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“Butters! Go get me a pepsi.” Cartman orders, voice muffled by the couch cushion he had his face buried in. They were both bundled under thick blankets, the movie they were watching just getting to the climax, where the biggest of the dinosaurs comes to eat all the soldiers up.

“Aw shucks, Eric… I wanna see this part!” Butters complains, trying to bury himself deeper into the couch cushions—only to receive a harsh kick to the leg from Eric. “ow! Stop it!” And then another, which finally gets him to move. “F-fine! You could stand to be nicer, y’know…” He clambers from his spot nestled in the warm couch, giving Eric a glare while the other teen just smirks at the TV, knowing he’s won.

Butters complains softly to himself until he leaves the basement, instantly perking up. He does go to get the pepsi, making himself a drink of water and a cup of soda for Eric. Beginning to hum, Butters pulls a non descript white pill out of his pajama pocket, cracks it in half with his teeth, and drops it into the soda. It dissolves quickly, and pepsi tastes terrible enough to disguise the taste.

“You won’t mess with me after this,” He murmurs, “Just you wait, Eric!” Butters wasn’t a dumbass. He knew Eric fucked with him during their sleepovers, aside from just making him to all the shit he didn’t want to (like going to get drinks during the best part of the movie). He’d figured out pretty quickly what Eric had done to him when he’d woken up with a throbbing in his pelvis.

Eric had thought he’d gotten away with it scot free, but Butters was sick of Eric messing with him. Yeah, he never actually hurt him—Butters really didn’t consider Eric fucking him while he passed out hurting him, the guy had and could’ve done much worse—but it was annoying!

Butters had walked around with a prominent limp for days, and Eric had made fun of him in Calculus about it! Like he didn’t cause it!!!

He makes sure the pill is fully dissolved before making his way back down the basement steps, humming the entire way.

“Took you long enough! I almost died of dehydration,” Eric gripes, snatching the pepsi out of Butters’ hand before he can even properly offer it to him. A bit of the liquid sloshes out but it’s not enough to make a difference.

Eric downs it in two gulps.

“Sorry, Eric,” Butters says apologetically, eyebrows furrowing, but he wasn’t really sorry.

He settles back down on the couch and crosses his arms, trying to gather what context he missed from the characters talking in the current scene. It doesn’t really help, but Butters isn’t focusing on that anyway.

No, his eyes keep drawing back to Cartman, who within 15 minutes begins to fight a losing battle.

It’d only been half a pill. Eric would be out for 3 hours at most; he probably wouldn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep at all, at least at first. Excitement bubbled in Butters’ chest as Eric yawns, pulling the blankets clumsily around himself.

He mutters something about the moving being boring as balls—was that really the excuse he was coming up with?—and he lurched forward slightly as if he were going to get off the couch and go to his room, but he never actually makes it off the couch.

Instead, Eric just slumps back down, eyes fluttering shut.

Butters waits a few more minutes to make sure Eric is well and truly asleep before pushing himself up and crawling over to Eric’s end of the couch. He pulls the blanket off of the brunet, eyeing him up and down for a moment before entangling his fingers in Cartman’s pajama bottoms and tugging them down.

Eric goes commando, which is somehow one of the worst things Eric’s ever done, but it does make things a lot easier for Butters.

“You’ve messed with me for the last time,” Butters scowls, but there’s very little heat behind it. “I-It’s time for you to get a taste of your own… medicine!” In truth, he was very nervous about this. Would Eric be upset with him? Most definitely. He’d probably wake up and yell at Butters, or tell his dad and get him sent back to that awful camp.

But… Eric had done it first!

Butters shoves his fingers in his mouth, slicking them up with saliva. He knew it wasn’t ideal, but it was all he had. He hadn’t thought this through in it’s entirety, after all. He hadn’t expected his medicine to actually knock Cartman out at all.

When they’re nice and wet, Butters nudges his way between Eric’s legs and searches for his hole. It’s easy to find, nestled between plush, plump cheeks. He pushes his first finger in and meets some resistance, but that disappears as Eric’s body relaxes around him. Every so often he spits on his hand again to slick it up, careful not to make Eric bleed.

Eric’s hole squelches around his fingers, the noise making his dick twitch to life in his own PJs. It really shouldn’t, but he scissors his fingers open, biting his lip as Eric’s spreads easily for him.

Fuck it. Eric was relaxed enough, he was a big boy. He could take it. Butters wets his cock with more drool the best he can, shivering as a faint heat begins to light in his belly. It only takes a few strokes to get him fully erect, and he then uses his thumbs to spread Eric’s legs wider for easier access.

Already dripping pre, Butters pushes his tip inside Eric’s deliciously tight ass. He squeezes around Butters’ cock like a vice, but a few slow pumps of his hips allows for a bit more room to ‘breathe’.

“O-oh fuck, Eric,” Butters whines, leaning forward and grinding his hips hard against the brunet’s. He knows he should be quiet, but he can’t hold back the whimper that bullies itself from his lips. His hands wander, playfully squeezing at Eric’s rolls; he’s soft to the touch and Butters finds himself burying his face in Eric’s neck, breathing hot into his skin.

