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don't be an asshole || craig + kenny

[killedagainkenny-deactivated202]

          He was— getting ignored? That was—

          “Rude as fuck, dude! Not even a hello? Not even a ‘fuck you Kenny?’ You’re not even gonna flip me off?" The young man wasted no time at all jogging to catch up to the other, sliding his hands into his pockets as he kept in stride.

          ( Maybe he should leave Craig alo— naaaaah. Kenny’s never had any reservations for his own health up to this point, why start now? )

          A glance up and down, and it was easy to see that Craig still had that same boring ‘ole expression plastered to his face. Ah, things never change.

           Then, he had an epiphany, hitting his fist into his palm. “—Ah! I know. That stick rammed up your asshole must have gotten bigger, right?" Kenny gave a pat to Craig’s shoulder, happy as hell that his shit-eating grin was hidden by the tuffs of his parka. "You just gotta loosen up, and that stick’ll fall right out.”

[bukowskifuck]

Here's the thing: Craig was a Mature Adult. As a Mature Adult, the best solution was to avoid the problem. The problem: Kenny McCormick's entire existence. Flip him off? No. Tell him to fuck off? No. Punch him in the dick? ...No.

Because Craig was a Mature Adult.

So Mature, in fact, that he didn't even bother to glance at Kenny when he jogged up or when he ran his mouth or even when he told him to 'loosen up.'

Because Craig was a Mature fuckin' Adult.

However━

"Don't touch me."

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don't be an asshole || craig + kenny

          There were more people here he knew than he had first thought.

          Now, Kenny was pretty savvy of the philosophy that you can leave a place, but it can’t leave you— and that’s how he felt about South Park. You can leave that shitty place but its influence stays for-fucking-ever. Kind of like a really good porn mag leaving a heavy influence— except in this case, it wasn’t nearly as appearing and it tended to make Kenny Jr. go a bit limp.

          That’s why, when the blonde spotted Craig, he didn’t bother sparing a second in wondering whether the other was the same. Rather, a hidden smile spread across his face and a gloved hand waved in greeting.

          “—Yo, Craig!" His tone was boisterous and loud, his muffled voice still ringing with mirth. “How’ve you been, dude? Your personality still mimickin’ a pile of dead fish?”

          ( Maybe he should have waited a little bit before he got to antagonizing but… eh, what was the point. )

[bukowskifuck]

There were too many people that he recognized in this place.

Craig━well, Craig never thought he would run into so many South Park kids while he was off gallivanting in some other part of the world. It hadn't even been a passing thought because what were the chances. Obviously, he should have given it at least a little thought.

Because someone had just yelled his name, his muffled name. His face didn't so much as twitch as he slowly turned to look.

No. He stared at the orange abomination for a moment, silent. This was supposed to be a good fuckin' day. What the fuck was Kenny even doing here? This place didn't need more South Park kids. Really.

No. This wasn't━no.

Craig spun on his heel and walked away. No.

(Kenny probably fucked dead fish. Asshole.)

[cowwaka]

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[bukowskifuck]

He heard Ushijima, heard his name, heard fuck and━

His thighs ached and shook, unused to the exertion. There was an ache in his hips, his arms, in the air he breathed. He wanted━he wanted━he sat up straighter, snatched his hands from Ushijima's thighs. He pushed and pulled at the makeshift ties around Ushijima's wrists, wanting hands on him, around him. The tie dropped first but he made quick work of the belt even as his fingers slid clumsily over the leather.

Little sounds pushed their way up his throat as he shifted and rocked his hips, unwilling to still completely even as he had released Ushijima. "c'mon c'mon touch me. want your hands, ushijima." It felt━good, actually saying Ushijima's name. He hadn't, so far. Hadn't thought to, hadn't felt the urge to. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Ushijima's mouth, pulled back and muttered, "fuck me hard. c'mon."

[bukowskifuck]

(♥♥,)

Craig is━high. as a kite.

There’s this. guy. that he’d been talking to earlier. Somewhere. His fingers are tingling. He thinks maybe he should try a little harder to━

There’s a face and━smack! Kiss! right to the face. Cheek. Face. There’s too much saliva and he laughs.

13 a friendly kiss on the cheek

[bukowskifuck]

(♥♥,)

SAYAKA

         I like you. I don’t hate you. You have a pretty face.

         You're cute. We could hang out sometime. If you want. or never. Whatever.

                                                                                    CRAIG

         P.S. Don't contact me.

5 a love letter

[bukowskifuck]

It wasn't━late, per-say. It's just a little dark out and maybe all good kids should be in bed right now but Craig was a little busy. You see, he had things to do, food to eat, and so on. In fact, since it was so late and Craig was such a Mature Adult, he even had Stripe and Static with him. It would've been neglectful of him to leave them in his dorm room.

