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Tweek was fed up. By rights he should have been over the moon: after 2 months of being away on an acting tour, he was finally back home and with Craig again. They'd called each other and video chatted on the road, sure, but it wasn't the same; Tweek craved that human connection with people he trusted, with the one person he trusted more than anybody else. And now that he was back, Craig wouldn't give it to him!
He had spent the better part of 2 weeks desperately trying to get Craig to grab him out of nowhere, pin him to the wall or to their bed, and fuck his brains out. But his oblivious boyfriend didn't seem to be getting the message. Tweek had tried hugging him really tightly, and moaning like a whore in heat whenever his boyfriend made dinner, but Craig still didn't have a clue. So clearly he had to be more explicit about it. Craig was sitting in their living room, unoccupied. Now was his chance! He stood back and surveyed himself in the mirror.
He shivered as he looked up and down. Not because the outfit looked good (though it did), but because he was cold. Looking sexy meant, unfortunately, that it didn’t cover much. He was wearing a few cutesy hair clips shaped like colorful caterpillars and butterflies that stood out against his shock of bright blond hair. He’d chosen to forgo his collar this time, since he wanted to have some hickeys on his neck afterwards—and maybe fingerprints if he was lucky. Then, a hot pink crop top; it was so short and fit his thin frame so well that he wasn’t sure if it could technically be considered clothing. It left his midriff exposed, and he jutted his hip out with a flirty giggle. Next, a pair of tiny shorts, so tight that he could even see the outline of his bulge.
But most importantly…
He turned around, looked over his shoulder, and smirked. These shorts showed off Tweek’s big, round ass, and he knew for a fact that Craig would be a gawking mess the second he saw it. They didn’t even cover it all the way; the bottom curve of his thick cheeks jutted out from under the fabric. And to tie the look together, he wore matching thigh-high stockings. His plump, milky thighs squished out from them. The cuffs of white lace, and garter belts that reached up to his booty shorts, were digging into his legs. And that made his thighs squish out, accentuating his curves.
He looked good. He felt good. And Craig would love it.
“Okay,” he breathed. “Y-you can do this, Tweek.”
But even as he said that, nervousness seemed to rush over him all at once. What if he said something stupid? Or what if Craig was suddenly called away for something important, and he was left alone in these few shreds of clothing?
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. No. He was fine, in more ways than one. His eyelids fluttered open. He looked back at the spectacle in the mirror and smiled again. All he needed was to hype himself up a bit. He started to bounce on the balls of his feet, and he shook his hips along with them; soon his ass started to shake and jiggle too. Yeah! He could do this! His smile was coming back, and his cheeks flushed red with excitement. And just to show off, he dropped into a squat, legs spread wide and back arched out. He held that position for a few seconds, resting his hands on his thighs, letting his fingers dig into the fat—until he leapt back up, and his thick ass clapped. He could hear it.
“Perfect!”
Hips swaying, Tweek stepped out into the small hall. He could hear Craig saying something from the middle of the couch, but couldn’t understand it until he got closer.
“I said I’m not doing overtime anymore,” Craig was saying, his phone held up to his ear. “I love my job, and I do good work. You know that, so quit asking me to do more.” He was quiet for a moment, then snorted. “Because I have a partner at home, and he’s important to me too.” He paused again. “Yeah. Yeah, you too.”
Craig lowered the phone, seeming not to notice Tweek hovering in the doorway. Tweek, though, was quite fixated on Craig. Seeing him stand up for them like that, and even affect his dream job to spend more time with him…he almost stopped being so frustrated and gave up on the whole thing right there.
Almost.
“Craig!” he squealed, making his voice reach a higher octave. He rushed in and dramatically flung his arms around Craig’s neck. “That was so sweet of you!”
Craig instantly said an involuntary “Hey, babe,” then blinked. “Oh, you saw that. Sorry.”
“Nooo, it’s fine!” insisted Tweek. “It was amazing. You were amazing.”
He pulled back from the hug and leaned in with his arms clasped behind his back. Noticing Craig’s wandering eyes lingering on his hips and then his waist, he tried not to lose his composure.
“Nice outfit.”
“Thank you,” he purred. “It’s just soooo hot out…” He mimed fanning himself. “So I thought I’d dress light.”
Craig’s brow furrowed in that confused little way that Tweek had learned to recognize over the years. “But it’s fall. It’s probably 40 degrees outside.”
“Well, you know how I get hot and easy!”
“You mean, ‘hot easy’? Uh, ‘easily’?”
“Yeah, that,” Tweek said, smiling. “In fact, I think I’m going to go get a popsicle! Stay right there, I can get you one too.”
