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It had started off with an astonished line of questioning from Kyle and Stan in the mid-afternoon at City Wok, a slow time of day for the restaurant when Kenny’s friends knew he probably wouldn’t have a whole lot of work to do and would be able to hang out for a while.
“How far would you let him take it?” asked a vaguely disgusted, but morbidly intrigued-looking Kyle over a bite of city beef.
“What do you mean?” asked Kenny, leaning on the handle of his mop as he stood over his friends’ table. “Uh, we’ve already fucked, if that wasn’t obvious.” Then, after a brief moment of silence, he added, "A lot."
“Yeah, that much was pretty obvious,” said Stan. “You’ve been together for like, longer than we have.”
“Obvious and gross,” added Kyle, resulting in a roll of Kenny’s eyes.
“What are you asking, then?”
“I mean like...” He looked a little uncomfortable, but continued. “How far would you go for him? I mean, God knows he probably has some weird-ass fantasies.” Kenny thought he saw Kyle almost gag in his mouth.
“Um, yeah, I guess you’re right about that?” Kenny replied with a slight laugh. He was still a bit puzzled as to why Kyle of all people would even want to know any of this. “But to answer your question, I’ll try anything once.”
“Well, yeah, everyone says that, but no one actually means it,” Kyle retorted.
Kenny shrugged. “I do.”
“No way,” Kyle scoffed. “You wouldn’t try literally anything.”
“I dunno...” Stan said, reminiscing for a moment on his time dating Kenny in high school.
“I sure as hell would,” Kenny said, raising an eyebrow, almost boasting. “As long as it wasn’t like, rape or pedo shit or something.”
“Anything?” Kyle questioned, clearly not believing him.
“Anything.”
“Just clarifying, we’re talking about with Cartman.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So like... you’d let him...” Kyle searched for an example, glancing at Stan for help, who simply shrugged at him. “I don’t know, spank you?”
Kenny actually laughed. “Yeah, we’re well past that, Kyle.” He gave his friend a little pat on the head, amused by his apparent innocence.
Kyle scrunched up his face in disgust as Stan asked, “You’ve let Cartman spank you before?”
“Yep,” Kenny replied, as though the answer should have been obvious from the start.
“Dude.”
“What? You’re really shocked by that?”
“...I guess not.” Stan said nonchalantly, thinking about it as he took a sip of soda. He certainly didn’t understand Kenny’s attraction to Cartman, not in the slightest, but he never drove himself crazy about it the way Kyle did.
“And you said you’re well past that?” Kyle asked, bewildered.
“Definitely.”
“So you’d really let him do anything?”
“Kyle, come on. We’ve been through this. I already said I’ll try anything once, and I meant it. And if I try something once and like it, I’ll try it again and again.” He chuckled. Kyle was really funny to him at times.
“Like, what if he wanted you to fucking, I don’t know... piss on him or something?” Kyle tried, conjuring up what he personally would consider the grossest thing to do in the bedroom.
“We really don’t need to get into that here,” Kenny said. But then, after a moment, he winked. That elicited an “oof” from Stan and an “oh my God!” from Kyle.
Kenny laughed again. “Come on guys, I don’t tell you two how to and not to bone. It’s really none of your business anyway.”
“You’re right,” Stan admitted. “Sorry if we made you uncomfortable.”
“I just worry, man,” Kyle said. “I mean, it’s Cartman. Cartman. I don’t trust him.”
“Well, I do,” said Kenny with a shrug as he finally stood up straight. “For the most part, anyway.”
“Please tell me you don’t mean literally anything, though,” Kyle spat out quickly, and both Kenny and Stan groaned.
“Give it a rest, dude,” Stan urged.
“Come on, you guys know Cartman’s a sick fuck! What if he wanted to bring a loaded gun into the bedroom, huh?”
“Huh,” Kenny echoed, his eyes suddenly unfocusing and staring out into space rather than at his friends. He tapped his fingers on the mop’s handle.
“Um.” Kyle froze up at his friend's reaction and glanced between him and Stan, looking anxious.
“Oh, dude, no.” Stan started to look a little concerned as well. He gave his boyfriend a little smack on the arm, his eyes seeming to communicate, ‘thanks for putting ideas in his head.' They both loved Kenny, but he could be a huge dumbass sometimes, especially when it came to neglecting his own personal safety. Stan recalled one instance of overhearing Kenny and Cartman in the empty art classroom as he was walking past it back in high school.
“Come on, let me try it. Just a little!”
“Nope,” Kenny sounded a little out of it. “It’s dangerous. You could die. You’re only allowed to have pot.”
