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“I really can't remember getting this tattoo, Butthead. It looks cool though, right?” Beavis asks while moving the feeble muscles in his little pecs and awkwardly flexing his skinny, flabby body around the living room, a certain look of pride on his face.
Butthead takes another drag from his cigarette as he watches from across the room, sitting on his own side of the couch.
“Uhuh, looks cool alright” he says, “Turn around again, i wanna see it better”.
“Oh, uhh, ok meheh”.
Beavis does another spin and smiles with confidence, suddenly his sickly and weak physique doesn't seem to make him self conscious or embarrassed anymore…butthead likes that.
“Mhh, very nice” the brunette comments, taking it all in, eyes traveling up and down as he observes him carefully.
“Y-You think so? That's great, Butthead!” the blonde exclaims, “Well i can't wait to take a walk outside and show it to everyone then!”.
Beavis walks straight towards the door and nearly puts his hand on the knob before he's suddenly stopped by a much larger and taller shadow towering behind him, a strong hand now holding the door shut and stopping him from opening it.
He slowly turns around and sees Butthead standing right behind him, God knows how he managed to reach him so fast considering the pace he usually drags himself with.
“Uhhh, Butthead? You're uh, kinda holding the door closed”.
“I know”.
“Well uh…could you move, please? I need to open it to go outside”.
“Mhhh no, i don't think i will”.
Beavis furrows his brows, he's about to open his mouth to question him but Butthead quickly precedes him, suddenly grabbing him by the hips and bringing him closer before pressing their lips together into a swift kiss.
The blonde doesn't mind it, if anything he's just surprised by it. He instinctively grabs the larger man by his wide shoulders and kisses him back, laughing in confusion once the other finally pulls away.
“Mehehe, what was that for?” his cheeks glowing red.
“That was because i love you, asswipe” Butthead says, “And this one is because i wanna score with you very bad right now”.
And with that Butthead suddenly grabs Beavis and lifts him off the ground like he's nothing more than a rag doll, hoisting him up on his shoulder and keeping a firm hand on his ass.
“WOAH!” the blonde exclaims, now giggling enthusiastically, “Mehehehe, well ok then!”.
“Forget the walk outside, Beavis” the brunette says, “You're coming with me right this instant”.
Beavis can't stop giggling like a blushing schoolgirl as he gets carried to their bedroom, legs in the air and head hanging low.
He loves it when Butthead lifts him up, he's always been the strongest of the two, even when they were teenagers he was always the one to carry him on his shoulders when they had to sneak into concerts or spy on a girl changing from her window.
Butthead kicks the door open as he walks into the room, unceremoniously throwing Beavis onto their mattress before joining him, the bedsprings creaking and bending under his weight.
Beavis can't believe how quickly it took for him to already grow so red and sweaty, his breath short and his knees trembling, his glasses already fogging up. He's so turned on already and they haven't even done anything yet.
“C’mere” Butthead purrs in that low tone that always drives him crazy, his large hands nearly engulfing his whole body as they wrap around his skinny thighs and spread them open.
Beavis can't even find the words to reply, all he keeps babbling is just “Yes” and “Oh yeah”.
“You really have no idea of what you did to me, do you?” the brunette asks, undoing Beavis’ worn-out belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
“I…I-I don't, Butthead” the other nearly moans, “I really don't”.
“It's ‘Sir’ to you right now”.
“I-I’m sorry” Beavis stutters, “I meant sir! I don't know what i did, Sir”.
God he's so turned on.
Butthead lets him go for a second, his large hand engulfing his much smaller one as he grabs him by the wrist and guides his palm to press right against the erection tenting in his own pants.
“Stop acting so innocent” Butthead growls, “You and your whorish body, moving around the house and putting on a show like you weren't trying to seduce me or something”.
Beavis audibly moans at that, fingers gently squeezing at the other man's erection through the fabric of his pants now, “I-I’m…I'm so sorry sir, i didn't mean-”.
“Quiet” the other man orders, grabbing him once again and pinning him to the dirty mattress, both wrists held in place by one hand, the other roughly tugging down his jeans.
Butthead is on top of him like a lion, lips latching onto his neck and biting mercilessly.
“OH YES!” Beavis cries, “F-Fuck yeah! Yes yes yes yes yes yes please, more, PLEASE-!”.