After all, he'd been out all day. They deserved a little adventure before he turned in for the night. If that adventure came in the form of Craig seeking out food, then who were they to complain.

Honestly, he was just heading for the Games Room. He knew there was an iced tea bar there (or something similar) and he still wasn't sure if an actual cafeteria existed on campus (since the Hebi wasn't a cafeteria). Dinner was probably going to be whatever he could find in machines and whatever might be at the tea bar. A pretty pathetic dinner, all things considered, but whatever.

At least Stripe and Static were getting something out of it.

[bukowskifuck]

lms for starters! cap @ 3

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[bukowskifuck]

His mouth felt too open and dry, hands reaching for the top of the headboard. Fucking Christ, Ushijima looked good beneath him, felt good. His fingers tightened around the wood, thighs tensing as he lifted and dropped back down.

"Jesus━fuck." The wood beneath his hands felt slick with sweat, his fingers white around it. He felt like he could do it for hours, just sliding up and down Ushijima's dick. Every drop punched the breath out of him, his toes curling. Shit. He felt━starved, like he hadn't had sex in ages, hadn't had a dick shoved up him.

But━he hated it, how open his mouth was, the red flush in his chest. It was so fucking━he swallowed, leaned down to press open mouthed kisses against Ushijima's mouth, tongue swiping over lips. His hips rocked back and forth, little swivels of movement so he could get closer, press his dick to Ushijima's abdomen.

There was so much heat. He could feel it, between them, hot and humid. He panted, dropped his mouth to Ushijima's shoulder, neck. let his teeth close around skin and bite down, hard. He brought one hand down and pressed it to Ushijima's ribs, fingers digging into skin and muttering "c'mon c'mon."

He was trembling and he craved and hated it in equal measures.

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[bukowskifuck]

(It was blowing Craig's mind a little.)

For a moment, he was frozen, caught up in his thoughts and all the directions he could take this in. He could do things with this. But—a glance into Ushijima's lap reminded him he had other things to take care of. 

He scrambled off the bed and dropped to his knees next to his suitcase. There was at least one belt—success. He draped it over his shoulder and dug through the case some more. He wasn't betting on finding another belt but he did have—another success. He held the only tie he owned in his fist and climbed back onto the bed.

Before getting right to business, he patted Ushijima's stomach with his free hand. That had to be at least a little reassuring, right? Whatever. He reached for one of Ushijima's wrists, pressed it against a bar and muttered, "don't move."

He used the belt first, wrapped it carefully around the wrist and took care to make sure it was sturdy enough to resist pulling. He quickly moved on to the other wrist, repeated the same actions with his tie before sitting back to survey his work.

Satisfied, he straddled Ushijima and wrapped a hand around his cock. He just—CONDOMS. Right. Maybe—maybe for a moment he'd forgotten the condoms.

(A series of long moments.)

Jesus fuckin—he looked over his shoulder, spotted them on the edge of the bed. He huffed, irritated, and dislodged himself from his place on Ushijima long enough to grab them. 

(A+ job, Craig.)

He ripped one open and impatiently rolled it down Ushijima's cock. That out of the way, he re-wrapped a hand around Ushijima and positioned himself. deep breath and—he let himself drop down, inhaling sharply when the head of Ushijima's cock popped through. 

His eyes fluttered shut, breathing fast as he slid down.

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[bukowskifuck]

(God, fuck, he can vividly imagine it and—)

He wanted to bite back, wanted to leave marks that would stay for days, wanted something to sink his teeth into. It was good—receiving bites, marks, all that. He was just also interested in pushing Ushijima into the bed and digging teeth into his chest. But—

Jesus shit. He couldn’t come like this. digs his fingers into Ushijima’s skin instead of curling them around his cock. Not yet.

But Ushijima was pushing out words like ‘fuck me’ and ‘fuck you’ and fuck. Craig tried to slow his breathing, pressed a hand hard against Ushijima’s bicep. “Ok, ok.” God, shit, so fucking breathy. “You can—yea. C’mon.” He (shakily) scrambled his way up and off Ushijima's fingers, teeth sinking into his lip as he did so.

His fingers closed around the nearby bottle of lube, quick to open and upend it over his right hand. There was probably too much and he was being too fucking impatient but—fuck. Whatever. He fisted Ushijima's dick, gave a few quick strokes. It'd be fine. Yea.

There was something else—Craig glanced up. It'd probably be easier if he was closer to the headboard, if he could—"Hey. Shove up." He pushed at Ushijima's hip. "Need the headboard." Or they could get on the floor and he could use the side of the bed. Options.