“You are SUCH a hypocrite, Kenny. You’re huffing it right now!”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter so much if it fucks me up. You know that.”
Cartman let out a childish whine. “I guess...”
“Dude, please don’t let Cartman around you with a gun, okay? It’s a really bad idea.” Stan did his best not to glare at Kyle for even bringing up such a thing.
“Alright dudes, I gotta go,” Kenny said, seemingly not even hearing Stan. “The kitchen needs scrubbing. Duty calls.” He gave them a little salute and his usual playful grin, though his eyes still seemed distant.
“Be safe...” was all Kyle could manage before Kenny turned and headed into the back of the restaurant, where he couldn’t be seen.
As soon as he got to the little table in the back of the kitchen where he would normally take his lunch breaks, Kenny sat down and took his cell phone out of his pocket. He knew Lu Kim wouldn’t mind; Stan and Kyle were the only ones in the restaurant, he had already given them their bill, and he’d already thoroughly cleaned every inch of the place that morning. He would just go back out once he heard another customer come in. Bussing Stan and Kyle’s table could wait until then, too. For now, he had a chance to text his boyfriend.
[Kenny]: hey babe, u busy?
The reply came just a few seconds later.
[Eric]: Not really, I just finished a shoot and desperately need colonel, I’m fucking starving
Kenny smiled as he typed back.
[Kenny]: lol yeah what else is new
[Kenny]: what were u shooting?
[Eric]: Some stupid ass engagement announcement photos
[Kenny]: why are u so grumpy? ur getting paid arent u?
[Eric]: Yeah I’m just fucking hungry as shit and they were holding me up forever
[Kenny]: thats why u charge by the hour ;) now u can afford to buy me something nice
[Eric]: Yeah right, you wish. Don’t you have shitty shrimp to be serving?
[Kenny]: nah nobodys really here right now
[Kenny]: actually i was just thinking and wanted to ask u about something
[Eric]: What?
Kenny paused for a moment as he contemplated the best way to communicate his request.
[Kenny]: its just im thinking about stuff we could do in bed
[Eric]: Of course you are
[Eric]: Horny piece of crap
[Eric]: Are you jacking off right now???
Kenny laughed.
[Kenny]: LOL no
[Kenny]: but i just sort of had an idea of something we could do like when im in one of those moods
[Eric]: A horny mood? So like all the time?
[Kenny]: no
[Kenny]: i mean yeah i guess i would have to be horny too but i kind of meant when im in a dark place
[Eric]: Oh
[Kenny]: yeah
The conversation briefly came to a halt as Kenny wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. Luckily, Eric picked up the slack.
[Eric]: What do you want to do??
[Kenny]: i thought maybe u could bring ur gun into bed with us
[Eric]: Oh?
Kenny could picture the confused, yet intrigued (and possibly aroused?) look that was most certainly on his boyfriend’s face.
[Kenny]: yeah and like hold it against my head or maybe put it in my mouth or something while ur fucking me, idk u could really decide what u wanna do with it
[Eric]: That sounds hot
[Eric]: Fuck you if you end up giving me a boner right now
Kenny continued, ignoring Eric’s little threat and the opportunity to egg him on.
[Kenny]: yeah and then maybe u could like
[Kenny]: shoot me?
There was no response for a few minutes. For the first time in a very long time, the normally sexually liberated man felt embarrassment over one of his desires. He kept his face in his hand and sat silently as he waited for a response. Finally, it came.
[Eric]: Are you asking me to kill you?
[Kenny]: kinda
[Kenny]: ok yeah i am
[Kenny]: would u do it?
[Eric]: I probably would
Kenny breathed a sigh of relief.
Eric was the only person who knew about his curse. He was the only person who could know about his curse. Nobody else remembered. But Eric’s one blue eye, the exact same hue as Kenny’s, served as a constant reminder— as well as the source— of the bond they shared that none of their friends would ever be able to understand, even if they wanted to. Of course, it wasn’t the only thing that brought the two together. Kenny felt that he was the only person who really understood Eric, too. That wasn’t to say he approved of, or was even okay with some of the horrible shit Eric had done, but it did somehow manage to make him love him despite it all. And as much as he didn’t want to when he was younger, he’d given in. They’d both accepted it and said, 'okay, let’s stop playing this stupid game, we both know we can’t fight it. The universe is pushing us together. We might as well embrace it.'
