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Tweek is a weeby femboy in one of Craig's classes, like he's got neko ears, pleated skirt, a choker, shaved legs, thigh highs. They could get talking because they both smoke after class maybe? And then honestly from there just that post as inspo. Really rough sex/barebacking would be cool

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“pray”

That’s one of the only comments on a post he looked up in hopes of finding a solution for his problem. Apparently quitting antidepressants in the midst of attempting to remain untouched for an entire duration of November isn’t a great idea.

Craig sighs. That does seem to be his only option— he knows he can’t schedule another appointment anytime soon, especially not for a reason that makes him cringe from the inside out. Yeah, therapy, combined with meds have worked wonders to the point of him not needing them anymore, and he’s so happy getting to experience being a relatively functional person— at least compared to the past Craig who did nothing but chronically jerk off to literally whatever he could find while actively foregoing social interaction of any kind.

The Post-SSRI orgasmic high, though, is making things difficult in a way they just haven't been before, especially with his, well, most recent endeavors. He’s an expert at walking away from situations, but apparently not from his constantly throbbing dick. He has no idea why he ended up making this stupid self-imposed rule a matter of honor. It’s not like he’ll be cured of the rest of his problems by not busting a nut for a month, but it’s just a simple task that gives him at least some semblance of control and achievement.

Except it’s not actually that simple. It’s true that Craig has become more tolerable, but turns out being even a tad more approachable means more socializing, and that really isn’t mixing well with the newfound, excessive horniness.

This ties into the other painful distraction he’s been experiencing. This time, it’s in the shape of a person, and he’s called Tweek. He might not be as inconvenient, but sure it sure is hard as fuck to ignore him— not when he’s showing up to their data structures class with those cat ear headphones he proudly owns. They light up, even. He jangles wherever he walks— His backpack has a multitude of goofy looking charms dangling freely from it along with pins displaying every interest he possibly has, even including flags for countries Craig has never heard of before. Multiple chains hang from the choker around his neck and the waist of his pleated skirt. That fucking skirt gave him a heart attack when Tweek had to pick up his lighter exactly one time. And ever since that time, he’s always been hyper aware of Tweek’s flinching and on alert for when he has to catch objects in mid air.

It’s not like he needs any of these to stand out, either. His whole demeanor radiates some sort of unapologetic strangeness he doesn’t even seem to be aware of. His physique would still catch the eye even if he didn’t choose to, well, actively emphasize it in a way that distracts Craig. So it’s just too much. He’s trying too hard.

He’s aware that he looks good, at least that’s Craig’s impression. Do people tell him he’s pretty? Does he enjoy being stared at? The air of confidence, and thinking that he’s hot shit are concepts that are familiar to him— even if he himself hasn’t felt like that in quite a while. Though Tweek does mostly seem like he doesn’t give a fuck what people think, at least not anymore. He’s also waving at Craig right now.

Not only does he have to deal with his overall presence, they also have somewhat become, well, sort of friend-ish, close enough that Craig’s casual rudeness isn’t doing much to ward him off in any way. Tweek, according to himself, gets easily overwhelmed around people, and it’s even harder for him to find people to click with when he himself is a self-proclaimed overwhelming person. Craig is, apparently, just “very lowkey”. The words are a change of pace from the usual “boring” or “rude” he gets branded with. He kind of likes being referred to as a “calming presence”— at least that’s what he recalls Tweek saying that one time. Turns out it isn’t easy at all to pay proper attention with Tweek playfully fiddling with the string of Craig’s hoodie, tugging on it and tapping him on the shoulder in generous amounts in the midst of conversation.

He’s now in a similar situation in which he doesn’t even know when Tweek approached him, but they’ve already walked together to their usual spot where they smoke after class. Tweek is seemingly talking shit about one of the teaching assistants while Craig is grappling with the fact that the black thigh-high stockings Tweek is wearing under his pleated skirt today also have cat ears on them. What the fuck. He only manages to divert his attention back to the conversation upon noticing that he’s being addressed.

“You have— you have class after this?”

“Yeah,” he answers. “Why.”

“So, ungh, Kenny’s got my notes, ones that I gave him like, what? Forever ago, and well, I really need them by this Friday!” Craig knows that his roommate won’t be back until after this weekend, and apparently, Tweek does too. It isn’t surprising that he and Kenny, the other most unashamed weeb he knows, are on friendly terms. “He told me to ask you— grrhh, so that I can come over to collect them from whatever pile he sticked them in, yeah, he doesn’t even know where they are! Inconvenient, I know, but maybe— maybe we could hang out a bit too, during that? If you want?”

