My Turn

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK!! MATT, TREY AND CC DO.

TITLE: MY TURN
FANDOM: SOUTH PARK
PAIRINGS: STAN/KYLE
SUMMARY: KYLE THINKS HE'S TAUGHT STAN A LESSON...
Author's Notes: Hey, everyone. Yes, I am the former dreamcatcher_022. For reasons I will not go into, I have created another account and have taken the liberty of slowly reposting most of my other stories. Please don't think I am stealing stories, for these are my own and only from my other account. You can also find me at fanfiction dot net under Fermata.

Enjoy!

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He closed the door softly behind him and he was on Stan in mere seconds, hungrily attacking his moist, warm lips.

“Mmm.” Stan murmured, kissing the redhead zealously. They continued kissing while Kyle pushed them back on his rumpled, unmade bed. They fell rather roughly and Stan landed with an oomph.

“Sorry.” Kyle giggled. Stan just grinned and reached up to pull Kyle in for another kiss. He cupped the curly haired boy’s head in one hand, while the other snuck up inside his shirt.

“No, not yet.” Kyle whispered between kisses.

He moved off of the protesting black haired teen and sidled to the door. “I’ll be back in a minute, don’t move.” Kyle said before he left the room. Stan watched him go, more than a little inquisitive.

True to his word, Kyle was back within the time limit, carrying two, colorful silk scarves in his hand. Stan’s eyes widened in curiosity. Before he could ask, Kyle was upon Stan in a heartbeat, and he soon saw Kyle’s true purpose for those scarves. He struggled to free himself, but Kyle was too strong for him.

“Shh. Just relax. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” Was his soothing reply as he made sure the knots were tight enough so Stan couldn’t escape.

After admiring his handiwork, Kyle then straddled his baffled boyfriend, relishing in this feeling of authority he had over him while he was incapacitated. He leaned in close and gently placed a hot, searing kiss that left Stan breathless and aching for more.

He groaned softly.

Kyle smiled.

With swift, caring movements, he stripped Stan of his jeans and boxer shorts, pulling both down his slightly trembling thighs. Stan lifted his legs so Kyle could easily slide them off and toss them to the floor.

Stan was completely in Kyle’s power to do whatever he wished. He was absolutely mad with desire. He wanted Kyle so bad, it hurt but he knew he would take him when he was ready. That was just his nature. Stan learned not too long ago that Kyle liked to take his time and do things his way.

Kyle’s mouth came in contact with the head of that male part of him. Stan longed to run his fingers through the curly, red locks, but his hands were tied. Literally.

Stan kicked and squirmed as he allowed himself to be dominated.

Kyle loved teasing his boyfriend and making him wait for his pleasure and release. First, he slowly licked up and down the stiffening shaft. Then, he dipped the tip of his tongue inside to savor the pre cum.

How sweet and salty it tasted.

His hands caressed Stan’s thighs, holding them firmly in place while he came down hard on him.

“That feels so good.” Stan panted.

For a few minutes, nothing was said as Kyle pleasured his boyfriend and Stan continued to moan.

”I’m gonna cum.” Stan whined.

Kyle quickly raiseed his head and brushed back a stray curl.

“Don’t stop.” Stan whimpered. He stared at the young Semite, wondering why he was stopping just as he was about to unload. He soon got his answer as Kyle stripped off his clothes and lubed himself really good.

Stan lifted his head as much as he was allowed, as the restraints were impairing his body movements. He watched as Kyle positioned himself in front of him. He bit his lip as he felt Kyle enter him.

He tossed his head back once more as Kyle ever so carefully lay on top of Stan, clutching his friend tightly by the shoulders.

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. You ok?” He whispered.

Stan just nodded.

Kyle tenderly thrust, slowly building up a steady rhythm. He periodically checked Stan’s expression to see if he was hurting him, but he appeared to be enjoying himself. Kyle gently squeezed Stan’s raging hard on, jerking him while ramming his own deep inside.

Both boys were sweating profusely, their moans coming louder and faster. Kyle didn’t know when the first kiss ended and the next one began.

Stan suckled on Kyle’s tongue that had sneaked in his mouth.

“I’m – I’m…” was all Kyle could manage before he felt his penis spasm uncontrollably. He felt the same, stickiness all over his hand that gripped Stan’s dick. Kyle collapsed onto Stan and they just lay there for a minute, breathing heavily and not saying anything.

Kyle loosened the restraints and Stan’s arms finally came down, and they immediately went around Kyle’s neck. He hugged his boyfriend, letting the smell of sweat and body heat overpower him, much like Kyle had.

Kyle rolled off of Stan, laying his head in the crook of his arm. Stan squeezed Kyle’s shoulder gently and lazily ran his fingers up and down, causing Kyle to tingle pleasantly.

“I love you so much, Stan.” Kyle said. He draped an arm on his lover’s stomach, letting his hand rest on his heaving chest.

“I love you, too.” Stan replied. The two kissed passionately before snuggling even further into each other.

“That was nice, wasn’t it?” Kyle asked. Stan turned his head, smiling warmly. “Mmm. Yes.”

Kyle didn’t like the evil glint that twinkled in Stan’s bright blue eyes.

“Now it’s my turn.” Stan said, grinning.

END