[Kenny]: idk i just think it could be kind of beautiful in a weird way and could really help me when im in one of my dumb slumps
[Kenny]: i already know thats faggy so u dont have to point it out
[Eric]: It is pretty faggy
[Eric]: But I think you’re right?
[Eric]: It would be really hot too
[Eric]: To kill you
Kenny exhaled shakily.
[Kenny]: ok, great
[Kenny]: btw im not ready for this like right now, itd be when im really in that mindset u know?
[Eric]: Yeah I get it
[Kenny]: cool
[Kenny]: i should get back to work now, ill see u later though
[Kenny]: and u can buy me a fancy dinner with that engagement photoshoot money ;)
[Eric]: Fuck off
[Kenny]: love ya <3
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It was weeks before Kenny felt like he might want to indulge in what he’d discussed with Eric over texts that day, and neither of them talked about it much, only mentioning it in passing or occasionally staring too long at the drawer where they kept their guns. Eventually, though, Kenny fell into a depressive state, as happened from time to time. Nothing in particular had set it off this time; sometimes it would be seeing someone he loved get sick, a reminder of the fact that he was going to outlive everyone he knew, or sometimes it was a particularly painful or traumatic death. This time, though, it just sort of happened, which was normal, even for regular humans.
Eric seemed to pick up on it when his boyfriend didn’t make as many jokes as usual, and wasn’t annoying about stealing his food and such. He was sitting on the couch in their apartment watching some stupid game show and stuffing his face with quadruple stuffed Oreos, waiting for Kenny to come home from a late shift. He finally heard the click of the door being unlocked, and soon after, the blonde plopped down unceremoniously on the couch next to him.
“Hey,” Eric greeted. Kenny simply gave a little hum of a response and laid his head on Eric’s shoulder. “Want some?” He held out his hand, offering one of his precious cookies to his boyfriend. The other just shook his head. Eric sighed and looked back at the TV. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he felt Kenny shifting onto his lap and throwing his arms around his neck, leaning in for a deep kiss. Eric was surprised, but it certainly wasn’t an unwelcome action, and he quickly reciprocated, putting his hands on his boyfriend’s skinny waist and pulling him closer.
Kenny continued the kiss for as long as he could without suffocating, and when he finally pulled away they were both panting slightly. He looked Eric right in the eyes with purpose, and spoke. “I want to do it. Tonight.”
“Okay,” Eric replied simply, and then realized that the other had meant more than just regular sex by ‘it.’ “...Ohh. Okay.” He ran his hands up and down Kenny’s sides, caressing him and holding him close. He had been looking forward to this since Kenny had first brought up the idea. Eric loved power and control, and this was pretty much the ultimate way of exerting it. He knew it was fucked up that he wanted to see the life leave the eyes of the man he loved, but he also knew that Kenny knew it was fucked up, too, and he also wanted it.
“Just... please.” Kenny spoke softly into Eric’s neck as he left gentle bites there. “Take complete control of me. I need it.” He felt very vulnerable in that moment, and he wanted Eric to make him feel it even moreso.
Eric nodded with a slight shudder. “Alright.” He quickly turned off the TV, then put his arms under Kenny and shifted his position so he could stand up and carry him to their bedroom bridal style. He was a lot shorter than Kenny, but he was actually pretty strong despite all the fat, and could lift the skinny man with relative ease. Kenny had tried to pick him up a couple of times. Those were fruitless efforts.
When they reached the bed, Eric debated for a moment whether to throw Kenny down roughly, or lay him down gently. It was a tough decision, but he went the gentle route. For now. He then crawled on top of his beautiful blonde, straddled him, and reached for his wrists, pinning them down above his head. Kenny just looked up at him with those gorgeous sapphire eyes, not saying a thing but communicating very clearly what he wanted. Eric leaned down to kiss him again, quickly coaxing his mouth open with his tongue and diving right in, reaching for every crevice of Kenny’s mouth he could get to. He tasted like an ashtray, which was gross, but Eric was used to it by this point. Kenny returned the kiss eagerly, moving to wrap his arms around Eric, but then remembering that they were pinned down. Eric pulled away after a while to catch his breath for a moment, before getting right back down to business, the kisses getting progressively more intense every time they pulled away and then returned to each other. Kenny pulled his legs up and managed to wrap them around Eric’s thick thighs, pulling him closer. He bucked his hips up, but couldn’t quite push himself up far enough to make contact with the other’s groin.