Craig finds himself nodding to the suggestion. Not that it means proper commitment to the plan at hand or anything, but it’s not like he has anything better to do, either.

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He does in fact meet up with Tweek after class, and the journey back to the dorms is quick as they’re both too engrossed in talking about whatever nerdy shit they’re interested in at the moment. With the way Tweek laughs at or reacts to literally anything he says, no matter how dry— Craig is actually starting to think of himself as an interesting person or something.

By the time they’re standing in front of Craig’s door, Tweek gently grabs him by the arm. “Uh, hold on for a second,” he says, as he struggles to fetch his phone out of his bag. He then switches on his front camera to snap a quick photo of him enthusiastically posing with a fucking V sign, while Craig instinctively blocks his own face with the hand he also uses to flip the camera off. Tweek chuckles at the image before quickly typing up a caption —that Craig is sure is riddled with typos— and hits send.

“Did you post that?”

“Nah, dude, don’t worry! It’s just for my friends,” he reassures. “You really think I’d do that— share my location for anyone to see, just like that? Fuck no! Augh! Not even with the background blurred out. I’ve been getting a lot of followers recently, and at first it felt nice— but man, it’s also overwhelming!”

Tweek’s account mostly has photos of handmade merch, food, tank models and weird robot figurines— though his most recent posts also include mirror selfies, and even with his phone blocking most of his face, they’re still of a nature which leaves Craig with no doubts as to why it’d gather an audience.

Craig lets both of them in, plopping down on the couch and then making extra space for Tweek to join him. They sit in silence for a while, taking in the sight of the mess that is Kenny’s side of the room. He did have to leave in a rush— though it’s not a drastic difference from what he’s normally like. Seems like it’ll take ages for Tweek to retrieve his shit if he even manages to do so. Well, he did mention having been interested in archeology or some shit like that at some point.

"So… What is with your, uh. Get-up, exactly," Craig asks. He’s aware that it kind of came out of nowhere, and that it’s weird for him to initiate the conversation. It’s not like he’s expecting Tweek to explain why he’s got the ass that he does, or why it’s seemingly the only kind that’s frustrating Craig, but he still wants some answers regarding…Well, everything else.

“What?”

“I mean. Your whole…Deal.”

"Urgh, you mean, like, aside from bringing shame and disappointment to my family?" He chuckles, and Craig figures it’s some sort of joke. Fuck if he knows how to respond to that, though it turns out he doesn’t really have to. “Look, man, I’d really love to chat more, but, ngh! Just…not now, I guess, you know?”

Craig nods as Tweek gets up. God knows where his stuff is, and he’d be lucky if he finds it all in one piece— he can already imagine the raw sounds of an agonized Tweek upon discovering mere remains of his possessions, lamenting about how he’ll definitely fail. Though he’d probably manage, somehow.

Not willing to touch any of Kenny’s things, he just decides to let Tweek to his own devices. Except that Tweek doesn’t proceed to dig through the tower of stacked books on top of Kenny’s desk, and he isn’t attempting to search under his bed, either.

In fact, he’s currently on his knees in front of Craig. Now, that’s a turn of events Craig didn’t exactly see coming, though what really surprises him the most is actually the way he’s spreading his legs open to let Tweek slide even closer to him and groaning at the sensation of pale hands feeling him up— of fucking course he’s hard.

For a second, it’s like he’s viewing this entire situation from behind a TV screen— he’s merely a curious observer as to what will happen next. It’s not like he has no idea what Tweek is doing— it doesn’t seem real, but also he fully feels the way he’s palming Craig’s clothed erection. He can’t think, but he wants to see this through to the end. He just needs an urgent break from the overwhelming awareness of just how much he needs this, and how much it’ll wreck him.

He’s snapped back to reality by a frustrated Tweek struggling with his zipper which seems to have gotten stuck again —it does that sometimes, though now is the most inconveniencing instance yet, and it’s a sentiment they both seem to share.

“Oh come on, augh— this shit is partly why I don’t even bother with pants anymore!”