Butthead pulls away for a second, “Uhhh, shut up, Beavis, you're ruining it” he says with his old monotone voice again, “I'm like, getting distracted by your screaming here”.
Beavis laughs, “Oooooh yeah yeah, sorry mhehehe” he readjusts his glasses over his nose, “Please continue”.
Butthead goes back to what he was doing, back into his dominating and possessive act.
He sucks his way down his neck and finally finds a nipple, torturing it with teeth and tongue before sucking it gently.
Beavis is seeing stars by now, trying to keep his voice down but miserably failing in the process, high-pitched whines and cries repeatedly escaping his throat, eyes rolled back in his skull.
The skin is still so tender from the tattoo but he doesn't mind, deep down he actually likes it when it hurts, the burn from the pain makes his skin sting so good.
Butthead soon moves his head lower and lower, dragging his rough stubble across his boney sternum and down the underside of his low hanging tummy. It tickles and Beavis can't hold back his nervous laughter once the other man reaches beneath his boxers.
The brunette is gluttonous even in bed, his lips wrapping instantly around the tip of his cock and nearly swallowing it whole at first try.
It makes Beavis' head spin and his breath run heavy, his chest begins to heave and his wrists shake in Butthead’s grasp.
“Mmmhhhhhh fuck sir, please-” he whines, “Please-!”.
Butthead enjoys the sound of him begging, so desperate and frail underneath him, body quivering with pleasure.
Thankfully his cock is much smaller than his and he can easily deepthroat it with little to no struggle at all. He bobs his head for a while, nearly sucking the soul out of him before eventually pulling off and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
“Butthe-...i-i mean sir, what's wrong?” Beavis gasps, “Why did you stop?”.
Butthead doesn't reply, instead he grunts and suddenly grabs Beavis by the hips before roughly flipping him over, one hand tugging his blonde hair and maneuvering him to stand on all fours on the bed.
“Stay still” he then orders, emphasizing his order by giving a strong, stinging slap to his ass cheek.
Needless to say, Beavis melts with a languid moan at that.
He rests his head down onto the mattress and raises his hips higher, presenting himself almost like a bitch in heat, swinging his hips from side to side obediently.
“That's better” Butthead comments before leaning down and grabbing his ass with both hands, his palms so big compared to him he nearly splits him in half as he spreads his cheeks open.
One thing he loves about Beavis is that, despite being flat, flabby and with nonexistent curves, at least he's almost completely hairless…unlike himself.
His skin is pale, almost sickly yellow, and the few blonde curls he has over his body are only sparsely laid over his chest, stomach and balls.
He crassly spits over his puckered hole before launching forward and licking a wet, long stripe across it.
“Agh-! Ahhhhhhhhfuuuuck-” the feeling nearly shuts down Beavis' brain entirely, jaw falling slack and eyes rolling back. He's basically gone at this point, melted over the mattress almost like butter in a pan.
It's rare that Butthead would completely ignore his own needs to make him feel good and pleasure him instead, let alone do something as forward and courteous as eating him out…
He must've really been into it today.
“Oh so you like that, uh?” Butthead grins, spanking him again and making him whine pathetically before resuming his work with his skilled tongue, breaching through the tender ring of muscles to fuck his insides with his tongue while sucking on the outer rim with his lips.
He makes obscene noises, filthy and depraved and wonderful and Beavis nearly cums right then and there. “S-Sir, sir wait please-!” he gasps, “I'm so close, please! I'm gonna cum!”.
“Oh no you're not” the brunette hums, spanking him one last time before replacing his tongue with two thick fingers instead.
He moves his hand fast, wrist twisting with every thrust, digits pushing deeper and deeper and scissoring him open.
Beavis knows that Butthead is merely preparing him for what's about to come next, and yet he still finds it hard to concentrate to avoid coming too fast. He can't afford to finish right in the middle of getting prepped, this was just about to get good, can't ruin everything now!
“Mhahh! Sir, please, fuck me” he asks desperately, “I need you inside me right now, please! I can't-...can't any longer, please!”.
Butthead grins, fingers pushing all the way deep to the knuckle inside him one last time and making him cry before finally slipping out with an obscene pop.
“Alright you little slut, if you think you're so ready then why don't you show me?”.
