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[craig]: replied to your story
[craig]: first thing i saw when i opened this app
[craig]: wouldn't mind opening up those jeans, too
[tweek]: that was straight to the point
[tweek]: what are you doing?
[craig]: i'm at home
[craig]: alone...
[craig]: ...
[tweek]: got it
[craig]: sighs...
[craig]: if only there were someone here to help me escape this boredom...
[craig]: to entertain me, even
[tweek]: yeah yeah
[tweek]: im putting my shoes on
[tweek]: no need to overdo it
and, twenty minutes later, tweek's laying half-naked in craig's bed, the latter getting to work between his legs.
tweek shuffles slightly, leg bending to give craig more room, but accidentally pushing his hips up in the process. "fuck.." thumb gently stroking craig's temple in apology "sorry, love"
lifting his head, with a quiet pop. muttering "someone's eager" as he begins to press kisses along the length, hand focussing on the head.
"you're one to talk" suppressing a moan "couldn't even say hello before you p-pounced on me"
eyes trailing up to meet tweeks "are you complaining?" pressing a kiss to the tip
cheeks immediately burn red, head tipping back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut. after the moment he needed to compose himself, panting "you know i can't handle it when you do that, man..."
a snicker "don't call me man"
"baby" desperately. fingers curling in his hair, guiding his head ever so slightly closer.
a smug grin, before he's right back at it.
tweek's very gentle with craig during sex. perhaps a bit less so in foreplay and such, but when craig's working his magic down there, or perched upon his lap and panting, tweek's holding him like he's made of glass. cradling his head in his hands, guiding him so carefully. praises whispered against his lips, hands wrapped around his thighs helping him to move.
tweek's atop of craig, sharing kisses whenever possible as they remove the remainder of their clothes.
craig pulling back, murmuring against his lips "mm.. wait"
"what s'it, love?" thumb tenderly stroking his hip. both panting.
"i wanna-" hand coming forward to stroke his cheek "i wanna ride you"
craig often insists on riding tweek despite the fact that the moment he starts feeling 'too much' pleasure (a very low bar) his legs turn to jelly, so tweek has to help him out, inevitably switching back to missionary halfway through. it drives tweek crazy. he loves it.
so, his arms wrap around craig, hoisting him up alongside himself as he moves to sit up, leaving craig straddling his lap. craig presses a few kisses to his jaw "i love how strong you are"
"i love how mobile you are" pressing a short kiss to his lips.
snickering, mumbled as he pulls him back in "shut up"
in response to craig eagerly positioning himself. against his lips "got to prep"
pulling back "i messaged you talking about how much i wanted to get in your pants. do you think this is spontaneous?" twirling one of tweek's curls around his finger.
"i know. but that was a while ago, now" lube in hand
"you know, you can just say that you want t- oh!" cutting himself off as tweek pushes one in
"told you" with a smug (yet loving) smile
"stop it" leaning down to kiss him, hands cupping his face. settling on tweeks hand, and after a few moments, mumbling against his lips "another"
tweek complies, grinning into the kiss as craig moans into his mouth. once settled on those, tweek pulls away "i don't trust you to do it yourself, anyway" holding onto craig's hip a little firmer, before slipping another in "you never go to three"
about to counter him, but he's quickly shut up, a whimper falling from his lips as he leans his forehead against tweeks. "three is a lot"
"you need three" giving him a short, caring kiss.
he takes longer to settle. easing himself on.
"that's it, honey. okay for me to move 'em?" pressing a kiss of encouragement to the corner of his lips.
nodding "mhm" hands running back into tweek's hair. guiding his head towards his neck.
he moves his fingers slowly, carefully, while kissing around craig's neck. craig's moaning. tweek's speaking slightly louder than before, just to make sure he can hear it over the noise "doing great"
"i want you"
as per usual, craig only handles so long on top (half of that time being held up by tweek) before whimpering out his request to move, before his legs give out.
tweek lies back on the bed, pulling craig down on top of him. adjusting his hips just at the exact time craig moves his, resulting in:
"craig- love- holy fuck!" head tilting back in pleasure
"oh- tweek!" head falling forward against tweek's shoulder.
panting, head lifting back up "oh- we're- we're doing that again"
"n'a second" muffled from tweek's shoulder, as craig shuffles to balance his weight. ending up with an arm at tweek's side and under his head, face hovering over his.
"you good, honey?" one hand gently taking his hip, the other coming up to hold his face.
nodding. "can't- can't stay like this. for too long"
"i know" kissing him sweetly "we'll move when you can't take it"
"m'ready" moving his hips slightly.
tweek rocks his own up, gently pulling craig's to meet him. repeats this. head lifting to press his forehead to craig's, staring right into his eyes and moaning out. tone so gentle "oh my... baby ... fuck me..."
"tweek- tweek, oh, honey" eyes watering. legs shaking. it feels too good "i ca-can't"
"i've got you" carefully turning them over, pulling craig's legs up to bend slightly, shuffling between them to get comfortable.
craig's arms wind around his neck, pulling him in close. tweek settles with a hand at craigs hip, the other reaching down between them.
stroking slowly "y'close?"
nodding, whining "please move"
smiling down at him, he obliges.
later...
"it reeks of sex in here"
"really? i wonder why"
"shut up. but like, seriously, open a window, or something. i don't want it to seep through the house and have to talk with my mom about it"