Upon Tweek’s protest, Craig unzips his pants to let his dick out, as if he’s helping Tweek with something mundane like holding a door open for him rather than, well, literally inviting him to suck it— even though that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Upon finding what he’s been looking for, Tweek lets out a soft, satisfied “oh” at his discovery, taking a moment to appreciate Craig’s size. And great— the minor ego boost is exactly what Craig needs right now, it’s not like he wasn’t already confused about the whole thing

Tweek starts to lick him from the base to the top. He gives his tip quick flicks of the tongue while looking up at him with his big eyes, awaiting his reaction. Craig averts his gaze, worrying about the amount of teasing he’ll have to endure— but it doesn’t take long for Tweek’s hand and mouth to start working in unison. Inside his mouth is warm and wet in a way that he finds out that he’s never truly properly experienced, and the way he’s jerking him off feels nothing like the painfully dull manner he usually finishes in his own hand.

Tweek obviously knows what he’s doing, but the way he’s being so impatient and sloppy beyond his own control makes him feel some kind of way— it’s almost like Craig is also doing something to him and it’s not only the other way around. He’s generously sucking on his cock and he’s also selfishly taking all of Craig for himself. Craig is already far gone before he makes the slightest attempt at taking him into his throat.

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Tweek’s eyes light up with surprise upon his mouth being filled too soon— apparently also with an amount he didn’t quite expect. It isn’t enough to get him to stop, though, as he keeps on sucking and swirling his tongue around Craig even with the excess liquid leaking out from the corners of his lips. It’s fucking too much for him to take— but Tweek is being thoughtfully gentle in a way that’d make Craig sob if he even thought of stopping. So he’s just stuck in this overstimulating limbo of intense pleasure and throbbing nerves— at least until he softens. Which should be any second now. Except that never second never comes. Unsurprisingly, he’s still rock hard even after Tweek does pull off to look at him in confusion.

“It’s just been a while,” Craig says before he can be questioned.

“Nngh, how long?”

“...Two weeks,” he admits with a look of shame. “And I wasn’t supposed to, until the end of this month. And now it’s all ruined. Thanks to… someone.”

“Oh. You— Did you really—” Tweek babbles, seemingly not knowing what to do with the information. “Oops?”

Oops indeed. There really isn’t much to say. It’s not like Craig can or should blame him, though a big part of him wants nothing more than to do exactly that, and Tweek seems to have sensed the contempt radiating off of him.

“Look, man, I’m sorry or whatever— But I really thought you knew exactly where this was going! Augh! Especially with the way you’ve been ogling me!”

“I’ve been ogling you,” Craig repeats with a mix of confusion and disgust, though it doesn’t come off as a proper question.

“Eye-fucking, to be exact! At first, I thought it was because, urgh! You hated me or something. And okay, it's whatever, nothing I'm not used to. But that’s not it, is it? Because you're actually nice to me. I don't get it, man!"

"I'm nice to you?" Craig blurts out with genuine confusion, probably frustrating Tweek with the redirected question once again.

“Alright, Craig, I’ll just— I can just leave, and we won’t bring this up again, alright?” He offers. “It’ll be like this never happened. I’ll— urgh, try not to think about how you probably spend your time on the lamest parts of Reddit.” He doesn’t even sound demeaning when he says that, and the indifference in his tone makes Craig even more ashamed.

They could very well leave it at that: Everyone goes home, nobody talks about what went down, or it just leads to some sort of annoying teasing at worst. And then he can be left alone in peace, repeatedly reflecting on how he prematurely ejaculated inside his classmate who also happens to be a man.

That’s not what happens, as Craig roughly shoves Tweek’s face back on his length while Tweek continues sucking on his cock like nothing happened, though rougher with the frustration of his meal being briefly interrupted. He watches Tweek slowly take him inside his throat and he has to actively distract himself to keep himself from coming yet again right at that second.

Colorful hair clips keeping golden strands off of Tweek’s face are now loosened up and dangling from his forehead as he bobs his head up and down. Craig gets rid of them with one swift motion, making Tweek wince— and continues running his hands through Tweek’s unruly mess of hair.

He grabs a fistful of his locks to regain some sense of control. It’s almost like it’s Tweek’s blond threads that keep Craig’s grip on his head firm and not the other way around. It makes sense. That’s got to be why he has long hair.

He begins guiding Tweek through shallow thrusts, not allowing him to go any further than a little bit above the cockhead, fiercely and slowly grinding his cock around Tweek’s lips.