With that he suddenly grabs Beavis by the hips and once again manhandles him the way he likes best, laying down on the bed and dragging him along to sit on his lap like a toy.
He's got both hands on each thigh, squeezing and grabbing and unabashedly spreading his tiny ass apart.
“You better start riding now ‘cuz i have no intention of doing all the hard work” Butthead adds with a lazy huff, “I've done enough already”.
Beavis doesn't need to be told twice, he whines as he reaches behind his back and tugs Butthead out of his pants, fat cock springing out and slapping against his back.
“Mhh fuck-” he mewls, wrapping a fist around the thick shaft and awkwardly positioning the throbbing tip against his entrance.
He's big, very big, and every time he needs to take him he cannot avoid the impending sense of anxiety looming over him.
Once he's positioned right, Beavis slowly bends his legs and sits down on it, gasping and whining while gradually getting stuffed full.
“F-Fuck sir, you're so big” he whimpers, both hands now coming up to rest over the other man's large stomach for leverage, fingers digging into pudgy flesh and squeezing.
He loves how large and hairy he is, he loves how manly and masculine his body looks compared to his own; deep down he loves it in a degrading way, he likes how it makes him feel so much smaller and weaker in comparison, he almost feels like a girl…like a whore.
Once his ass finally hits the other man's thick thighs Beavis' eyes grow wide and his jaw instantly falls open into a silent moan. He's deep, he's so incredibly deep.
Beavis swears he could almost feel him hitting his guts, penetrating his organs and leaving now room to even breathe.
“Mhhhhhhhhfuuuuuck-” he groans, circling his hips to stir his insides up with his cock.
“Damn it Beavis, are you going to move any time soon?” Butthead breaks character again, voice now rather annoyed, “I always gotta do everything around here”.
Butthead then grabs Beavis’ waist with both hands and brutally lifts him up before slamming him back down onto his cock, the other nearly screaming at that.
“That's what you get for being too slow” the bigger man adds, now cruelly squeezing Beavis' waist before suddenly starting to bounce him on his cock, like nothing more than a fleshlight, a mere toy built for his own pleasure.
“Ah fu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ck!” the air gets fucked right out of Beavis' lungs as he gets slammed up and down, his pace too rough, too brutal…
God, how he loves it.
“Yeah? You like that?” Butthead grins, his own hips now thrusting upwards in sync with each time Beavis gets slammed down, the clap of his balls against his ass purely obscene and pornographic.
The bigger man smirks, a vicious thought now crossing his mind: he brings one hand upward and cruelly pinches one of the blonde's nipples while he rides him, instantly making him scream.
“AHH! Y-Y-Yeah! Yes sir, i love it sir, i love it so much!” the blonde cries languidly, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”.
At one point even his glasses accidentally get knocked off his face from his enthusiastic bouncing, but he doesn't care, he squints his eyes and keeps the tempo going.
“You dirty slut” Butthead all but hisses in return, spanking him again and this time leaving a red, stinging handprint on his left cheek; good, he wants it to sting, to hurt, to stay embedded into his skin for weeks. “You can't even see anymore and yet still prefer to bounce on some cock instead uhhuhhuhh”.
“AGHH Butthead will you just shut up and fuck me senseless with your fat cock, damn it!” Beavis barks out as he finally breaks character this time, his poor little cock also hard and desperate for attention as it throbs pathetically between his skinny thighs, precum leaking from the slit like a faucet.
He's so desperate to cum at this point, Butthead thinks he's probably tortured him enough by denying him an orgasm and stopping him right on the edge before.
In any other circumstance he probably would've playfully slapped him for talking to him with that tone…but today he refrained from doing so. He's just lucky that he's so cute and small and pathetic and hard to say ‘no’ to.
“Oh you're really gonna get it this time, you whore” the brunette stops bouncing Beavis on his cock to roll over the mattress and switch their positions instead. Beavis moans at the sudden weight of the other man on top of him, it's comforting in a way, to feel his warm flesh on his, pressing against his chest and making his legs quiver.
Butthead goes back to thrusting inside him, his movements faster and choppier this time, less coordinated and gentle.
He's all over him: beneath, above, inside.
He can't see much without his glasses but he can definitely recognize his lips when they press once again against his own into a much more obscene kiss, all teeth and tongue.
The kiss is wet and loud, with audible smacks and choked-off moans in between.
