Second oneshot book

Wanna?~K2 (South Park.)

Welcome to the world of my shitty smut writing skills!
Warnings: Sexual content and cursing.
Ages: 18 both.
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Kyle's POV.

I look at Kenny, he's sitting on my drawer, which we just packed. His smile could literally light up any sun in the world, his eyes are closed.

"Can I take a picture?" I ask.

"Sure," he says.

He has already gotten used to the fact I hate posing people. I take the picture with a smile.

"Have you ever considered getting an actual camera?" Kenny asks.

"Not really, I want all I do with art set up before I start with those things. Getting an art program someday is my goal right now," I say.

"Are you drawing as much as you used to?" He asks.

"Yeah. I mean. I draw something everyday so I don't spend hours drawing many pictures anymore," I say.

"You have time to draw and play? That's skill," he says.

"I don't think so, it's just finding a good time everyday. I mean, when I'm in college, I don't have the same amount of time anymore," I say.

He almost knocks over one of the boxes, reminding me.

"Isn't it weird to move? I mean, we've been planning this since forever but still," I say.

"It is. It's more weird that I get to move out than moving out, if you know what I mean. I thought I would gather money until I'm late into my twenties," Kenny says.

"Look. I still need you to make money for the rent," I say.

"Of course I will. No schooling means that I have to work my ass off at a real job instead of doing something after school," Kenny says.

"It's a shame that you can't go," I say.

"The only shame is that I can't get something in languages. Otherwise I don't give a shit about college," Kenny says.

"But you can take it when you have the money," I say.

"True. Right now, getting the book published is my main goal," he says.

"Am I in it?" I ask.

"Of course you are. How could I write about this crazy as shit town and not mention one of the best people in it?" He asks.

"Who am I losing to in being the best?" I ask.

"Karen," he says.

"Fine. I can take that. I'm the best male at least?" I ask.

"Of course you are," he says.

He jumps off the drawer and sits next to me on the bed.

"So. Since we are moving tomorrow. Wanna have the last fuck we'll have in here in a while?" He asks.

I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"We have to get up at six, sharp. I don't know if that is a good idea, I want to walk tomorrow you know," I say.

He laughs.

"Wanna 69 then?" He asks.

"You really wanna do something this bad?" I ask.

"I mean. I don't have to, I was just suggesting," he says.

"Oh fuck it. It's not gonna hurt anyone," I say.

He nods and looks at me. I roll my eyes at him.

"Which one does which part?" He asks.

"Like which one-? I can do something I guess," I say.

I push him on the bed, staring him in the eye.

"Yeah shit. It's been a long time since it's been this way around," I say.

I kiss him, getting a kiss back immediately.

"Or is it better if you're here? I mean, you're kinkier. It would be better for both of us," he says.

"Not this again! Last time we had this argument we rolled around for half an hour, trying to figure out which is better," I say.

"Was is that long? I didn't even notice!" Kenny says, laughing.

I start going at his neck, awkwardly trying to do something that the landlord of the place won't too obviously see but at the same time trying to make him feel good. Both of these things just can't happen at the same time.

I take off his shirt, going back to biting and sucking around, just at least this time the new landlord doesn't get the wrong impression... because if he fucking sees anything above Kenny's neck, he is dead. Nobody touches my boyfriend... other than me.

"That one hurt," Kenny says.

"Oh shit. Sorry," I say.

"I mean, I liked it but still," he says.

"Fucking masochist," I mutter.

"Which one of us is the masochist again?" He asks.

"Both, I guess," I say.

I get to his pants. Well, my old pants but I mean, those basically his at this point. Been for maybe 5 months. I take them off.

"Why do you even use these anymore? You'll grow out of them soon enough," I say.

"Soon enough isn't right now. As you know, anything I can get is all good," he says.

I take the rest off with a sigh.

"If my mom walks in, I will never actually forgive you," I say.

"Your mom should expect this. We're both 18. What else would we be doing alone in a room?" Kenny asks.

"Being responsible," I say.

"I don't have anything! I've told you this like 60 times in the last two years," Kenny says.

"I guess," I say.

I take his dick in my mouth, looking up at his face. I start to do the same thing as always, basically teeth as far as possible, tongue on the tip as much as I actually can't.

"F-Fuck," he says, his voice sounds so much weaker than 'normally' or I think it's pretty normal if it happens every single time we fuck or I suck him off or anything.

While I was thinking, he came into my mouth. Which I shallow to the best of my abilities. Fuck, it's still disgusting.

"Your turn," I say, when he has gotten off himself off his high.

"Fine," he says.

He turn us around and start getting my clothes off.

"I love you by the way," he says.

"I love you too," I say.