South Park Kink Meme

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Re: Craig/Clyde, food kink? , eating food off of skin

[(Anonymous)]

(Part 2/2)

“You’re not very good at staying still, are you?” Craig remarks as he straightens and takes his seat again.

“I—I just wasn’t expecting you to do that, that’s all,” Clyde mutters.

“Bullshit. I already did it to your first nipple, you should have been prepared,” Craig says. “You’d make a terrible naked sushi model if this were the real deal.”

“I’d be an incredible naked sushi model!” Clyde says, taking great offence.

“Then act like one.” Craig licks up a strip of sashimi from just below Clyde’s belly button.

Clyde watches his jaw work. “Can I have some?” he asks.

“Nope,” Craig says.

“You’re so mean!”

“A plate doesn’t eat the food it presents.”

“I’m not a plate! I’m a real life human being with a stomach!”

“Oh, that much is obvious,” Craig grins. He scans Clyde’s bare waist. “Did you actually go to the bother of shaving for this, or are you just naturally this twinky?”

Clyde averts his gaze, abruptly embarrassed. “I… waxed.”

“How considerate of you,” Craig says. He ducks his head and drags his tongue across Clyde’s smooth tummy, slurping another bit of sashimi into his mouth. “You moved again,” he says.

“No I didn’t!”

“Yeah, you did. I felt you tense up.”

“Well, excuse me for not being completely and utterly relaxed when you’re putting your mouth on my body!”

“Mouth on your body?” Craig raises his eyebrow. “You make this sound almost sexual, Clyde.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Clyde huffs. “You know what I meant.”

“I’m sure I do,” Craig says, looking smug.

He sucks a stray noodle off of Clyde’s thigh. Clyde feels it slide across his skin, smooth and moist, leaving a wet streak behind. It makes him hyper aware of just how many other damp patches he’s coated in. How much of it is the sushi and the sauce, and how much of it is actually Craig’s spit? The thought makes his cock throb.

Clyde bites his tongue and tries to fight off arousal. He can laugh off the semi that he’s starting to sport, but a total hard-on is going to be far more difficult to excuse.

Craig, thank fuck, does not comment on the state of things. He instead settles his elbows on the edge of the desk, takes another mouthful of noodles, and rests his cheeks in his hands as he chews.

“Getting comfortable, are you?” Clyde says. He tries to sound disdainful, but it comes out sounding almost apprehensive.

“You know, I think actual naked sushi models are meant to be silent at all times,” Craig says. Clyde opens his mouth to protest, and Craig shoots him a dark look. He growls, “You want to be good for me, don’t you, Clyde?”

Fuck. That’s done it, there’s no going back now. His cock rises upwards, sending the delicately balanced food tumbling off as it protrudes overtly into the air. Clyde Donovan officially has a full-on raging boner. And over Craig, no less. Jesus Christ.

Clyde never thought he’d admit this to himself, but there is something terribly attractive about the way he looks in that suit, all sleek and stern and business-like. And now Clyde is his business. Good lord. He shifts uncomfortably on the table, wondering if he should cut his losses and just try to make a break for it.

For some reason, Craig still doesn’t comment on the erection. He just hunches over and slurps up a piece of nigiri. It’s one of the pieces of sushi that’s been dislodged from its previous resting place on his groin, now laying right above the base of his dick. Clyde moans and squirms as he feels Craig’s hot, wet mouth clinging to him.

“Hush,” Craig says.

Clyde digs his teeth into his bottom lip as Craig slurps up the last of the noodles. He can feel Craig’s tongue scraping across him as he licks up the lingering sauce, inching closer and closer to Clyde’s desperately straining cock. Clyde lets out a whimper, gripping either side of the desk with knuckle-white intensity. At first he’d been relieved that Craig was ignoring his hard-on, but now he feels like he’s going to die from neglect.

Finally, finally, after what feels like an eon of licking and biting as Craig wolfs down more, he addresses the elephant in the room. Craig makes eye contact with Clyde for the first time since he started eating. “Is this for me to eat too?” He nods at Clyde’s dick.

Clyde’s face is on fire. “Uh—” he chokes.

Craig dips his head so that he’s just centimetres away from the tip of Clyde’s cock. “You didn’t bring desert. I guess this’ll have to do.” Clyde can feel each puff of warm breath with each spoken word, brushing across his dick.

“Ye…yeah,” Clyde breathes. “You can have it—me. Whatever.”

Craig shoots him a quick grin. “Thanks.”

Clyde might be pleasantly surprised to receive gratitude from Craig for once, but he has no time to process it, because at that moment, Craig sinks his lips down the length of Clyde’s cock.

“Ohh, fuck—” Clyde gasps. After all that teasing, the pleasure he feels is overwhelming. His back arches, desperate to be taken in deeper.

Craig makes a disapproving noise, muffled by his mouthful of cock, and puts a firm hand on either one of Clyde’s thighs, shoving him back into place. Clyde yelps, and Craig pops off him. “Whatever happened to being a good sushi model?”

“W-What?” Clyde pants.

“No movement, no noise,” Craig snaps. “Got that?”

“Yes!” he says quickly.

“Yes, what?” Craig says, a steely light glinting from the depths of his dark eyes. Clyde stares at him for a moment, and gulps. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.

“That’s better.”