It's driving Beavis wild.
“Agh-! I'm so close, I'm so fucking close!” he cries as he wraps both arms around Butthead’s neck and whines in his ear, “Sir I'm gonna cum, I'm sorry, I'm- I can't-!”.
Butthead can't find the voice to talk back, all that movement and thrusting left him out of breath; he knows he's out of shape and that's why he never stays on top for too long, but he keeps going nonetheless, keeps swinging his hips faster and faster, just to drive Beavis over the edge, just to please him.
“Fuck-” he then suddenly wheezes, squeezing Beavis so impossibly tight to the point of nearly cutting his circulation; his hips come to a violent, alarming alt and he immediately cums inside him, probably sooner than he intended.
But it's ok, because the feeling of warm cum shooting inside him finally pushes Beavis to the limit as well.
“Sir-! B-Butthead-! I'm gonna- Aaaaghhh-!” The blonde melts with a languid wail muffled in his shoulder and squeezes his large frame even tighter as he reaches orgasm and joins him in his bliss, eyes rolling in the back of his skull and legs quivering.
He sounds like a hurt dog when he cums…and Butthead sounds like a hog…
But perhaps that's what makes it so hot after all: the comfort and safety they find in being themselves with each other, of not having to pretend to be cooler or be someone they're not in bed, to just be…them.
“Oh….jesus….fuck” Butthead groans against Beavis’ hair before rubbing his nose in it, his curls smelling like cheap vape smoke and vanilla baby wipes.
Beavis is still in the process of catching his breath, lungs probably too compressed under Butthead's full weight for him to even be able to let a noise out, but he doesn't mind, it doesn't hurt. Instead he tenderly pets Butthead’s hair as the other rests his sweaty face against his shoulder, lazily sucking a hickey on his neck.
He's all red and clammy, his large frame still heaving as he gathers air and strength to get back up, Beavis likes to run his hands across his humid skin in the meantime, feel the hairs on his back under his palms, trace his round curves and stretch marks with his fingertips.
“Take…take your time, meheh” Beavis then wheezes, playfully tapping his shoulder almost like a wrestling opponent giving up on his first round.
“Uhhuhh, oh yeah” Butthead finally gets off of him and lazily rolls to the side instead, bed bouncing from the weight shifting.
They don't say much for a bit, but it's ok, the silence isn't awkward or uncomfortable…it's sweet. They know they're not teenagers anymore, and their stamina after sex isn't the same as the one they used to have twenty years ago.
“That was amazing” Beavis finally comments once he catches enough breath to speak again.
“Uhuh, you're amazing” Butthead says, the compliment catching him off guard and making him blush profusely.
“Uhm, thanks, you were, like, very hot”.
“Of course i was”.
Yep, same old Butthead as always.
“So uh, meheh, what made you so horny anyway?” the blonde asks at last, “It's not every day that we score like this, y'know? Meheh”.
“Isn't it obvious?” Butthead turns to the side to look at the smaller man and traces a lazy finger over his smooth chest, “Your tattoo…it's like…hot or something”.
“Ooooh yeah yeah” Beavis laughs, “Chick magnet, yes, i knew it would work”.
“Yeah but don't push it, at the end of the day you're still MY property, butthole” the brunette smirks, “From now on, whoever looks too much at you is gonna have to deal with me”.
Beavis loves it when he's possessive and jealous, it makes him feel desired and wanted, it makes him feel special in a way only he knows how to do.
“We should probably clean up soon, I'm still leaking because of you” Beavis giggles, looking down at himself and seeing how much of a mess he truly is right now.
“Patience Beavis, I'm like…enjoying the afterglow? Uhhuhh” Butthead slips one arm under the blonde and suddenly drags him closer, engulfing him in a warm and humid bear hug, “Let me cuddle you a little bit first, dumbass”.
Beavis' heart is beating so fast, it's rare to find moments in which Butthead will not be ashamed of showing his emotions to him, but those few times when he actually does are the best in the world.
“Eheh, I love you Butthead” he murmurs, already on the verge of falling asleep on his wide chest.
“I love you more” the brunette hums back, eyes fighting to stay open as well.
They'll probably end up snoring for a few hours, completely forgetting about all their daily responsibilities and having to clean up and everything…
But they don't mind, if it were for them they would spend the rest of their lives just like this.