“I’m fine, but you go ahead. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Tweek spun on his heel. As he walked away, he decided to turn the fuck-me walk up a notch. His butt bounced with every exaggerated hip movement, and he even slowed down a little to give Craig more time to look. He definitely felt those beautiful dark green eyes on him. So once he was out of sight, he hurried to the fridge and rummaged around for a popsicle. Then it was back into the living room and the comfy couch where Craig sat.
“What kind is it?” asked Craig.
“Umm…” Tweek held the popsicle closer to his face. “Blue raspberry! My favorite. I just love blue,” he hummed. That wasn’t technically true; he still didn’t know what a blue raspberry was even supposed to be, and it threw him for a loop. It tasted good, though, and the flavor didn’t really matter. He’d be washing it down with Craig’s cum soon enough! He undid the wrapper and exclaimed, “Let me just…” He turned around again and hurried to a wastebasket one of them had put in the corner. Biting his plush lip to muffle a snicker, he bent over with his ass out and dropped the paper into the bin. Then back to Craig. “Is it okay if I sit there?” he asked, pointing to the couch’s armrest.
“Sure.”
Tweek grinned and bounced on his feet a few times again, before taking a seat on the armrest. “I won’t sit here long,” he explained. “Just want to finish this…”
He raised the frozen treat to his mouth. The cold tip pressed against his pouty lips, and he slowly pushed it in. His tongue darted from between his teeth to swirl around the popsicle, just enough so Craig could see the pale pink against the blue. Deeper and deeper he pushed the stick, slowly at first so he could play it off if Craig caught on. But he didn’t, so Tweek was soon shoving it deep into his mouth, pushing it back and forth. Sticky juices dripped onto his tongue and down his chin. In return, his saliva covered the sweet, leaving trails along its surface. It tasted sweet and a little sour, making his mouth water and teeth chatter from the cold—God, was he getting turned on from deepthroating a popsicle? He really was pent up.
Somewhere along the way, his eyes had slipped shut. But little by little, he’d sucked the ice down to just a funny-tasting stick. He slid it out of his mouth and gasped. That had taken more out of him than he thought, but he was still ready to replace that annoyingly-named popsicle with Craig’s thick, hot cock. He opened his eyes.
Craig was still staring at him, not doing anything. Tweek’s eye twitched.
“Craig,” he said sternly. “What are you doing?”
“I’m just sitting here,” replied Craig with a shrug. “I was on the phone and then you came in.”
“Exactly. If you just want to sit there and ignore me,” he huffed, “then you can stay still for a while."
“Huh?”
Tweek groaned, a little twitch going through him. “Come on! Don’t play dumb now; I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for weeks! I mean, the outfit?!” He ran his hands down over the skimpy clothes and his curvy body.
But Craig still looked genuinely bewildered. “I guess I just didn’t—”
“Pay attention,” Tweek finished. “So if you won’t hurry up and fuck me, then it, rgh, seems fair that I get to fuck you!” Despite his annoyance, a little thrill went through him when the thought came to his head. He hadn’t topped in what felt like forever. He pointed to Craig and ordered, “Stay there,” running over to the bin and throwing away the stick. Even if Craig wasn’t cooperating, he’d appreciate more Tweek booty. “Now!”
Tweek practically pounced onto his boyfriend and squatted down again. “Pants off,” he said, tugging at the waistband of Craig’s tight jeans. Craig hesitated for a second, then obeyed. Tweek nuzzled at the bulge in his underwear—Craig was definitely hard. “Come on, man. You’re rock hard, but you wouldn’t just grab me and fuck me? Aren’t you the ‘Master’ in this relationship, huh?”
“You dom sometimes too,” Craig responded.
True. And Tweek was usually the one to suggest new ideas. But still!
“Well, it doesn’t matter how much of a big strong top dom you are now,” Tweek proclaimed. “You’re gonna be my dildo. I’ll suck you off to get you ready for my ass, but that’s it.”
Craig didn’t protest. They both knew their safewords (“cloves” for slow down, “cinnamon” for stop), and Tweek wasn’t hearing them~. He pulled off Craig’s underwear too, and let the tip boop his nose as it sprung free.
“Your cock’ll be blue too once I’m done,” he giggled, pressing a kiss to its uncut tip. Craig’s body heat did help warm up his lips after that whole popsicle display. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth.”
Tweek didn’t want to waste any more time; he ran his tongue in circles along that big dick, staring up at Craig with his eyes full of mischief. It was cute how Craig shuddered, though he couldn’t tell if that was from it feeling good or that his mouth was still cold. He supposed they’d find out—he leaned down and took another inch of Craig’s dick into his mouth. Another, and another—more. Before he knew it, his lips were wrapped around the base. Craig’s black T-shirt had lifted up a bit as he leaned back, so Tweek’s nose was squished against the black hair above his cock and he was staring right at his abs. He started to bob his head back and forth. Tweek knew Craig loved the noises he made when sucking cock, and even if this was technically a punishment, he could play it up a little. When he gagged on the girthy member stretching out his lips, he took the opportunity to add in some more sounds: “Glhk, glhk…ngh, mm…” He went back down to the base, and made an over-the-top “shlrrrp” sound. “Mmmmmn,” he moaned as he let up, inch by inch, until his lips popped off Craig’s cocktip. His fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked it lightly, and he taunted, “You’re lucky your dick is so big and hot, and tastes so good.” Tweek’s head darted down to plant two kisses on Craig’s balls. “Or else I might just sit on your face until you suffocate~.”