Craig licks a long, wet stripe up Clyde’s dick, before gobbling it back up again. Clyde lets out a sharp cough, the remnants of a stifled groan. He screws his eyes shut, lips twisting. Unable to speak, he mouths the shape of God, oh my God, oh my fucking god. It’s a constant struggle not to allow any of it to burst into actual words.

Dizzy with pleasure, his eyelids flicker open again. His gaze drifts around the room, desperate for something to distract himself with. Everything in here is aggressively orderly and painstakingly passionless. The only thing closest to a personal touch is a few generic looking photos hung on the walls, of various landmarks that Clyde isn’t worldly enough to recognise. If he had had the headspace to reflect on all this, he might have been surprised that such a man could give such hot, messy head like this. But no, his mind is utterly blank, rendered useless. All he can do is lie there and tremble as waves of bliss roll up his body. He tilts his head to the other direction, peering hazily out the window. The city lights are still winking, one at a time. As another moan threatens to escape, he tries to focus on the world outside, tries to imagine all the people going about their humdrum lives, whatever they might be doing on a Monday night. But then Craig teases two fingers behind his balls and it’s all over.

He gives a violent gasp, convulses, and comes. Craig gulps down every last drop. When he pulls off, they’re both panting, breaths staggered out of sync.

“Fuck,” Clyde mumbles. He reaches out to Craig and begins to sit up, but Craig shoves him back down.

“Don’t,” he barks. “You’ll lose the rest of the sushi.”

“Oh.” Clyde slumps back down into place, his head spinning. Craig kicks his desk chair further back, giving himself room to move. He steps to the side, standing right next to Clyde’s head. At this angle, Clyde can finally get a good look at him. His attention is diverted away from Craig’s face, however, and entirely towards the bulge in his black suit pants.

Clyde baulks at it. Somehow, the notion that Craig might be at all aroused by any of this did not come to mind. His eyes only grow wider as Craig fumbles with his buckle, unzips his fly, and pulls himself out.

“Wow,” Clyde murmurs in his stupor, though distantly he knows he’s meant to be staying silent. Craig doesn’t scold him, just picks up Clyde’s limp arm by the wrist and brings it closer, manoeuvring his fingers so that they’re wrapped around Craig’s dick.

Clyde looks to Craig in awe, awaiting permission. Craig gives him a slight nod.

Clyde begins to pump his fist, and Craig lets out a breathy groan. “Nngh, fuck.” He tilts his pelvis forward, and obediently Clyde speeds up, gripping him firmer. Craig feels thick in his palm, hot and heavy. He looks just about good enough to eat. After working his hand along Craig’s cock for a minute or so more, Clyde raises his head a little, opening his mouth.

“Hmm?” Craig grunts. Clyde pokes his tongue out from between his lips and Craig clocks it. “Ah.” He moves up and leans further over Clyde, who eagerly takes him into his mouth. The angle is a little awkward, craning his neck to be able to do so, but he doesn’t care. What he can’t wrap his lips over, his hands see to instead, lovingly caressing him at the base.

Craig’s groans begin to grow louder, more wrecked, out of control. He thrusts shallowly into Clyde’s mouth, and he gladly takes. Drool trickles down his chin; neither of them care. Clyde gulps around Craig’s cock, trying to swallow him further in.

“Ahh—Clyde,” Craig gasps. Clyde feels him beginning to shake. “I’m gonna… gonna—” He wrenches out of Clyde’s mouth and gropes for his own cock. He tugs at it furiously, eyes screwed shut, head tipped back in total bliss. A deep moan rips from his lungs as he comes all over Clyde’s chest. Clyde gazes up at him with a soft, sleepy smile.

Craig stays in that exact position for a moment as he slowly regains control of his breath, eyelids shut, shoulders heaving, dick softening in his hand. Eventually, he opens his eyes again, and admires the mess he’s made. Slowly, he reaches out and plucks up one of the remaining pieces of sushi. Come glistens on the dark seaweed coating.

Craig looks at Clyde, a silent question. Clyde bites his bottom lip in thought, then parts his lips.

Craig places the sushi square in the centre of Clyde’s tongue.

Clyde makes a happy noise, and chews. It doesn’t taste too bad. Just like a regular piece of maki, with an extra bitter tang that lingers. Clyde looks up at Craig with a pleading expression, begging for another.

Craig obliges, dropping a second piece between his jaws. Clyde coos as he chews, and Craig smiles. He ruffles Clyde’s hair affectionately, and feeds him a third, which he dips in a stray smear of come before pressing it into Clyde’s lips. They continue like this, Craig feeding Clyde piece after piece, who hums happily after each and every bite, despite how soiled it might be.

“All done,” Craig says, after a while. “You can sit up now.”

Clyde does so, feeling pleasantly dizzy and wonderfully full. “Thanks,” he mumbles. “You’re welcome.” Craig cups Clyde’s face and kisses him. Clyde sighs into him as his eyes slide shut. He slips his tongue into Craig’s mouth, keen to get a taste. Sushi, unsurprisingly. He tastes like sushi. They both do. When they part, Clyde’s lips are tingling.

“So,” Craig says, his eyes twinkling. “I guess this means I won the prank war, right?”

Clyde blinks at him, then scowls. “You fucker.”

Craig’s laughter is loud enough to be heard from down the hall.

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(I hope you enjoyed! I'll also be posting this on AO3 for day one of Craig Week on the 28th of May ^-^ In the mean time you can check out my other fics here - https://archiveofourown.org/users/FayOfTheForest :)