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Iris and Lena had finally gone to sleep.
It had taken awhile. Both girls fighting back at their parent’s insistent rule that they have to go to bed before 9:00PM.
Kyle’s rules.
“It’s Friday! There’s no school tomorrow!” Iris yelled.
No exceptions.
“I don’t care, Iris. It’s still passed your bedtime. You need sleep. Plus, we have a big day tomorrow!” Kyle tried to reason with her. Not yelling but defiantly raising his voice. Look, he’s tired, okay? You would be too when your daughter is similar to the hell-spawn that was (and still) your husband when he was her age, if not worse.
No, she’s not worse. Yet.
Hopefully.
“Oh, come on! We can still get plenty of sleep after 9. Plus, were not going anywhere special tomorrow.” She deadpanned. Quoting “The big day is just going to grandma and grandpa’s house.”
Kyle just sighs.
“Whelp, she’s got you there.” Cartman, not so helpfully, adds.
Kyle resisted the urge to strangle his husband. Not wanting another domestic abuse case on his hands, that his said daughter caused.
Kyle and Eric have a relatively healthy relationship, m’kay? At least, to their standards. They’re not what you would call “normal” and “stable” people. But they found each other, have an obsession and have found some form of stability. So, its fine.
Love is love.
They eventually get sick of them fighting back, well, more like Iris fighting back. Lena had already fallen asleep on the couch. Way before the argument even started.
Kyle can’t help but “aw” at his other daughter.
Despite being adopted, she holds a similar appearance to when Cartman was her age. Brown coloured hair, chubby body and the cutest smile (but not innocent at all). He finds that adorable, he’ll never admit that, though.
He’ll also never admit how he finds Iris antics which are again similar to young Cartman’s (and arguably current Cartman’s) to be adorable, as well.
It also gives him the biggest sense of nostalgia and Kyle’s a sucker for nostalgia.
Another thing that he’ll never admit (he’ll never admit a lot) is that he kind of’ misses the old dynamic that him and his husband had. A game of chase. A game of villain and hero. It was fun. He’s pretty sure people can recognised that he liked it, though. Given Kyles obsession with cartman.
But that’s fine, because Kyle loves and prefers his current and stable life he has right now.
That’s something he will admit.
Kyle picks her up. The chubby girl snoring without a care in the world.
He chuckles softly.
Cartman then goes to pick up Iris as well. By the back of her shirt. “Come on brat. Time for bed, I’m being total seriously.”
She struggles from his hold.
“No! I’m not even tired you fag!”
“Mmm, and that’s why you’re being this grumpy.”
“I’m literally 9! I don’t even need a bedtime anymore.” She waves her arms up and down to get out of his grip.
“Clearly”
They soon follow Kyle and the sleeping Lena upstairs. Putting their two daughters to rest.
Iris ends up falling asleep in her father’s arms on the way.
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Kyle slowly closes the girl’s door. Making sure not to wake them.
Granted, it took a bit to get them asleep, but they got there. It’s now 9:40pm, that’s a perfectly normal time to put your children to sleep, right?
Kyle sighs. “That girl is gonna’ drill my head in. Goddamnit.”
He rests his head slightly on the wall. Tired now, too.
The other man slyly wraps his arms around his husband’s mid-waist. Kissing the redhead’s neck softly.
Cartman can be smooth, sometimes.
“What do you think you’re doing, Fatass?” Kyle lovingly askes his husband. Tilting his neck to make room for more of his neck kisses. Sighing contently at the touch. Cartman not wasting time in devouring his neck in love bites.
Kyle loves the attention, but not as much as cartman craves the attention that his Red Velvet gives him when he kisses, sucks and bites his neck. Cooing at the touch. He slightly rocks his hips back. Grinding his ass against the bulge of Cartman’s slacks.
Effectively making Cartman bite his lips at the sensation.
God, Cartman fucking loves Kyle.
“Treating my Red Velvet with what he deserves.” He tells him. Sucking a bruise into the left side of his neck. Kyle lets out a quiet moan from this.
Despite enjoying himself, he quickly puts a stop to this. Not wanting to do anything in front of their children’s front door for Christ’s sake!
“Let’s not tarnish out kids fucking bedroom door, you idiot”.
He pushes Cartman off him. He may be the slightly shorter one (annoyingly) but he’s the stronger of the two and the one in charge.
Cartman frowns at the lack of contact of his husband. Jokingly his property but Kyle quickly shut that down.