Eric mumbles something in his sleep at the sudden weight, something that was probably a complaint, but he’s too out of it. All of this is just a dream…

Butters’ hands squeeze Eric’s clothed tits before trailing back down to his hips and gripping them firmly, pulling him backward to match his thrusts. Each thrust works him deeper and deeper, past what little resistance Eric had to begin with; his cock slides against Butters’ belly, twitching needily as it hardens.

What Eric did to Butters exactly was still unknown to him, but he did know he woke up feeling like he’d had every last drop of cum drained from his balls. Butters might as well return the favor, right?

Pressing downward, Butters lets the friction of his shirt and body rutting against Eric’s cock do the work for him. Pre-cum stains his shirt, a dark stain forming on the fabric as he groans, lifting Eric’s hips up with ease to piston himself in hard.

“I-I don’t have to be nice to you,” Butters pants in Eric’s ear, “I don’t. I won’t be—so you’re just gonna hafta t-take what I give you!” He does try his best to sound angry, but it’s quite hard to be angry when your cock is being milked by someone’s ass.

The heat in his belly quickly becomes unbearable and Butters almost sobs as he slams himself in as deep as he physically can, not even flinching at the sharp sensation that reverberates through his pelvis when he does.

He tenses and jerks slightly, a visceral moan escaping from his throat as he spills his cum deep into Eric’s guts. Thick ropes of seed paint his insides white, deeper than anyone else had gone. Butters was probably the only one who’d ever gotten, or will get, this opportunity. Butters shudders and slumps a little bit, doing his best to keep from crushing Eric under his body weight as he comes down from that high.

Mind fuzzy and warm, Butters finds himself kissing at Eric’s throat absently. Mostly mouthing, not leaving any trace behind other than saliva; although it is very tempting to do so. Butters had to walk with a limp for days, so why wouldn’t he want Eric to have some sort of long-term consequence too?

Still… He lets himself come down slowly from that high, cock still tucked inside Eric’s hole.

It was around the time that he came out of that dopamine filled haze that he realized he was still hard—or at least, hard again. Butters bites his lip and flounders, leaning forward to grab for Cartman’s phone off the floor. It had only been around 45 minutes since Cartman had passed out, and twenty since the movie (which he had clearly stopped paying attention to) had ended.

It’d be at least another two and a half hours before Cartman started to wake up.

“A…aw shucks,” Butters mumbles, pulling his cock out slightly to wipe some cum off of it for lube and wrapping his hand around Cartman’s chubby length. He was by no means big, but he sure was thick, and that’s why Butters spent so much time limping like some sort of idiot. He’d ended up blaming that on slipping on some ice…

He rolls his hips lazily, matching each thrust with the pumping of his hand along Cartman’s cock. Eric moans in response, hips twitching faintly up into Butters’ touch, but he can’t bring himself to do much other than squirm and make those deliciously pitiful, needy noises.

It’s music to Butters’ ears. He takes his time this time, running his thumb over Eric’s throbbing cockhead and lightly pressing into the divots. Exploring; playing.

“s…seriously,” Eric mumbles under his breath, word slurred. Butters almost laughs at him for it, a grin forming on his face.

“What is it, Eric? You don’t like this sorta thing?” Butters asks, breath hot on his ear. Cartman growls as Butters presses his thumb harder into his tip, blocking his ability to cum. He does try to spew some sort of insult, but it’s lost in an incoherent, sleepy ramble.

Eventually Butters grows bored of teasing him and loosens his grip on his cockhead, twisting his hand as he pumps—picking up the pace—until semen explodes from his angry red cockhead, splattering Butters’ shirt and hand in it.

At that point, Eric looked completely debauched. Every thrust of Butters’ hips spilled more cum from around the sides of his cock, the wet squelching mixing with his and Eric’s needy moans. He was crusted in cum, cheeks flushed bright red, hair wild from being pressed against the throw pillows.

Butters gets a little bit too carried away after that—the sight had made him almost black out, the horniness inside him growing too much to bear. The plan was to stop and clean up before Eric woke up to avoid some sort of crazy interaction (this was supposed to be a SUBTLE revenge), but when Butters finally snaps back into his own body, he’s aching all over and his cock is still stuffed up Eric’s ass.

Eric blinks drowsily, panting in a mixture of arousal and confusion as another dry orgasm rolls through him. “A-ahn… Bu—Butters…?” He sounds pathetic, but he doesn’t even have the wherewithawl to be afraid. No, Butters feels him lifting his hips to meet Butters’ own, struggling to hold them up as his brain slowly comes back online.

“Eric,” Butters whines right back, “You…” To be fair, he was too fuck-drunk to realize he should be scared too. He was going to tell Eric off—let him know why he was doing this— but instead, what comes out is a slurry of Feels so good, so tight, and half-curses that were weak even to Butters himself.

