Posts tagged spontaneous collab
Posts tagged spontaneous collab
Haru… you are making the path to this threesome a difficult one…
Not impossible. Just difficult.
hahaha, god, look how sassy he looks in the second gif. I love it. I wish there was more sassy Haru.
Haru would be defiant until the very end. Right up until he felt Kisumi’s warm breath tickling his ear, causing him to have an unwanted shiver run down his spine… right up until he could feel his head fall back (involuntarily, of course) onto Kisumi’s shoulder, while the strawberry haired man placed soft kisses onto his exposed neck. Right up until he could see Makoto’s beautiful green eyes, darkening with a hazy lust as he watched…
Um, I mean, what? I’m sorry, I think I just blacked out for a second… Oh, um, HAHA, SASSY HARU, YEAH.
"Haru~" The haze was in Makoto’s voice, too; his very breath was thickened with it as he breathed in the wake of Haru’s name. Even from that far away—too far to actually touch—Haru could feel Makoto’s gaze, heard the thickness in his own breath as he sighed and sank back into Kisumi’s caresses.
Even with eyes going dark and bright like that, Makoto was still Makoto, though: “Haru, are you really okay with this?”
Haru could only nod.
"Will you show me, then?" Makoto’s voice was low, as steady as his gaze. "Will you kiss him?"
Haru held the gaze a moment longer, then turned his head to touch Kisumi’s mouth with his own; turned his whole body as they kissed, arching against him as Kisumi’s arms came around him, his own going over Kisumi’s shoulders as he let himself be pulled in closer, pressed into the pull.
When the kiss ended, Haru moved only his head, turning just enough to see Makoto:
The hint of a smile curved Makoto’s mouth.
He was only a few steps away, just out of reach; and then Makoto and his bright, dark eyes and his smiling mouth were there; and Haru could feel the brightness and the darkness, felt the haze-thickened breath, took it inside himself as Makoto kissed him in Kisumi’s arms.
Blame the Soumakorins //w// [textless version]
It’s okay, Rin. They’ll be gentle with you when the time comes.
They’re planning the frick frack senpai y/y?
Yes and yes, precious kouhai. They have A Definite Plan, which I think involves something like slowly seducing Rin so that he doesn’t realize it’s happening (it’s already happening, Rin!) until it’s too late…
And then, when he’s fully aware of it and can’t get out of it (unless he says no; but he’s not going to even think of saying no, and they know that)—when he’s so far gone and they’re going gone with him, they’re going to be so sweet with him, and the shock of that sweetness just shatters all remaining defenses.
rurittowhisperinthecrowdsee what happens when you give me even the tiniest bit of encouragementi bet you thought that was going the other way thoughbut i really like the idea of a rin overwhelmed by the sweetness of these two gentle giantsmiaou stop talkingfree!free! eternal summer
*encourages more* We need this senpai!
With these three I swing from really hot frick fracking to “oh god you’re all dorks stop with the nauseating cuteness”
Like Rin is Rin the silly bby has “issues” and Mako and Sou know this, understand this so of course they kinda have to sneaky with this or Rin will be Rin and run from it.
At first it’s just normal interactions. It’ll be a really slow seduction for Rin cause at first it feels normal but then have Sousuke and Mako always been so touchy with him? What’s with the sudden arms around his waist and shoulders recently? Arent the two hanging out together a lot lately?
And the next thing Rin knows theyre doing homework on his bunk and Sousuke’s on his lap being a huge lazy cat while he’s sitting with Mako spooning him from behind asking him questions about their english homework
Yes, that’s exactly how it happens! And so then this one time, Rin is sitting on the floor with Sousuke sprawled out, which is nothing new (and something ticks at the back of Rin’s mind: when did such a thing become “nothing new”?). Only this time instead of his leg stretched across Rin’s lap, it’s his head resting in it. Makoto is on the lower bunk, because somehow he’s always there whenever he comes over (tick: when did Makoto start spending all his time here?; tick: when did it become normal for Makoto to spend all his time in Rin’s bed?), his hand kind of brushing against the back of Rin’s head now and then; his fingers sliding through Rin’s hair, fingertips massaging Rin’s scalp and he angles his head so Makoto will get just that spot there, behind his ear, and (tick: when did he close his eyes?; tick: what is that sound—is it coming from him?!) he opens his eyes:
He looks down and Sousuke is looking up at him; he turns his head and Makoto is there, right there, too close to see properly, just close enough for:
Sousuke’s fingers lace with his, bringing his hand to rest on Sousuke’s chest as he and Makoto kiss.
"What…" Rin says when they part and Makoto has shifted back far enough to see.
Makoto’s gaze is soft, steady even as he blinks. “Sorry, Rin. Did you want it to be Sousuke to kiss you first?”
Unable to think words to that, let alone say anything, Rin’s hand curls in on itself—no, there’s something between his hand and itself, and that something is Sousuke’s hand, which Rin is now clinging onto almost desperately.
He looks down at his hand in Sousuke’s.
Sousuke has big hands.
