"Ugh!" Scrawny fingers pulled through soft red curls in frustration as the elf king sat down in his tent. The stick had disappeared once again, and once again, Cartman denied being the one to have taken it, but Kyle knew better.

Even while playing harmless games, the fat male drove Kyle to insanity with no end in sight. He didn't play fair and the redhead was up to the surface with it.

"Are you alright, my lord?" Stan Marsh's voice was heard, staying in character for the time being as he entered the tent cautiously. "You stormed out of our meeting room so suddenly."

"I'm fine. It's just that... wizard fatass hammering candle sticks into my ear again." The other male responded, crossing his legs and his arms as he leaned back in his 'throne.'

"Do not worry, we will defeat him with time," the black haired boy offered him a fond and honest smile, causing Kyle to blush and return the gesture.

"Thank you, my knight. Though I do wish that time would go quicker."

Brushing his long hair back, Stan's eyes averted to the side before he simpered. "Would you like me to help you forget?"

Kyle didn't need to ask what Stan meant, he knew exactly what he was getting at. It started as a joke, but then became a hobby, then an official, traditional practice between the two boys.

"Gods, yes," Kyle breathed, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture, giving Stan the green light to help him forget.

Taking it, Stan made his way over to Kyle and forcefully smashed their lips together, after leaning down to be at face level with his king. Kyle immediately began to tremble and placed his hands on Stan's shoulders, who in return snaked his own hands down the redhead's hips before tugging at his pants.

Squirming in his chair to help Stan remove the offending clothing, his pants were peeled off until they pooled at his ankles. Kyle always felt self conscious after being exposed so improperly, but Stan was so loving it became easier every time.

The knight sat on his knees between his bare legs and kissed at Kyle's thighs first in an attempt to calm him down. It seemed to work as Kyle's quivers melted into heavy breathing, eyes flickering in an anticipation. He bit his lip when the other male made no further movements.

"Stan, please."

Closing his eyes and nodding, Stan answered. "Yes my lord." He whispered before taking the head of Kyle's erection into his warm mouth.

Already gasping enticingly, Kyle tilted his head back as he gripped the seats of his makeshift throne. He had ignored his morning wood that day in hopes Stan would offer to do just so for him, and he found it paid off as it didn't take long to get him worked up.

Stan always drove him crazy by starting off by sucking the head only until he decided to press further. Running his tongue around the slit, he felt Kyle grip his hair and attempt to push him down. Stan allowed this, he was supposed to be serving, after all. After several minutes Stan didn't even need to move his headー Kyle had a tight grip on his hair and was bucking into his warm mouth, letting out erotic moans with a fully flushed face.

Grinning with his mouth full, Stan inhaled his hardest. He knew his king well enough to tell he was getting close and bobbed his head in time with his thrusts, causing Kyle to cry out and spill his seed down his throat.

Swallowing expertly and wiping the bit he missed off his chin with the back of his wrist, Stan leaned up to place one more loving kiss on Kyle's lips.

"Better?"

Kyle smiled. "Better."