'cause I'm a free bitch, baby

part 4

Cartman swallows and reaches out, taking Kyle's hand and bringing it back to his thigh. Kyle inhales a quiet gasp.

"You can touch me," Cartman says. "It's okay."

Cartman keeps his hand on top of Kyle's for a long moment until he's sure Kyle won't move, then carefully releases him.

Kyle can feel his own hand trembling, but the warmth of Cartman's skin feels too nice for him to stop. He tentatively lets his hand slide a few inches higher up Cartman's thigh, fingers tingling at the sensation of the delicate fabric of the fishnets.

Without thinking, he squeezes the flesh there.

Cartman exhales shakily.

Kyle brings his other hand up the inside of his thigh and slides it up next to where the other one rests. He spreads his fingers wide and Jesus, his thigh is so thick that Kyle can't even reach halfway around it with both his hands.

"Holy shit," Kyle murmurs.

It's like he's outside his own body as he grips harder at the soft skin of Cartman's leg. In the back of his mind, he's expecting Cartman to shove him away or slap him or curse him out for touching him like this, but he never does.

Cartman keeps very still, taking rapid, shallow breaths, watching Kyle's hands intently.

Kyle finds himself leaning in closer because damn, Cartman even smells good. He must have put on perfume or something because it's floral, like lavender, mixed with muted sweat.

He sits up to get a better look at Cartman's corset. There are so many details he tried to ignore before, like the irregular shapes of the gems, the texture of the sheer base fabric, spots of fake blood that Cartman wasn't able to wash off.

The way it hugs his torso and forms a subtle hourglass...

Kyle feels his throat dry up and heat throb low in his belly.

He reaches up and hovers his hand over the deep V of Cartman's skin where the neckline plunges. He hesitates, fingers twitching with anticipation, before he lays his palm over the center of Cartman's chest.

"Kyle," Cartman murmurs.

Fuck, he can feel Cartman's heartbeat, and it's so fucking fast.

It's like a magnet pulls him forward. Kyle leans in and presses their lips together, keeping his hand steady on Cartman's chest. This time, Cartman responds right away. He moves his lips languidly against Kyle's, gasping into his mouth.

Kyle's hand slides up over his clavicle, the dip of his neck, and he cradles Cartman's jaw.

Fucking hell, it feels so good to touch him.

"Mmmn..." Cartman hums, reaching forward to grip the front of Kyle's shirt with both hands, tugging him closer. He tilts his head to fit their lips together more smoothly.

The world around them has turned to static. All Kyle can feel is the warmth of Cartman's body. All he can hear are the quiet, desperate noises pouring out of Cartman's mouth as they kiss.

Riding on instinct, he opens his mouth a little and touches his tongue to Cartman's bottom lip. Cartman moans and lets Kyle lick shallowly between the seam of his lips, his jaw going slack.

They sink further into each other, tongues sliding together in a way that makes Kyle's toes curl.

It's fucking surreal. The fact that right now, it's Cartman that he's kissing, it's Cartman who's pulling at his shoulders and threading fingers into his hair and sending tingles up his spine with every feather-light scratch of long nails on his scalp...