Kyle just shakes his head as the other throws at him one of his many manipulative frowns. Its second nature to him at this point, manipulation. He loves his husband. But he also knows him the best. So that little trick doesn’t work on him. Sometimes. Unlike in the past.
“Come on” he mouths. Indicating they go to their own room to finish what they started.
Cartman smirks.
He quickly grabs a hold of Kyles hand. Rushing to get to their bedroom.
“Hey! Cartman don’t touch-” before he can even finish that sentence, they make it to their room and his back is slammed against the wall.
Kyle hates that. He’s defiantly making him sleep on the couch for this later. But he’s a good and loving husband. So, he’ll allow him thinking he’s the one leading.
But not before calling him a “Dick!”, telling him off. Giving his horny husband a piece of his mind!
But his neck is then surely attacked again, and he just melts.
Any insults and a possible slur slipping of his tongue.
Cartman sucks and bites his neck. Leaving small, but noticeable marks. He leaves a particularly big mark on the right side of his neck. Turning purple already.
Kyles pushed further back into the wall. “Ah, shit”
Kyle quickly gains his senses. He’s the one in charge here. Plus, as much as he loves him, he refuses to lose to Eric fucking Cartman. That’s including in bed, too.
Grabbing a hold of the neck biters yellow tie he pulls him away from his neck towards his face by the tie. “You’re in deep shit for slamming me against the wall.” He tightens his grip around the tie. Sneering. Cartman only smiles back knowingly. He couldn’t help it. He loves when he takes charge for once. It’s always Kyle in charge and Cartman will forever crave that power.
Kyle may be the one taking it up that ass but he’s sure as hell is the dominant one in this fucking relationship. You can count on that.
Cartman doesn’t mind, though. As long as he gets to have that sweet, sweet ass.
Leaning in. Kyle kisses the soft lips of his husband. Who graciously accepts.
They make out as if they were fighting. Teeth clashing and biting the others lip. It’s sloppy and Kyle usually hates sloppy but tonight he doesn’t care. He just spent 45 minutes trying to get his two daughters’ asleep and even before that another 45 minutes trying to get them ready for bed. Not to mention the current case he was on at his law firm was fucking his ass.
That’s Cartmans job.
So, who cares if he’s sloppy tonight. He can be sloppy.
And right now, all this redhead wants is his husbands fucking dick up his fucking ass.
Kyle rocks his hip into the other making him moan into his mouth.
“Ah, Goddamnit, Kahl. Your so fuckin’ hot” he mumbles back into the kiss.
Their kiss deepens. Cartman licks Kyles bottom lip. He parts his lips in retaliation, allowing the others tongue in. Forget the fact that these two dumbasses were just biting each other’s lip and clashing teeth, no tongue. What losers. Married for around six to seven years and still can’t properly make out. (Or maybe they just like it that way).
The already sloppy kiss becoming sloppier. Messier. And despite himself, Kyle loves it.
Both start to rock their hips into each other, getting as much friction as they possibly can with their clothes still on and intact.
Removing his grip from the tie, Kyle wraps his arms around Cartman’s neck. Intensifying their make out sesh’.
This goes on for around five minutes. They’re both very impatient people.
Impatient people who want to get straight to the main course.
In between breaths Cartman whispers into Kyles ears. “Wanna take this to the bed?” Pulling him back into a kiss, he hums in agreement into the kiss. Not wanting to miss out on any tongue action.
Taking his eagerness as a welcome to his next action. Cartman lifts Kyle up so the Daywalker is forced to wrap his legs around his waist. Kyle’s arms around Cartman’s neck tightening.
He yelps.
“Hey! I could’ve just walked” annoyed at his husband’s antics.
“Yeah, but this is better. You’re my precious Red Velvet and I need to treat you right”.
“That’s a first”
“Hey!”
Cartman pouts and Kyle just smiles. That was a lie, Cartman fawns over him quite a lot. He’s obsessed with him. (So is Kyle).
He plops him onto their bed. Messing up their sheets and knocking down one of their pillows.
“Dude, you’re messing up our bed”.
“It’s about to be a whole lot messier” the other retorts, before leaning downwards to take his lover’s lips once again.
It’s a lot more passionate than sloppy. Some could say sweet.
Whilst the two made out they slowly took off their own and each other’s clothes. Cartman taking off his jacket along with unbuttoning his shirt. Kyle, already done taking of his shirt starts helping him by untying his tie, not before jokingly tightening it. Choking him.
Instead of chuckling along with Kyle, Cartman blushes, staring breathlessly at his beautiful, handsome husband. His Red Velvet.
He’s so pent-up dude.