“I’ll fucking come again,” he says, making no visible effort to prevent that. It’s like his own words don’t matter a thing to himself, nor to Tweek who’s busy swallowing him down as Craig suddenly pushes his head deep down his throat, unraveling inside him a second time.

Once again, Tweek doesn’t stop sucking— though this time, he doesn’t hold back. It’s almost like he’s deriving sadistic pleasure from milking him dry and making him squirm— at least that’s what Craig would think if Tweek didn’t just seem so entranced by the task at hand. Craig has to get him off of his dick by roughly pulling him up by the hair again.

Tweek gasps for air— with his hair all fucked up, face flushed red and eyes wet with tears, he’s an absolute mess. He coughs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to grin at Craig, and it’s the most infuriating yet attractive thing he’s ever seen. It burns his eyes in probably all levels except physical.

Suddenly not finding it in him to look at Tweek any longer, he makes him stand up before turning him over to face the couch, though it doesn’t go like planned— his hands don’t let go of Tweek, instead finding refuge around his hips and then shortly after, inside his loose T-shirt. He starts feeling Tweek up without restraint— Tweek whines and shudders at the touch and it only drives Craig over the edge— suddenly, their hips are lined up and his erection pressing up on Tweek’s ass as they both groan at the feeling. Tweek starts subtly grinding up against him— it doesn’t last long, as he’s roughly bent over while Craig’s hands travel lower.

Tweek’s thighs feel so fucking great and right in a way that he can’t wrap his head around and it just makes him want to cry. He lifts up his skirt to face the supposed source of his problems— he’s greeted with comfortable looking boxers underneath. It’s still very Tweek in some way. It dawns on Craig that this isn’t some performance Tweek is putting up or the universe trying to mess with him. Tweek isn’t some irresistible sex demon sent to thwart his plans by tempting him— He just wants cock. He’s just a horny weirdo who wishes nothing more than to relieve at least some stress after classes. That’s not very different from Craig.

He pushes down his underwear in curiosity only to be greeted by another sight he wasn’t fully prepared to deal with.

“What the fuck.”

Unfortunately, what he sees doesn’t damage Craig’s overall opinion on Tweek’s ass —fuck, it’s even better up close and makes it dangerously clearer that it’s not attached to a girl— but what throws him off is the fucking butt plug currently shoved up inside his ass. Tweek looks back on him over his shoulder— he actually looks embarrassed by Craig's rather direct questioning.

“What, you haven’t seen one before or something!?” He snaps, before a genuinely concerned tone takes over. “You don’t want me to actually, ergh! Explain what it is to you— do you?”

He doesn’t. It’s distracting and Craig doesn’t want it there, so he gets rid of it with no hesitation— making Tweek whine at the sudden loss. Craig lines up his cock with Tweek’s already slick entrance and pushes in without a second thought, having no proper insight into the sensation that awaits him. He better gets used to it— as he’s operating like a race car without fucking brakes or even a working steering wheel.

He bottoms out almost right away— It’s fucking overwhelming even without the sight of Tweek impatiently trying to move back and forth— combined with the sound just too much, too much, too much that he has to grab Tweek’s hips with bruising force to

He begins dragging his cock all the way out only to slam it back in even deeper with every thrust, making Tweek scream louder and louder each time. It feels so fucking great, but it’s also too great and too real— so he fiercely slaps his hand on Tweek’s mouth to muffle his cries. Though it seems to be backfiring— as harder Craig’s open palm presses on his face, more drowned moans of pleasure Tweek lets out. He’s almost crumpled up between the couch and Craig, and he sounds like he wants to be clasped and squeezed and crushed by him even further.

Tweek’s body is just so light and sensitive that it’s like everything Craig does to him has double the physical effect on his body— a single thrust shakes him to his core like his body is about to fall apart, he shivers at the slightest touch, the slightest brush against his prostate makes him quiver with pleasure in a way Craig never thought was possible to achieve.

“You love this,” Craig says, almost unintentionally, fascinated by the observation he’s making.

“Nngh, yeah, please, you can, hah, you can keep talking to me like that,” Tweek nods furiously, trying his best to meet Craig’s thrusts.

Craig doesn’t say anything, though, he simply isn’t able to. He wants to call him a slut, yeah, that’s right, a cock-hungry fucking whore, with the way he’s arching his back like a cat in heat and doing nothing but rock desperately back against him, as if Craig isn’t giving all of himself without any care in the world already.