Eric finally made himself pull away from Kenny’s mouth, but not before taking his lower lip between his teeth and dragging it back with him until it slipped out of his grasp. Kenny’s eyes fluttered shut as he let out a breathy sigh. Eric couldn’t help but grin at the sight. He leaned down and began pressing sloppy kisses to Kenny’s neck, and finally relinquished his hold on his wrists in order to grab the hem of his shirt and slowly start pulling it up. He found a spot near Kenny’s jawline and bit down hard on it, eliciting a loud gasp from him. The bite wasn’t quite hard enough to break skin, but it was certainly hard enough to leave a lasting mark. At least, it would last if this body wasn’t going to be disposed of before the night’s end. Eric sucked on the tender spot until Kenny’s t-shirt reached his shoulders, at which point he was forced to sit up in order to pull the garment up over the other man’s head and off of him. He leaned back on his calves, looking over the body before him. He ran his hand along the flat plane of Kenny’s stomach. He was still somewhat amazed that Kenny had managed to put on so much weight; he was still extremely skinny, and unhealthily underweight, but when they were teenagers, his abdomen was always concave. Now it was just flat. The outlines of his bones all still jutted out, though. Quite the opposite of his lover.
With a slight grunt, Eric shimmied his body downwards so that he could lean over the hem of Kenny’s jeans. Kenny was looking down at him intently, and he looked back up at him as he leaned down and took the button of Kenny’s pants into his mouth. He worked it between his teeth for a good few moments before he managed to get it at the right angle to slip it through the hole and undo it. The zipper was much easier to get off. Eric wished he could pull Kenny’s pants off entirely with his teeth, but somehow he didn’t think that was happening.
“That’s hot.” Kenny finally broke the long silence. “I love your nasty little mouth.” He smiled, feeling a little like himself again. Eric rolled his mismatched eyes and hooked his fingers under the denim, yanking the pants down. He shifted off of Kenny in order to pull them all the way off of his legs, leaving his boyfriend in nothing but his boxers.
“Wore underwear today, huh?” Eric asked casually.
“Yeah.” Kenny was known to freeball it from time to time.
Through with being gentle, Eric yanked the underwear off and tossed them aside, leaving Kenny completely exposed to him. He was unsurprised to see that he was already fully erect. To be fair, he was too, and it was probably visible through his sweatpants. He ghosted his fingers just above Kenny’s dick, hardly grazing his pubes. Then he pulled his hand away, putting it under his multiple chins as if he was deep in thought.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
Kenny considered this question for a moment. “Fuck me?”
“That’s all you’re gonna give me?” He leaned down, his face hovering a few inches above Kenny’s. “Be more specific, please. More detailed.” He dipped down and ran his tongue over the area he had been giving so much attention before, which had now become a hickey. “Come on, daddy,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Kenny swallowed. Eric would always call him that, no matter which one of them was domming or subbing. And God, did he love it. He hadn’t been at all surprised the first time he heard it. If there had been a category in the high school yearbook for “most likely to have a daddy kink,” Eric Cartman definitely would have won that title. Nope, not surprised at all. Just incredibly turned on. And he still was, whenever the word was uttered from Eric's mouth. “Well, for starters, you could keep calling me that.” He could feel Eric smile against his skin.
“Hm, alright. What else, daddy?”
“Um.” He leaned into the touch of Eric’s lips. He was certainly no stranger to begging in the bedroom, but tonight felt different. Tonight was different, because of how it was going to end. “Fuck me hard into the mattress. Please.”
Eric continued to suck on and drag his teeth along the now very raw, very reddish-purple skin of Kenny’s neck. “There’s more than just that, isn’t there?” He spoke directly into his boyfriend’s skin, and Kenny could feel the slight vibration from Eric’s voice.
“Yes. I... I want you to take complete control of me. And then...” He trailed off, looking down, where he found Eric’s intense eyes staring into his soul.
“And then what, daddy?”
“Take my life. Kill me.”
That went directly to Eric’s cock, and he groaned and bit down on Kenny’s sensitive skin, this time hard enough to make it bleed. Kenny cried out and grabbed Eric by the hair on the back of his head, pushing his face further into his neck, encouraging him to be even rougher with him. Eric happily complied, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh and tasting his boyfriend’s blood drip into his mouth. He savored it, sucking hard on the wound to get every last drop of the metallic liquid he could. Kenny’s labored breathing was like music to his ears, and the way he tugged on his hair made his cock strain against his clothes. Both men were starting to feel like their balls were going to explode if their dicks didn’t get any attention soon.
“Eric...” Kenny shifted, pulling him even closer. “Can you please take off your clothes?” The hand that wasn’t tangled in the brunette’s hair moved down towards Eric’s groin and found a cozy place between his thighs to rest, slowly rubbing through the fabric and moving closer to his bulge. It was kind of cliché, but sweatpants were one of Kenny’s weaknesses.