Before Kyle can even finish untying the tie, Cartman pounces on him. Devouring his neck with even more love-bites than before. He’s practically chewing on him.
“A-ah! Cartman” He breaths out. Wincing as Cartman sucks another bruise into his neck. Biting it. Licking it.
Kyle grips his neck biter’s brown hair. His other hand gripping his shoulder.
“We’re seeing my parents tomorrow! Did you forget that?” He asks angrily as Cartman continuously attacks his neck like it’s a double stuff Oreo pack. Fat Fuck.
His parents are going to think he was assaulted! Or worse, judge him for acting like a horny teenager. His parents already judge him to who he decided to marry (not that he blames them), he doesn’t want them to know what happens in their bedroom, as well.
He pushes Cartman off his neck. Annoying the other but he just moves down to his angry lovers’ nipples instead.
Kyle squirms as his chest gets kissed, then Cartman’s lips latching onto his nipple. Sucking. Nibbling it to get arise out of Kyle and his sensitive chest.
“You always act like a girl when I do this” Cartman comments smugly.
His comment goes ignore. Kyle not caring as he focusses on the sensation. Also, he knows that Cartman’s chest is just as sensitive, and there’s more plump to them. So, if anyone wants to make a somewhat sexist comment on his chest, it certainly can’t be coming from him.
Kyle grips his hair tighter, gesturing to him to shut up. Cartman chuckles.
Done with his chest he continuously kisses downwards. To his chest to his stomach. Placing a small, soft kiss onto his belly button, creating a shudder out of Kyle. Goosebumps forming.
He trails even lower till his reaches the hem of his pants.
Before unzipping them, he looks back up at his lover who is now caressing his hair. He leans into the touch.
“You gonna’ blow me or what?” Kyle questions.
Cartman smirks. “Oh Kahl, how impatient of you. You really want me to blow you so bad?” He leans down placing a kiss right above the dent of Kyles pants that are hiding his aching boner.
Cartman wiggles his eyebrows at him.
“Such a dirty girl” he says. which brings a snort to Kyle.
His dirty talk is trash, but it still somehow turns him on.
He’s such a dumbass and Kyle loves him.
“You’re the one who’s a, ugh, dirty girl.” Kyle dirty talk is also just as bad.
“Aye!”
Kyle gently pushes Cartman’s head back down to his crotch. Using his hands, he unzips Kyle’s zipper and tries to pull down his pants. Trying to pull off his dress pants whilst he’s sitting on them.
“A little help here babe?”
“Oh, yeah shit. Hold on.” Kyle replies, sitting up a bit as he shimmies down his pants. Taking them fully off.
Cartman palms Kyle through his boxes enticing a groan out of Kyle. His groans sounding like music to his ears. Wanting to hear more (And not wanting to blue ball his husband) he pulls down his boxes, releasing Kyle’s hardened cock.
He hisses as the cold air touches his sore cock, but he doesn’t have to worry long because as quickly as its release its covered again by the warm sensation of Cartman’s mouth.
“Ah, fuck” Kyle moans, one hand holding onto Cartman’s hair as his other covers his face. Arching his back as Cartman sucks him off.
He bobs his head up and down around the shaft. Stopping sometimes at the head to suck harder before going back down. Teasing the sensitive head.
This makes Kyle whimper.
Cartman continues to flex that he has no gag reflex as he sinks all the way down to the base. He swears he can feel it prodding at his throat. Like most times when he gave head, he wondered if he could see the bulge.
He loves it. Usually, the thought of him going down on someone and putting himself in a vulnerable place like this pisses him off to no end, but Kyle. Kyle’s the exception. He would do anything for Kyle, he wants to do anything for Kyle. Sucking him off is one of them. Been doing it for six years and he’s not gonna’ stop now.
The way his cock fills up his throat, choking him and fucking him. Using him as some kind of sex toy is enough to make him cream his pants.
They quickly change positions to make it easier for Kyle to fuck Cartman’s face.
Getting on his knees onto the floor, he leans on Kyle’s thigh who’s now sitting up on the edge of the bed. Spreading his legs eagerly for Cartman.
“Enjoying yourself, Eric?” His husband whispers. Half lovingly and half concerned. Checking on his lovesick husband in between his legs.
Cartman answers this by taking his length back into his mouth.
“Oh God” Kyle mumbles. Cartman bobs his head back up and down again. Licking the tip for extra measure.
“Hah. Cartman, keep doing that” he pleas.
Cartman sucks the head more. Causing another moan out of Kyle.
He sucks the tip a bit more before licking a strip down his cock and then taking down the stiff limb again.