Tweek’s head ends up in between the cushions with Craig’s hand pushing him down full force— probably hard enough to leave a Tweek shaped print on his couch. With his ass hoisted up high, his skirt is fully upside down now— and his loose T-shirt has long since surrendered to gravity, exposing a fraction of his pale back to Craig.

There’s no doubt that Tweek loves this, loves being nailed down at Craig’s mercy. He doesn’t dare open his mouth, though— because he loves it too. Maybe loves it so much that he could just blurt that out in his drunken haze or go as far as to accidentally confess his undying love for Tweek or something— and the worst thing is that it could actually be true, even if only for that one millisecond the sentiment escapes him. None of his thoughts find their way into words as he just lets an embarrassing groan escape him, fucking up into Tweek over and over again.

Craig can’t possibly last any longer— he roughly pulls Tweek up by his hair, and burying himself deep inside and this time planning to stay like that for a while.

“Hah, please, don’t stop, no! Not now, man!” Tweek protests. His attempts of rocking back against him all prove to be in vain with Craig’s unyielding hold on him and he can’t help but let out pleased cries upon being restrained even tighter in his arms.

"Shut the fuck up," Craig says, intending to sound commanding, but it comes off as more desperate than anything. He’s the one on the verge of unloading for the fucking third time, and stay in this moment forever so that he doesn’t have to face any of the implications,

”Why would you stop now of all times, augh! Please! You can’t, you can’t do thaaaa—” and his loud cries get cut off as Craig’s hand is wrapped around his dick. Well, yeah, he’s now touching another dude’s junk. He might as well make Tweek make scream in every way he knows how while he’s at it.

Craig continues to jerk Tweek off while he whimpers, this time allowing his noises to fill his ears without any resistance from his part. They go straight to his dick as expected. His hips snap against his own will and before he knows it, he’s pounding deep into him again.

As Tweek comes screaming, and Craig slams his limp body against himself as he’s taken out by his own orgasm, one that he’ll probably never be able to carve off his mind or body in any circumstance. He’s blissful and he’s fucking cursed forever. He collapses on Tweek, while the latter struggles with the heavy weight placed on top of him and probably some pain as Craig takes a bit too long to slip off of him.

When he opens his eyes, Tweek is lying there with his ass exposed, still panting with Craig’s cum leaking down to his stockings. Craig’s eyes wander to his face, expecting to see his usual, sly expression that’d say something like “Look what you did.” The one that could piss him off and easily make him resent this entire situation and walk away. What he finds instead is a soft smile spread wide through his absolutely fucked out face, and Craig has to come to terms with it being an image he’ll never be able to get off of his mind again.

Tweek eventually does notice Craig’s staring and his expression shifts into a more playful one like always, but it’s too late for that. Craig has seen what’s actually underneath his smirk and he wants to fuck it off of his face again and again to leave him with nothing more than the same post-orgasmic bliss. As he recounts the way he squirmed under Craig, Tweek feels so far away in a way that just feels wrong and he gets this weird, overwhelming urge to hold him close again —that’s so fucking gay, fucking Christ. He never gets to actually do that, as Tweek suddenly sits up from where he’s been resting.

“Uh, I should go,” he says, swiftly getting up and attempting to fix his hair and clothing to the best of his ability to at least look a bit more presentable on his way back. It doesn’t really work. He leans in to grab his bag and also plants a soft kiss on Craig’s cheek before he heads right for the door, giving him no chance to react. “See you in class, man.”

No amount of intense shame or post-nut clarity will probably help him with the facts that his dick is still hard, the memory is still fresh, and he’s already feeling the lack of the absolute high he’s experienced. Truly an awful combination of elements. He’s lucky if he gets any sleep tonight.

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He faces the inevitable as he indeed does see Tweek in class. He somehow managed to not evaporate out of shame while Tweek is still real and not actually a figment of his imagination, so there’s really not much to do about it. Aside from maybe begrudgingly having his roommate’s direct message tab open on his phone.

CT: You know tweek right

KM: good taste in anime, talks a lot, thighs 4 lyfe

Of fucking course he just had to mention the thighs, and he’s not even made aware of Craig’s pain yet. For the next couple of minutes or so, Craig makes all sorts of attempts to put his thoughts into words only for it to end with him abusing the backspace key each time— it’s like having a mini therapy session with himself and he hates it. He finally decides on a few, but carefully curated words to just speak for themselves.