“Mm, yeah.” Eric finally pulled away from Kenny’s neck and admired his work. He almost wished he could keep this body alive just to show off that beautiful mark he’d made. He’d love to see Kenny proudly wear that around. Let all of their friends know who was boss. It was hot just to think about. He promised himself to make another mark like this when Kenny came back. Maybe he could make it even bigger, even better. He was broken from the thoughts he’d gotten lost in by the sound of his lover clearing his throat. He looked at him and saw his eyes moving up and down his body, silently asking him to strip. Eric nodded and began to remove his clothes. He was getting way too hot under them, anyway. First came his shirt, which revealed most of his fat folds and how drastically different his body type was from Kenny’s. Even though he knew it was unhealthy, and that he should be probably be put off by it, Kenny found Eric’s size hot. Maybe it was how soft his body was, or how squishy, or the fact that he struggled to wrap his arms fully around him. He wasn’t sure, but something about it did it for him. If he was being honest, it was probably just the fact that it was Eric. And Eric was working it. Plus, this way he could date a guy while still having access to a great pair of tits. It was really the perfect scenario. Next, Eric removed his pants, and his underwear followed soon after. Kenny grinned, and reached out to gently squeeze the flab hanging off of his stomach.
“I love your rolls,” he said with a small laugh.
“Fuck yeah you do,” Eric muttered. Then, there was a pause, with tension hanging in the air. Eric pulled Kenny up a bit so that he was in a sitting position, and kept his arm around him. “Are you sure you wanna do this, Ken?” he asked, his voice softer and more concerned than it typically ever was. It warmed Kenny’s heart to think that Eric cared so much for his comfort and needs. He leaned in and kissed Eric’s cheek.
“Yeah. I’m sure.” He laid himself back down on the bed and spread his legs a bit to give his boyfriend a good view. “Why don’t you go get it?” He glanced towards the bottom drawer of the dresser in the corner of the room.
Eric leaned over Kenny once more and kissed him on the lips, deeply but not too intensely, just the way the prince kissed Sleeping Beauty. Kenny did make a good princess, Eric mused. He liked that comparison. He pulled away and brushed a stray strand of hair from Kenny’s face. “I’m getting it, daddy.” He stood up and made his way over to the dresser, Kenny watching his ass as he walked. He purposefully bent over to reach the bottom drawer rather than squatting down, and he could practically feel Kenny’s eyes locked on him. He opened the drawer and retrieved one of the two glock pistols inside. At this point it was hard to determine which one was his and which one was Kenny’s, but they had both stopped caring and simply decided to share their guns at one point. Ah, the simple pleasures of domestic life. Eric carefully shut the drawer, then stood up straight and turned around, returning to the bed with the pistol in his hand.
“Is it loaded?” Kenny asked as he felt the mattress dip under Eric’s weight.
“It’s always loaded,” Eric replied, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. Carefully holding the gun so as not to accidentally shoot, he leaned over Kenny to reach the bedside table and get a bottle of lube from it. “Now I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to keep this near your face the whole time, and when I’m done, I’m gonna blow your pretty little brains out.” He dragged the barrel of the gun lightly across Kenny’s cheek. “Got that?”
Kenny couldn’t help but moan quietly as he nodded, and he felt his cock ache with want. This time when he bucked his hips up, though, he managed to get some contact with Eric’s thigh, and he wasted no time in humping it. “I’m fucking throbbing,” he said. “And so are you.” He licked his lips as he looked at his boyfriend’s dick and reached out to touch it. He half expected Eric to scold him, but he didn’t. He allowed Kenny to touch him, and to rub against his leg. Kenny reached under Eric’s dick, gently fondling his balls before dragging his hand forward and slowly pumping. Eric’s penis was small. There was no denying that. It was pretty damn thick, but it was small. However, Kenny was a strong believer in the old saying, “it’s not the size, it’s how you use it,” cliché as it was. Eric did indeed know how to use it. It didn’t matter how big or small he was. It was still enough to reach his prostate, and besides, if Kenny really wanted to take it deep, he had some perfectly good toys that would do the job just fine. He also found it extremely entertaining to back up Eric’s false claims that his dick was thirteen inches long to their friends, and see who would believe it.