[yosafiyah]

Yosafire was enjoying the quietness of the boy beside her, since it faintly reminded her of Froze, who was usually silent unless she was complaining. Taking a small sip from her own bottle, she felt her face light up a bit, tasted good, very fruity.

"How long have you been going to school here?" She asked now, red hues finding the male next to her as she smiled warmly.

[bukowskifuck]

Oh, they were up to questions now. (Here he thought silence was the name of the game.) "...a couple weeks." He swallowed down another gulp of beer, dug his feet into the sand.

[yosafiyah]

Yosafire had actually never tried this substance the humans called alcohol, and she was quite curious. That was why she could be found sitting right next to said male, a small bottle in her own hand as she fixed her glasses.

She faintly wondered if alcohol would even do anything to her, might as well try.

[bukowskifuck]

Craig spared her a glance but didn't say anything. He had more pressing issues—like finishing his beer. not getting pooped on by seagulls. Normal things.

(Though he did he wonder why she'd picked next to him, of all places. There was a whole beach.)

[bukowskifuck]

Craig was just. on the beach. Hanging out. with as much alcohol as he could carry.

(It was free.)

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[bukowskifuck]

There was this stupid smirk curving Ushijima’s lips that Craig was feeling a little tempted to lick at. But—fingers were so distracting. (He just wanted to—hold Ushijima down and ride him.) 

He let loose a sharp inhale when Ushijima pushed another finger in. breathed through the feeling. let his hips drop a bit whenever the fingers slid back out. Everything felt hot and tight, his skin already slick with sweat and they weren't even at the good part yet.

He felt—impatient. trapped in his skin. ready.

But Ushijima was abandoning eye contact and his own eyes fell shut, his head dropping back. Teeth scraping against his neck had him trying not to squirm, wanting—

His breath was hitched and rough. Fuck, he could slide down on this man’s fingers for days. Shit. Every drop down punched the breath out of him, mouth dropped open and eyes half-shut. His fingers tightened around Ushijima’s shoulder, the nape of his neck, as he repositioned his knees for better leverage.

Shit. Ushijima was still stuttering but— "Yea, yea. Like this. Shit—three, c'mon. Fuckin—bite me." (It would be much appreciated.) 

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[bukowskifuck]

It was a little surreal.

For all that most of this was very much—unexpected—he couldn’t muster up any shock when Ushijima asked where he should put his fingers. He felt as though he’d been waiting for that question. He was quick to shift his knees and lift up from Ushijima’s lap, pressing a hand into his shoulder. Preparation is key.

“Just—” he grabbed at Ushijima’s hand and pulled it between his legs. His legs shifted a little further apart as he pressed fingers to his hole, unable to stop a sharp inhale. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

It was tempting, to just press down on his own, but—fuck. But what? He huffed out a little breath, annoyed with himself, and carefully curled down all but one of Ushijima’s fingers. (If the child in him snickered at his decision to leave the middle finger up, that was his own business.) Might as well start out slow.

Ushijima’s hand held in place, Craig slowly sunk down. He didn’t stop until he was down as far as he could go and then it was only to release a breath that verged on a laugh. He pressed his forehead to Ushijima’s and gave a slow smile.

“C’mon. Do it.”

[bukowskifuck]

There's an open bar and Craig is here. to drink his feelings (and terrible bathing suits jesus fuck). away.

in his trunks. and his hat. and his hoodie.

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[bukowskifuck]

(The floor was carpeted and soft and he bet it would give his dick rug burn so it might be a good idea to turn over just in case.)

Falling hadn't resolved the boner situation and he didn't actually want to look Ushijima in the eye because how fucking uncool was this. What was he doing. Why were his pants so far away. Jesus fuck.

It felt like a whole new low, laying face down on the floor, naked because he had been on the verge of penetrative sex. Where had that gotten him.

(Maybe he should move to Peru. Take up shooting lasers out of his eyes as a hobby.)

All that being said, he hadn't thought Ushijima would have the nerve to pick his ass up off the floor.

Craig would like to argue the shit out of this because why the fuck was he in the air when the fuck he didn't ask for this shit━

Oh. Well. He supposed returning to straddling was as good an excuse as any to pick someone up off the floor. He wasn't going to argue the straddling. Maybe the lifting, later. After. Craig Tucker was not meant to be carried to bed.

But━ hands on his ass and a mouth to his collarbone had him groaning and pressing his nose to Ushijima's hair. He brought both his hands back, squeezed them hard over Ushijima's hands, nosed at Ushijima's cheek when he brought his head up.

Shit. He wanted to know what to do? Craig huffed, pressed in closer. And to think, he thought he'd have to take care of everything himself. (Not that he wasn't prepared to.)

"Nng━fuck. Hey. Put lube on your fingers." he had cemented his plans. These were concrete plans now.