He had lost track of how many times he’d cum, how many times he’d managed to get Eric to do so, but it was definitely enough to make his mind melt into a pathetic puddle.

Eric attempts to lift his head but he gives up quickly, simply curling his fingers into the now sweat-soaked throw blanket they’d been using to keep warm in the chilly basement. Neither of them needed it anymore, he was just using it to ground himself against the onslaught. “Mo-motherfucker,” He mumbles, entire body shaking like a leaf; he could already feel the ache in his bones, like he’d run a marathon.

It felt so goddamn good, and his mind was hazy like he’d just come down off oxy. Cartman barely registers that Butters had drugged him—not that he’d really care to begin with, its impressive considering Butters is such a pussy most of the time—but every limb was heavy and he couldn’t even get his tongue to obey what little his brain had to offer.

His thoughts run in circles, hungry for more yet desperate for some sort of reprieve. Butters finally clambers off of him, releasing his aching and bullied cock from his cum-soaked hand. There’s a thick, empty feeling left behind as he does; a hole Butters had filled, even if Cartman hadn’t known it was there at first.

He blinks a few times, blearily trying to get his vision to clear. Something warm and wet drips down his thighs, pooling in the curve of his balls as his hips and belly are finally allowed to sink ingo the now ruined cushions. Fuck, Butters had filled him up so much. That bastard… Cheeks aflush, Eric swallows down what little saliva he has left, trying to wet his strained vocal chords.

“Y’d better clean me up, Butters… For seriously…” he spits, attempting to put some heat in his voice—normally he’s a lot better at that—but it isn’t even needed. Butters paws at his fluffy hips for a moment, almost in a panic as he jolts back to reality.

“S-sorry, Eric!” He yelps, shifting backward quickly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everythin’!” His accent gets thicker as he gets more anxious, and Cartman sighs, sloppily trying to shift his right leg back onto the couch. He assumes Butters is going to climb off him to go get towels, like a reasonable human fucking being, only to yelp in shock as the blonde’s tongue rasps over his balls, gently drawing one between his lips to suck.

“Jesus—fuck—!” He jerks his hips forward, attempting to scramble away from the sudden new sensation with whatever energy he had, but Butters grabs his hips and pins him firmly. Leave it to Butters to make this even more gay than it already was.

Sweat trickles down Cartman’s cheek, struggling to suck air back into his lungs as Butters finishes sucking his balls clean, swiping his tongue up the perineum and nestling his face between Cartman’s plump ass.

Cartman had very little experience getting fucked, and even less experience getting eaten out. Butters was a freak—but he was a freak too, for enjoying it so much. If his balls weren’t drained completely, he probably would’ve gotten hard again.

He can’t help the instinctive clenching around Butters’ wet tongue, squeezing his eyes shut as he succumbs to the oddly pleasurable sensation.

Butters sighs, greedily lapping up his own goddamn cum as if it were his last meal on earth. Maybe it was just a way to keep Cartman from being too mad at him, but it sure didn’t feel like acting.

He’s noisy and sloppy, and Cartman almost thinks he’s doing it on purpose as he takes his time working his way through every little bit of Eric that he can reach, not moving on until the salty taste is gone. Eric’s body begs for a break as overstimulation surges through him, firing off every synapse; it borders on painful, especially when Butters moves onto his cock unnecessarily—fuck, fuck, fuck—forcing him to endure it; every accidental tooth scrape, every swipe of his tongue over the overly sensitive and raw head.

Cartman manages to rut his hips into Butters’ mouth, listening to him gag as his cock slams into the back of his throat. He splutters, swallowing around him to avoid choking on his chubby dick, clumsily swallowing a few more times before pulling back, lips swollen and eyes watery.

“Okay—you—you did your faggy ass eating, thing now let me go,” Cartman rasps, feeling very raw, inside and out. “I’m thirsty.”

Butters glares at him, pressing down harder on Cartman’s love handles as he tries to crawl away. “Well maybe I don’t want to! Y’ever think of that, Eric? You’re not clean yet.”

Cartman genuinely does blink in surprise at that, twisting his head back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Butters never stood up to him. Ever? There was a mischevious glint in Butters’ blue eyes, one that made Cartman want to shrink into himself.

“I—Listen here, I’m plenty clean! I can just shower off the rest of it, so you’d better let me go right now! For seriously. Or I’ll tell your dad you’re a homo!” Cartman’s threats fall on deaf ears for the most part, but Butters does do the kind thing and hands him his undrunk cup of water.

Cartman drinks it like its the last drops of water in the sahara desert, only given enough time to do that before Butters is sucking dried, sticky seed off of his belly and hips, nuzzling into his sweaty skin. “G-god—You ffucking—”

Butters laughs at him. Genuine, evil.

Cartman feels his dick twitch to life again, ressurrected by that awful noise, and Cartman’s words are cut off by his own moaning, tears tracking down his face.

This evil bastard is gonna kill me… and I think I’ll die happy about it.