Shuddering slightly in pleasure, Eric used his free hand to reach between Kenny's legs and take hold of his cock. He stroked slowly, purposefully, at first, bringing it up to rub against his own dick and Kenny’s hand, which caused both of them to moan simultaneously. Soon, though, Eric sped up his pace until he was jerking his boyfriend off almost violently, causing Kenny’s legs to shake beneath him. It was rough, really rough going so fast without any kind of lube, but Kenny enjoyed it nonetheless.
“God, Eric...” Kenny breathed out, moving his hips up slightly into the brunette’s merciless hand.
Eric smirked, peering down at Kenny’s slightly flushed face. “I’m the only God here for you tonight, babe.” He swore he felt himself get harder at his own words. Power. Control. Dominance.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck...” Kenny moved to cover his face with his arm, but Eric roughly nudged it away with the gun, and then pressed it right against his lips, threatening to push it into his mouth. “You’re right... it’s just you... fuck. I’m gonna cum way too soon if you keep that up,” Kenny warned.
“Oh, I’d better stop then,” Eric said, his voice teasing. He pulled his hand away. Kenny sighed, very much ready to be fucked now.
When Eric saw the opportunity of an open mouth, he took it. Before Kenny could close his lips, he shoved the barrel of the gun inside, forcing a whimper from the man below him. Kenny closed his eyes for a second before opening them back up to look at the beautiful figure looming above him. Though he looked fairly calm and composed, Kenny could tell Eric was really restraining himself here. He suddenly realized his hand was still on the other’s dick, and he began stroking again. He wished he could say something dirty, but having the gun in his mouth was way better.
Starting to lose his cool a little, Eric let out a breathy laugh. “You want me to fuck you, daddy?”
Kenny just whimpered and quickly nodded his head, looking a bit nervous when his teeth clacked against the gun. Eric nodded in turn, finally picking back up the long-forgotten lube. He attempted to open the bottle one-handed, but was clearly struggling, muttering “god damn it” under his breath.
“Here,” he said, tossing it onto Kenny’s bare chest. “You open it.”
Kenny gladly complied, quickly opening the bottle and getting ready to pour some out onto his fingers, but looking up at Eric as if asking for permission. Almost reluctantly, Eric pulled the gun out of his boyfriend’s mouth, instead holding it just under his chin so he could speak.
“Do you want me to get myself ready?” Kenny asked.
“No,” said Eric. “I’ll do it. Just pour some on my fingers.”
Kenny did as he was told, and watched as Eric moved his fingers over each other a bit, making sure to get all of them good and wet. He reached down and immediately shoved two fat fingers halfway inside him, way too fast, without warning, without any sort of prior prepping, and Kenny let out a loud moan of half pleasure, half pain. He loved it.
“Neighbors are gonna hear you,” Eric said as he casually pressed the gun further into Kenny’s skin, though he didn’t seem worried about it. They were both certain that their neighbors had heard them fucking plenty of times before, and they didn’t care. What were they gonna do about it besides bang their hands on the wall and yell at them to shut up, which only led to louder fucking?
“More,” Kenny groaned, and then added, “please.”
Eric shoved the two fingers the rest of the way in, and pressed a third one against Kenny’s entrance, threatening to join its companions at any moment. “You like that?” he asked, as if it was even a real question.
“Yeah.” Kenny was sure that he sounded like the sluttiest slut that ever did slut with the way his voice was shaking, but he didn’t care. He hoped it turned Eric on. He wanted to give himself to him. Mind, body, and soul. He supposed he really already had, but this was taking trust to a new level. He trusted Eric. He wanted him. “Fuck me?”
“In a minute,” Eric said. He shoved his third finger inside and spread them all out, feeling around inside his boyfriend with a look of deep concentration. When Kenny let out a high-pitched moan and his legs shook, Eric smirked, knowing he had found his sweet spot. “Right there?” he muttered as he rubbed over that same spot again and again.
“Fuck, fuck, yes!” Kenny was yelling now, and he truly didn’t care; he wanted the whole world to hear.
“Say my name.” His tone was even, calm, almost cold.
“Eric!” Kenny cried out. “Eric, I’m gonna cum, for real, I’m really gonna cum—“
Eric quickly removed all three fingers and squeezed around the base of Kenny’s cock, refusing to allow him to finish yet. He wasn’t gentle about it, either. In fact, he squeezed much, much harder than was necessary, and he saw tears prick at the corners of Kenny’s eyes, which drove him crazy with desire.
Kenny let out a pained gasp, and his hands gripped the sheets below him until his knuckles turned white. “Fuck, why is getting hurt so damn good when it’s coming from you?”