CT: Is it gay if it’s with a femboy

KM: uhh

He finds himself unable to look at the thought bubble with dots forming on Kenny’s side of the conversation and his eyes unconsciously land on Tweek at the other side of the room again. He’s minding his own business, filling up his mug from a thermos covered in stickers. Craig isn’t being watched or anything, at least not until their eyes meet— that’s when Tweek hits him again with the knowing smirk. He looks back down at his phone again in an instant to see the replies he’s received.

KM: wait dude i already thought u were gay

KM: was that someone else

KM: was it stan who was gay idk

KM: anyway why do u even care lmao

KM: thats even fuckin gayer

Well, there it is, Kenny McCormick with no judgment, though not being useful in any way, either. He internally cringes at the pointless exchange up until he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey dude."

“Why do you keep making that face at me.”

“Oh, why, I’m doing fine! How about you?” Tweek scoffs. “And maybe— Just maybe, it’s because you keep looking?”

Craig doesn’t have an answer to that.

“Augh— Look, the thing is, I never actually got my stuff back from Kenny,” he admits. Vivid memories of the day come flooding back to Craig’s brain again— it’s not like he’s even managed to stop thinking about it, for fuck’s sake.

“Stop speaking to me in innuendos.”

“Grrrh— I’m not! I do need them! I just forgot— I forget stuff all the fucking time, okay? It’s a thing I do— and it’s really not that surprising that I did right after, well, that. You’d know— you were literally there when you fucked my brains out!”

Upon the loud and vulgar remark, Craig instinctively looks around to see if anyone heard them, and it seems like Tweek’s also realized he’s being a tad too shameless in public. It’s quiet for a while.

“You know, I didn’t actually expect you to be that good.” He’s wise enough to speak in an acceptable tone this time, but his words are still testing Craig’s resolve. “Augh— Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, you know, you don’t really seem the type. I was just caught off guard— in a good way! It’s, ergh— always nice to see that some surprises in life are still pleasant,” he says, smiling.

And Tweek is actually right, he isn’t actually the type to, or do any of that, really. It’s a combination of many things— Not nutting for two weeks, some weird gayness that he presumably developed from that, and the fucking thigh highs— or just whatever the hell Tweek did to him just by existing. So he isn’t actually super confident in his ability to satisfy Tweek the next time, with at least some of these factors lifted— wait, just what the fuck is he thinking about?

“Uh,” he manages to let out. ”I’m, I’m not gay.” Not only is it questionable at this point, it ends up sounding insecure as fuck and doesn’t help get his point across, like, at all.

Tweek just sighs. “Craig, dude, look. It doesn’t matter. I really, really don’t give a shit about what you call yourself, as long as— you know. Got that? Okay. It’s just, really not any of my business!”

As long as he fucks the shit out of him. At least that’s the way his brain fills, in the blanks— perhaps because it knows Craig would do it again in a heartbeat. He isn’t sure if hearing these words from Tweek is relieving, or the opposite. He takes a deep breath, hoping some of the blood will flow up to his brain instead of somewhere else, for a change.

“You seemed to be, uh, enjoying yourself,” he begins, and Tweek raises a brow at the understatement of the century. “It’s just— It's not like I didn't have sex before, I obviously know what it’s like. I just had no idea it’d feel like that. Or that dick could do… that to anyone, really. I think I even wondered what it felt like for a second.”

It only dawns on him when he stops speaking that it was just too much— that Tweek is now aware of thoughts that he didn’t even know existed mere seconds ago, and he has no idea what all of this entails.

“Rrrgh, really?” Tweek asks, softly. And with that, Craig’s suspicions are confirmed— he has made a grave mistake. “You— you want me to,” he leans in closer to him, “show you?”

And there’s the feeling of impending doom along with raw fear— fear of what, exactly, he doesn’t know. It doesn’t feel entirely bad, though, it’s exciting, like he still has a chance of surviving this. Like he can turn this around, somehow— yeah, he can work through this. Maybe he'll absolutely hate it and never need to think of Tweek again, let alone ever want to cuddle with him. Yeah, that’s got to be the actual way to cancel out the gay polarity, once and for all. It just makes so much sense, it has to work— after all, Craig Tucker’s plans never fail.

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