Kyle grabs his head by both hands and pushes him down more. Choking him.
Cartman moans at the rough play at used, Kyle thrusting in his throat. His eyes tearing up as they roll back slightly.
A tear slips out as Cartman starts moving his hips for friction as the boner in his pants is now rock hard and aching. This along with him getting throat fucked makes another tear slip out. He moans more. Moaning along with Kyle’s soft cries of pleasure.
Kyle wipes his tears away and pulls him off his cock. Wanting to check up on his husband and stopping himself from cumming too soon.
Cartman sighs as he leans against his thighs again. Kyle patting his hair.
“I’m not a dog”.
“Acting like that dog training book doesn’t help”.
“Screw you, Jew.” He retorts.
“You want that don’t you.” Kyle smirks as he rubs his foot against the dent in his pants.
Cartman groans.
“Fuck yeah I do” He quickly gets up, startling the other.
He pushes Kyle back onto the bed. Flipping him on his stomach. Grabbing his love handles and give him a thrust against his ass. Kyle feeling the dent of his pants rub against his eager hole.
“Fuck, get the lube. Fuck foreplay I’m too old and pent up for this shit.” He’s only in his early thirties.
“Anything for you Red Velvet.”
He reaches around to get the lube out of the side table.
Cartman checks the lube bottle, realising that they haven’t stocked up in lube. The bottle being nearly as empty as it was two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago.
Goddamnit.
“Y’know Kyle I just realised that we haven’t had sex in a while. Like, a large amount of a fucking while. Like weeks! Oh, my fucking God we haven’t had sex in weeks. No wonder you’ve been so bitchy!” Kyle turns around to punch him in the arm for that stupid comment.
“Dumbass, it hasn’t been weeks! Only two. We’ve been busy. It’s what happens when you’re an adult. A father. You get busy. You’re just exaggerating because your horny twenty-four seven. I should know, my back and ass pay for that.” Kyle tells him.
“Nuh uh”
“Yuh uh”
Cartman rolls his eyes “Ugh, stop being dramatic Kahl” He opens up the bottle of lube.
“How am I being the dramatic one?” he tells him, fighting back as usual.
Cartman coats his fingers in lube. “cause’” he smacks his ass playfully with his other hand.
Kyle yelps.
“H-hey!”
“Plus, if that’s true. The horny twenty-four seven thing” he caresses his middle finger over his hole. “Then that must just mean I’m a sex God”.
“You’re not” He deadpans.
Cartman slowly slips his finger inside.
This brings a shiver to Kyle.
“A-ah, fuck.” Okay, maybe it has been a while since they last had sex. Two weeks is way too long.
Cartman continues to finger him with one finger only, his left hand rubs his husbands back in support.
Kyle whines. “Add more, Christ.”
“Not very Jewish of you to say”.
“Shut up, Fatass”
“I thought you liked me being thoughtful. Learning that whole empathising shit. Ah shit, I mean sympathise?”
Kyle smiles to himself. He loves that idiot.
“I do but your fingers aren’t really doing anything so rubbing my back is pointless”.
He adds “but thank you”.
He turns his head around slightly. Giving him a sultry smile. “C’mon, I want your big cock already” he whines. Its humiliating but he wants to get to the best part, plus, giving his husband an ego boost can work sometimes. Just can’t overdo it.
Sometimes Kyles the more manipulative one, and that’s okay. They even each other out.
Cartman can physically feel his cock pulse at the sound of Kyles pleas.
He needs to hurry this shit up.
Slipping in another finger, he fucks him with two for a short while before grazing against his prostate.
Kyle moans. Head hung low. “Mhm. Fuck again, Cartman” he breaths out.
Cartman keeps fingering him till he reaches three fingers and decides enough is enough. He’s pent enough as it is, and he needs release, and Kyle’s gonna’ give it to him.
He quickly retreats his fingers earning a slight hiss from Kyle and unzips his pants, not even bothering with taking them off. No, he’s too far gone. He’s going to fuck his husband and he’s going to do it now.
Taking out his cock and grabbing a hold of the lube again, he pours some of the remaining lube on his aching cock. The cool sensation sending shivers down Cartman’s spine. He jerks it twice before aligning it with Kyle’s prepped hole.
“Ah, mhm fucking finally.” Kyle scoffs.
Not wasting a second more. He hastily starts sliding it in. Not stopping till he bottoms out.
Cartman hangs his head backwards. Sighing in relief. Whilst Kyle arches his back. Mewing at being stretched out by his husbands, amazing but relatively average, cock.