“Fuck,” moaned Craig. “You-you could do that.”
“You wish,” Tweek huffed as he licked at a few spots around Craig’s shaft, spots he knew by now were sensitive. “I think that should be good, don’t you?” He leaned back, hands digging into his thighs just like he’d practiced, and looked with pride at his handiwork.
“No, I wanted to cum down your throat.” Craig sounded crestfallen; that was cute too.
“And I wanted to be getting my back blown out every night for the past two weeks, but we don’t always get what we want. Now, shirt off.”
Craig did as Tweek asked and tossed his shirt aside. As Tweek stood up and ogled the man’s muscular arms, abs, and pecs (“bara tits” as he sometimes called them), a thought came to him.
I said I’d use him like a dildo, but…maybe I should top him instead? I do like Craig’s ass, but…no, it can wait till later.
“Lie back,” Tweek said. “Don’t move or touch me unless I say you can. Got that?”
“Yeah.” Craig nodded.
Tweek glared. He reached up to cup Craig’s face in his slender hand. “Not ‘yeah’. It’s ‘yes’...?”
“Yes, sir.”
“See, if you’d just done what I wanted, you wouldn’t need to do all this.” Tweek let go of his face and turned around. He wiggled his ass from side to side before promptly sitting in Craig’s lap. He gently gripped Craig’s toned thighs as he kept shaking it, gyrating his hips, and grinding on that thick drool-coated cock. “You want me to put it in?”
“Yea—” Craig stopped himself. “Yes, please, sir.”
“That’s what I thought. Pull my shorts down.”
Craig reached out and slowly tugged them off. Tweek heard him inhale sharply whenever another bit of his fat, wobbling ass was revealed.
“There,” Tweek said. “That’s enough.” His shorts were around halfway off, the tight waistband pressing on his thick bubble butt and pushing it up. He raised himself from Craig’s thighs to his upright cock. His hips bounced so that Craig’s shaft rubbed between his soft cheeks, but he only spent a few seconds hotdogging him before he lifted himself up more.
He dropped. The tip of Craig’s dick slid inside him with some resistance, but once it got past the ring of muscle, it was easier to take more in. And take more in he did, moaning in his high, sultry voice as Craig stretched out his hole. Until, eventually, he was flush against Craig’s waist, and every inch was buried inside him. “Ooh~” he moaned. “You do make a good toy. Just do what you do best and lay back, and I’ll, mmn, take care of the rest.” He didn’t want to be too mean, after all. With that, Tweek started to raise his hips and push them back down. Again he started off slow, but in time more than half Craig’s considerable length was going in and out of his hole. “Ohh…hah, fuck,” panted Tweek. “See how good it feels when you listen?” Little shocks of pleasure went through his whole body whenever he pushed down.
Craig wasn’t much better: he was spurting precum and making deep, quick moans & pants. Just how Tweek liked it. But he would be doing his boyfriend a disservice if he held anything back. So, as Tweek bounced his hips, he began to move them more intensely—like he had earlier. His ass clapped around Craig’s dick, and he was rewarded with a low groan.
Tweek looked back at him and grinned. “Y-you’re such a—ngh—perv, man,” he teased. “Your dick’s gushing. Are you gonna cum from your femboy twink boyfriend twerking his fat ass? Is it too much for you, ‘Master’?”
Craig didn’t respond—verbally, anyway. But his eyes were shut, his teeth gritted; Tweek could see sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried very desperately not to blow his load. Perfect.
“It’s okay,” Tweek purred. “You want to cum inside so badly, don’t you, my little fucktoy?” Craig nodded frantically. No one except Tweek had ever seen him like this; no one else was allowed too. Tweek smugly smirked and said, “Then—ahn—go on and let, ngh, it out. Cum deep, deep inside my tight little boypussy~”
He lifted his hips as much as he could without pulling out. He hovered just above the tip, and then without warning, slammed his hips down to take it all at once. Ripples went through his ass when it smacked against Craig’s thighs, and he felt the huge cock inside him throb with need.
“T-Tweek, I’m—”
A veritable flood of cum blasted from Craig’s dick. Tweek’s asshole was being filled, sticky hot semen spilling out from how much there was. Tweek felt his own cock twitch, and he threw his head back & moaned as it spurted cum into his slutty shorts & down his shapely thighs. He shook with pleasure, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, warmth overflowing inside him. It had been way too long since he’d last felt this good.
