feels
jerked around, like a puppet on floss strings, because he is touching his own
elbows when he wraps his arms around Butter's waif-like frame and involuntarily
thrusting into his jean-clad ass. His mind is fixed on the skin on his back
where Butter's feels rough, a little more manly, hairy than he expected, not
soft at all. But then, what's manly or womanly about a kid who's fighting a
jacket zipper with his teeth?
It's neither, cause it's just damn sexy. And he wants him. Which is the best
fucking part.
"It'd be awful nice if you let me touch your penis," Butter's whispers. Then
Kenny loses his pants so quickly it's like they weren't even on him to begin
with. Butter's find his cock easily with his hand and drags it up between them
like an obelisk barrier, a little pink Mountie warding away the gravity of the
situation they were in; two boys exercising their innocence on a lonely
Thursday night. He leans back onto Kenny's thighs, still pumping his fist up
and down on Kenny's dick and mouths, "You like that, fella?"
"Yeah," Kenny pants. He feels ridiculously sweaty, and his underwear is only
pulled down to his thighs; he wants to spread his legs, but with Butters on
top, all he can do is lay back and struggle fruitlessly. He doesn't mean to
moan so shamelessly but his outbursts echo against the basement walls,
accompanied by Butter's pleased humming and giggling, which only makes Kenny
bang his head against the cement in frustration. Butters rocks into Kenny's
thrusts as his motions become more fierce and deliberate, his other hand
sneaking under his other to push a lone finger past Kenny's balls and into his
ass-crack. Then Kenny yelps and comes so quickly that his vision is bruised
purple and yellow underneath his eyelids. He can feel the soft caress of
Butter's hand cupped around the tip of his cock, expertly catching the cum in
his palm, and then bringing it quickly to his mouth to dispose of the evidence.
"Is that...good?" Kenny asks, completely wasted of breath, his bloodshot eyes
following Butter's tongue as it sweeps in between his fingers. The sweat
dripping down his sides chills him, until he sees Butters brush his hands off
on his pants and fumble to his belt buckle.
"It ain't too tasty, but it's no worse than creamed corn." Butters smirks a
little, and lifts himself off Kenny's thighs, allowing the blood to flow back
through his legs. Butters stands up and yanks the belt out of it's notches, his
pants falling to hang low off of his hips, the waistband of his underpants
peeking through. Kenny's hands go to Butter's knees, and though the boy
staggers, Kenny is still able to pull himself up to his waist and yank his
zipper and underwear down to the crest of his buttocks. He doesn't wait for
Butters to protest, and his mouth drops straight onto his dick, sucking and
slurping away the musky moisture.
Butters groans and falls back against the wall. His hand slaps over his mouth,
but his muffled cries still resonate in Kenny's ears, encouraging him further.
He doesn't need to be quiet with his parents long gone, Kenny thinks with some
agitation, but he can't be bothered to slap his hand away from his mouth when
Kenny has a firm grip on the soft juncture between his ass-cheeks and thighs,
guiding Butter's uneven thrusts into his mouth. His jaw begins to ache, so he
goes faster, bobbing his head to the delicate rhythm set by Butter's hips, his
fingers digging into the cushion of his ass and banging against the wood
paneling behind them each time he pulls back. Butters yelps out "Oh, boy, here
it comes!" and Kenny pulls back suddenly enough to let the first spray of cum
streak up across his nose and forehead before he ducks out of the way and
gently cups Butter's balls with his bruised hands, massaging lightly. Butters
looses his footing, and his hands fall onto Kenny's shoulders to steady
himself, then they make eye contact for the first time since their antics
began.
"Heh, th-thank you." Butters stares at his cum still dripping off of Kenny's
nose, and Kenny's scrapes it away with his fingers and rubs it into his jacket.
Butters blushes an interesting shade of purple in the blue glow of the
television, his eyes cast down towards Kenny's still naked lap.
"Hey," Kenny slaps his butt playfully, and catches his shy gaze once more.
"Thank you. I don't usually...play like this. It's kinda fun."
"I...I think I'll put my pants back on now." Butters hands shakily attempt to
fix his pants against his waist and wind the belt back in it's place.
"Oh. Okay." Kenny feels incredibly awkward with his pants rolled up in a heap
at his feet, but he yanks his underpants over his dick and grasps for Butters
shirt. He starts to offer it back to Butters, but a mischievous glint lingers
in his eye and he casts it off into the far corner of the room.
Butters looks appalled at first, but when Kenny's hands weave across his
ribcage, his stance turns to jelly, and then they're rolling against the slats
of wood in each other's embrace once more.
Butters pauses with a hot breath, "Th-they get home at nine."
"Cool," Kenny exhales. "Let's watch Lord of the Rings again."
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