Cartman jerks his hips forward a bit. “Ah, yeah. Feels good to be back into this tight little hole again.”
‘I’ve told you to stop talking like that when we’re having sex, asshole. Now-” Kyle fucks himself on Cartman’s cock. “- shut the fuck up and fuck me”.
“Don’t gotta’ tell me twice”.
“I said shut- Ah!”
Cartman rams into him hard. Pulling back then slamming in again and again and again. Making sure to hit deep into Kyle.
“Ah- fuck!” Kyle yelps. Gripping the sheets beneath him as he’s ram into.
He continuously thrust into him. The sound of slapping skin bouncing off the walls
“Mhng” Kyle moans.
“Fuck” Cartman leans forward and hugs Kyle from behind. Leaving soft kisses along his neck. His breath hot and heavy against his sensitive flesh making Kyle shudder. Goosebumps across his body.
“Fuck, you always feel so good. I want to barry my entire body into you, y’know? Like- aha- romantically.”
“That’s a, o- oh, fucked thing to s- ay!” Cartman hit his prostate.
Cartman moves closer and whispers “What was that?” into his ear.
Kyle squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his face into the sheets. Cartman repositioning himself so he’s on his knees and able to grab a hold of Kyles hips. Kyle mutters something that’s muddles by his head pressed down into the sheets.
“shu… up…”
“Hmm?”
“Shuddup’” he says louder. Thrusting his ass onto Cartman’s cock. “and fuck me harder”.
He listens. Pulling back Kyle’s ass by the hips so it slams into Cartman’s thrust harder and deeper. Creating a rhythm.
Kyle groans into the sheet, eyes glistering.
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“Iris? What are you doing?” Questioned Lena. Rubbing her droopy eyes having just been awoken by the sound of her sister’s not so quiet steps.
Iris jumped and turned around. Spooked by Lena’s sudden appearances. “W- what the!? Shut the fuck up!” she angrily whispered.
The door of their shared room slightly open, Iris head poke out of it. Looking warily across the hall. A nervous expression on her face.
“I’m up because I heard a noise. A loud bang. Well, a few actually.” She informed her sister.
Lena’s eyes widen up in fear. “A bang? Did someone break in!?” she shrieked.
Iris quickly covered her mouth. “No!” she shushed her. “I don’t know what it was. But it probably wasn’t that, probably.”
Taking a big gulp, she, tip toed this time, out of their room. Following the noise.
Not wanting to be in the room all by herself, Lena grabs a hold of Iris’s button-up pyjama top and left to go searching for the noise alongside her stupid- I mean brave sister. Right behind her, so what ever they found, if possibly an intruder, would kill her first and she could make a run for it. That’s what her dad would’ve told her to do! Survival of the fittest.
As the quietly walked towards the banging Iris couldn’t help but notice that there were no signs of a break in. She breathed in relief. Thankfully that she and her family are gonna’ be alright.
But, if not for someone breaking in… what’s with noise? And why is it coming from her father’s bedroom?
Another bang was heard. Along with sound of slapping and the sound of their red headed dad’s cry. Could he be fighting someone?
That’s what Lena thought. Eyes going panicked Lena rushed to her parent’s bedroom to help her dads. Iris tried to stop her. Not because she was afraid of the possible intruder but due to the fact that she knew exactly what her parents were doing in there.
“Daddies!!” cried out Lena. Slamming open the door to the master bedroom.
“I’ve come to help you...!” she stopped. Eyes wide for a different reason now. Mouth open in wordless shock. Not processing what she’s seeing right in front of her.
Her dads, Cartman ramming into Kyle from behind. Hands tightly gripping his waist as he groans and tells Kyle sweetly of how he’s “close”. Whilst Kyle gets pushed forward, hands gripping the sheets beneath him looking like he’s about to rip them. Eyes tilted back towards his head as he half moans half shouts-
“I’m coming!”
Cartman notices the kids.
Kyle does not. As his face is slammed into the mattress. Cartman stops moving and stares at them in shock. Suddenly not feeling like coming anymore.
Kyle does. The warm whitish substance spilling out of his cock as he shakes and cry.
Lena sees all of this, mortified.
Coming to the rescue Iris slams the door.
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Lifting his head up from their bed Kyle turns to look at Cartman.
“Why didn’t you come?” he questions. A bit hurt.
Snapping out of his shocked state looking back at Kyle. He whispers-
“The girls caught us”.
And despite it not being fully Cartman’s fault that’s why he ended up sleeping on the couch that night. As Kyle tries to explain to Lena what exactly she just saw.