Once they were both finished, they sat there for a few minutes, silent except for heavy breaths. Then, Tweek sat up with a grunt, more semen leaking from his hole. He turned around and spread his legs to straddle Craig’s lap. “Good job,” he said, staring at Craig’s sweat-streaked face. “Now, once you’re good to go again, why don’t you get on your—”
Wait…
Looking closer, Tweek realized something.
That wasn’t just sweat. Craig was crying.
"C-Craig?" Tweek craned his neck at him and leaned in closer. "Did-did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I should have—"
"No," mumbled Craig, wiping away his tears on his bare arm. They made his skin feel hot and sticky. "It's fine. I'm fine."
"You are not!" Tweek huffed and leaned in more, gently pressing his forehead against Craig's. Those green eyes opened more and stared with single-minded focus. "Please, tell me what I d-did wrong, so…so I-I c-c-can—" Fuck, he whimpered internally. God, you're pathetic. Making everything about you, again. He's the one who's upset, but you're gonna put him in a position where he has to comfort you, right? And once Tweek started self-flagellating, it was hard to stop. His hands trembled as he rested them on Craig’s shoulders in comfort.
With a soft sniffle, Craig reassured him, “You didn’t do anything. I’m just…” His voice had gotten even more nasal than usual, and was higher now too. “I’m not good with…noticing this stuff.”
“What do you mean?” Tweek clung to him tighter, nuzzled his neck.
“Your…stuff. I know I should be better at it—I know you better than anyone—but sometimes, I just don’t get what you mean unless you say it loud and clear.”
Of course. Craig’s diagnosis had given him a name for the little ways he was different from the rest of the town. Autism manifested in different ways and there was a lot of misinformation out there, but Tweek had done his research; just as he needed Craig to be gentler and less blunt sometimes, Craig needed him to tell it like it was. They learned from each other in that way. But he hadn’t learned well enough, apparently. He felt silly now, wasting time instead of just asking Craig if he wanted to make love, like normal couples probably did. “I’m so sorry,” whispered Tweek as he pressed his lips to Craig’s face. If he’d caused these tears, he should be the one to kiss them away.
“It’s my fault. You were away for a while, and then I didn’t even ask if you wanted to…”
“You didn’t do one single thing wrong!” Tweek interrupted him. He planted a kiss on his other cheek, then another and another, at every spot he could reach.
Craig’s eyes were still open wide and gazing at Tweek; he was surprised, but didn’t move to stop his boyfriend from barraging him with kisses. “Okay, so neither of us did anything wrong,” he said, chuckling a little as Tweek’s lips hit a ticklish spot on his neck. “You were just horny, and expressing that how Tweek Tweak expresses himself. Performing.”
“A-and, ngh, all you did was be my audience and appreciate what I do…by experiencing it as it is, letting me let everything out.”
Craig sat up and returned the favor, leaving a long kiss on Tweek’s forehead. “Yeah, you ‘let everything out’ all right,” he said with another deep laugh. “You were waiting until you got back, yeah?” He let his hands go to Tweek’s waist.
Tweek wiggled in mock resistance. “Mmn, two whole months without touching myself,” he whined. “When I got back to my hotel room, sometimes I…” He looked down, avoiding Craig’s sightline, and giggled. “I’d grab and smack my own ass, and pretend it was you.”
“Really?” Craig looked down at him and laughed a little.
“Yes!” he said, giggling again. “I missed how your hands feel on me.”
“Did you miss this?” Craig’s voice got sterner, and his hands moved down. Each one groped one of Tweek’s plush asscheeks. “Slut?”
Tweek gulped. He knew that tone. “Uh—y-y-yes, Master.” He wiggled some more, shaking his ass. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Mmn?”
“...will you fuck me now?”
In an instant, Tweek was lifted onto the couch and bent over, his hands coming to rest on the edge. Dropping into such a familiar position, he instinctively arched his back towards Craig. And Craig was looming over him. One large, strong hand went to grab his ass again, the other to wind through his hair.
“Love you, babe,” murmured Craig.
“Me too. I love you so much,” Tweek sighed, his voice lilting and dreamy. “And I just want to show you that all the time.” But then he narrowed his eyes, and his tone got sharper. “Which means, fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow, so we’re in bed all day.” He smiled. “And if your legs give out first, I’ll just ride you some more~!”
A smirking Craig applied pressure onto his head to push it down. At the same time, he raised his left arm to swat Tweek’s ass. Tweek let out a surprised but happy, “Ah, haha~!” as he felt his butt jiggle from Craig’s strength.
Things really were so much easier when they communicated. At least now, he knew how to seduce his boyfriend easily…