“Because you love me,” Eric said smugly. He slowly removed his hand from Kenny’s cock and shifted, holding Kenny’s thigh and encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist, which he did. He pressed the gun against Kenny’s temple now, and he took his own cock in his other hand, giving it a few pumps.
“I do. I love you.” And when he said it, his eyes really were full of love, his voice soft. He was Eric’s angel.
“I love you too,” Eric said softly, dropping the dom act for just a second before returning to it as he lined himself up with Kenny’s hole. “From the front,” he said. “So I can look at you.”
Kenny nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Definitely.”
Eric pushed in with a loud groan that was matched by Kenny’s shaky moan, not too slowly, but not as fast as he had shoved his fingers in. Kenny’s legs tightened around Eric’s waist, pulling him in closer, urging him to go balls deep. Eric moved the hand that wasn’t holding the gun to Kenny’s waist, gripping him tightly and leaving marks with his fingernails. He kept pushing in until he couldn’t anymore, and Kenny asked, “Is that all of it?”
Eric nodded. He didn’t get offended; he knew Kenny didn’t mean anything by it, he was simply asking. They stayed that way for just a blissful moment before Eric pulled halfway out and slammed back in at full force. Their eyes stayed locked the whole time, though Kenny’s head rolled back a bit. Eric brought it back in place by pushing it with the gun. He started up a rhythm, fucking not super fast (he didn’t want to run out of energy too quickly, after all), but very hard. All the while, he kept the barrel of the pistol against Kenny’s skin, trying all different places around his head and watching him squirm in reaction.
“E-Eric... are you gonna give me a warning before you do it?”
“You’ll know,” Eric replied, his voice a little strained. He didn’t want to just suddenly pull the trigger and have Kenny die instantly without even knowing. That would be no fun at all, and it would be lame for Kenny. After all, this was really for Kenny. He was the one who asked for it. Who needed it. Eric wanted him to feel utterly satisfied with how it happened.
Kenny was still a bit apprehensive, but he desperately wanted this. He just wondered how exactly it would happen. Would it be after they were both spent? Would it be in the middle of sex? Was Eric going to have his way with his corpse? He wasn’t sure how to feel about that idea. For the moment, he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on moving his hips upward to meet Eric’s thrusts, and squeezing his midsection tighter with his legs. For a while, it was almost like ordinary, run-of-the-mill sex, until Kenny was reminded of what was to come by the feeling of cold metal pressing hard enough to leave an imprint between his eyebrows. Scared, vulnerable, but fucking overwhelmed with love, Kenny choked out, “Now?”
“No,” Eric said through a groan. “How does that feel, though? Huh?”
Kenny let out a groan of his own, reaching up to wrap his arms around Eric’s neck so he was practically clinging to the man. “You mean the gun or your cock?” he asked.
“Mm, both.”
“Good,” Kenny said with a gasp. Just then, Eric hit his prostate, and he cried out, toes curling and knuckles clenching. “Really, really fucking good. I just... I fucking love you.”
Eric wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Kenny was so hot, and this situation was so hot, having his boyfriend’s life literally in his fucking hands. “I love you too, Ken,” he said, and he leaned down to kiss him, his grip on the gun slacking a little.
Kenny returned the kiss, licking his tongue along the other’s lips and moaning into his mouth. “I’m getting close again,” he confessed, feeling his anxieties rise.
“So am I,” said Eric, lips still brushing against Kenny’s. “Are you ready?”
Kenny hesitated for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Eric’s wrist. “Wait, Eric, don’t... don’t shoot me.”
Eric started to slow down, looking concerned for his lover. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you not want me to do it?”
Kenny rocked his hips up, not wanting Eric to stop. “It’s just... guns are so impersonal. Do it another way.”
“Oh.” Eric sped up again, going faster than before. “How should I do it?” he asked, trying to think fast.
“Um.” The sound came out as a moan. “You could choke me.”
Eric thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds awesome.” He leaned over to carefully set the gun down on the floor, then moved both hands to the mattress just beside Kenny’s neck. He leaned in close and whispered in Kenny’s ear. “Now, daddy?”
Kenny moaned loudly. “Yeah. Fuck, do it now. Please!”
Adrenaline overcame the both of them as Eric wrapped his hands around his boyfriend’s throat and started to squeeze. At first, he didn’t do it too hard, but then realized that that was really stupid, so he squeezed tighter. Kenny tried to gasp, but he only got half a breath of air as his throat started to constrict. His blue eyes were wide as he stared up into his boyfriend’s lustful, crazed face.
“I can’t believe I’m really doing this,” Eric said, and he tightened his grip even further. “I’m going to kill you. Fuck.” He almost looked like he was going to cry, and Kenny felt a bit concerned, but Eric sped up his thrusts. “Ken, I love you.”
Kenny couldn’t respond. He couldn’t even breathe anymore. All he could do was watch, and listen, and feel. And he was really feeling it. He was so, so close. His eyes were bulging, his lips were turning blue, and his balls were aching. He felt a particularly hard thrust right against his prostate, and it sent him over the edge. He came, body twitching and shaking violently, the only sound being a small squeak that managed to escape his damaged airway. He looked up into Eric’s eyes, but his vision was starting to fade in and out, and he could tell that it was almost over. He was about to die by Eric’s hand.
Only a few short seconds after Kenny’s orgasm, Eric had his own, cumming right inside his dying boyfriend and squeezing his throat so very hard. He kept moving, albeit slower, as he started to come down from that high, and he stared intently at Kenny’s face. Suddenly, he could tell he was gone. That loving light left his eyes, and all that was left there was a husk. Eric quickly pulled out. Despite all of that, he was not about to become a necrophiliac. However, as he released his grip on Kenny’s neck, he did lean down to press a small kiss to his dead lips.
“Kenny...”
He laid down beside the body, staring at it. He wasn’t sure what to do. All he could think about was what he had just done. It was so fucked up beyond belief. But it was also incredible. “Oh my god...” he murmured, pressing his face into the mattress. He kept stealing glances at the body, which already seemed to be far paler than it was before. He then looked down at his own stomach, to see Kenny’s jizz all over it. The still warm semen of a man who was now lying beside him dead. “Oh my god...” he repeated in disbelief. “Ken, I don’t know if you can hear me, but. God damn. I really hope you enjoyed that.” He looked at the body again, wondering if he should move it off of the bed or not. It was so uncannily still, its eyes still wide open. And despite the lifelessness, it was still so distinctly Kenny. “Uh.” He was quiet for a moment. “I, I guess I’m gonna go to sleep now. I love you, Ken.”
He turned over, away from the corpse, and pulled the blankets over his nude body. He must have been really exhausted from the experience, because he somehow managed to fall asleep rather quickly.
~~~~~~~~~~
Eric felt the rays of the morning sun shining through the blinds of the bedroom window onto his face, and he slowly blinked his eyes open with a groan. He laid still for a moment until his mind rushed back to the events of the previous night. “Oh, fuck...” Then, there was a sleepy, contented groan behind him, and he realized that there was a skinny arm slung over his side, a warm body pressed up against his back.
“Kenny??” He turned over to see his boyfriend smiling at him with tired eyes.
“Hey, baby.” Kenny leaned in and pressed a small kiss to Eric’s lips.
Eric breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Oh fuck, thank god you’re back.”
“Course I am, silly.” Kenny yawned.
“Yeah, I know, just... last night. That was... really fucking intense.” Eric leaned in and buried his head in Kenny’s chest.
“Yeah, no kidding. Man.” Kenny seemed just as bewildered as he was, at least. “But... I’m really glad we did that. I needed it, and fuck, I feel closer to you than ever.”
“Yeah...” Eric thought for a moment. His speech was somewhat muffled by Kenny’s skin. “I guess I do too.”
“Um, if we ever did that again...” Kenny started, then trailed off as he searched for the right words. “Um, that would be like, a really rare occurrence. I could not handle that happening too often.”
“Me neither,” Eric confessed.
“Are you okay?” Kenny asked, tilting Eric’s head up with his hand and forcing him to look at him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just... wow.”
“Wow,” Kenny repeated.
They laid like that in silence for a good while, just holding each other, enjoying each other’s warmth. After a while, Kenny finally spoke.
“I’m calling out of work today.” He gave Eric’s body a gentle squeeze. “I just wanna stay here with you.”
Eric nodded, a small smile crossing his lips. “I’m not gonna do anything today either.”
Again, a comfortable silence filled the room until Kenny was the one to break it.
“Hey, Eric?” He looked down to meet his boyfriend’s gaze once again.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. Thanks for doing that for me.”
“Mm, I wanted to.” Eric gave Kenny’s cheek a little pat and leaned up to kiss him. Kenny returned the kiss, which didn’t last too long, but felt so right.
They laid in bed for a long time, and stayed that way for pretty much the entire day, only getting up to get food or use the bathroom. Kenny knew he would have to return to reality tomorrow, but it would be okay. He was out of his slump. He had Eric, and that made it okay. And looking at Eric’s face, he could tell that he felt the same way.