Rin tries to snap himself away from that thought but when he does, he winds up looking into Makoto’s smile again. “It’s okay, Rin,” Makoto says, and when did his voice get all low and smooth like that? His smile is smooth too, not like stylized fabricated too-cool-for-you smooth; like something so easy, you slide along it without even realizing—or at least Rin does. He doesn’t know he’s smiling himself until he sees Makoto’s smile get, somehow, even sweeter; like the sweetest, purest water. “It’s okay,” Makoto says with his sweet mouth. “I bet Sousuke will kiss you now, if you want.”
The weight in his lap disappears as Sousuke sits up, their hands sliding free; and then Sousuke’s hands, those big huge hands are on his face and Sousuke’s mouth is on his, and it’s not sweet the way Makoto’s is sweet; it’s a darker kind of sweet…
But oh, Sousuke’s kiss is sweet.
jfc reading that shouldn’t be as hot as it was but now i cant stop grinning because of how gentle they would be with Rin
After that kissing becomes another usual thing for them. Makoto will arrive at their dorm to do homework every Fridays, and will greet Sousuke with a kiss and usually Rin will be left there staring and feeling the blush rise to his cheeks cause the two really get into it, and at first it’s weird because don’t they know Rin is there, watching? But then Mako turns to him and has that gentle smile and apologizes and Rin is just confused why he’s apologizing.
And he’ll step closer to Rin, and give him the chastest, sweetest kiss. It’s nothing more than touching of lips and when it’s over he always always always kisses along Rin’s jaw right below his ear which makes Rin squeak.
Then Sousuke takes up the space Mako was in before, and his kisses are just as chaste and sweet but he can be rougher with Rin, once in a while biting at his lip and then always pulling away and grinning.
But always when they’re kissing hand holding is a thing. At first it’s to hold Rin there, rubbing their thumb against the back of his hand or his wrist to calm and comfort him, but then even when it’s Rin initiating the kiss holding hands seem to have stuck cause apparently it’s a thing in their relationship now.
anyway sorry for babbling RIP senpai’s comment and writing has killed me bye
Wait, just a little more! A flashforward glimpse, if you will:
In the middle of their first time, Rin suddenly starts to cry. He didn’t know he was going to; he felt a surge of something overwhelming and thought maybe he was going to come—but no, he’s crying.
He’s not sobbing or anything but there are definitely tears spilling down his face. He can’t stop so he puts his arm across his eyes even as he feels the loss of Makoto’s mouth on his cock; he doesn’t move it even when Makoto says his name.
Sousuke has stopped moving but he’s still inside Rin and, with his free hand, Rin reaches down, cupping his thigh to hold him there.
Someone—Makoto, it has to be—touches the arm over his face without trying to move it. And then Makoto’s voice, soft and so calm (and when did Makoto become so calm? Is it Sousuke’s influence; does he make Makoto calm?) “Rin, are you all right?”
Rin nods, his arm over his face, Makoto touching him, Sousuke still inside him. “I just didn’t know it was going to be like this.”
"Do you need us to stop?" Makoto says; and Sousuke says, "Like what?"
Rin shakes his head, hopes they know that’s for Makoto’s question. For Sousuke’s, he searches for the words, searches for one better than the only one he can think of—but it is the only one that comes to him, so he says, helplessly, “Sweet.”
"Is it too sweet?" Makoto sounds genuinely concerned, but still calm. "Rin doesn’t like things that are too sweet," he adds, and Rin isn’t sure if he’s telling Sousuke, though he must know that Sousuke already knows that, or talking to himself.
"No." He swallows. It’s completely and utterly overwhelming, but it’s not too much. He doesn’t know how to tell them that. He tries to go on anyhow; only swallows again.
They’re waiting for him, Makoto’s hand on his face now, smoothing back the hair from his brow, Sousuke still inside him.
"I thought," Rin says, arm over his face even though the tears have stopped. "I thought… you’re both big guys, bigger than me…" His next breath comes out, thick, empty of words.
"Is that what you want, Rin?" It feels like Makoto isn’t done so Rin doesn’t try to say anything into the pause. Sure enough, Makoto goes on after an audible breath, "Something a little more raw, maybe?"
"Rough edges," Sousuke adds, and even though he doesn’t inflect Rin feels the question.
"Yeah," Rin says, dropping his arm at last. "Something like that."
"You can have that," Sousuke says; a slow grin curves along his mouth. "We can do that, too."
"How does Makoto feel about it?" Rin says, looking right at him and seeing how Makoto’s mouth hasn’t curved yet. His gaze slides up to Makoto’s eyes, stuttering on a brightness he sees there, that same brightness steadying him as he keeps looking.
It’s Sousuke who says, as if he’s read Rin’s mind, “Makoto can’t smile right now. He’s a little too excited.”
A raw sweetness colors Makoto’s face then, that same sweetness curving his mouth into a smile as he drops the gaze. Sousuke leans forward for him, pushing deeper into Rin, and as Sousuke tilts Makoto’s face to him for a kiss, Rin wraps his legs around Sousuke’s waist, and they keep going; going and going, sweet for now; going sweet with a promise of rough and raw to come; going and going, until they come.
[And now senpai is done too…]
SENPAI, SENPAI WE WERE GOING FOR SWEET AND ADORABLE AND SFW IM AT WORK SENPAI OMG
They always start off sweet and gently and Rin can barely handle it cause it always feels like they’re doing it for him. They probably are. Not wanting to hurt him or scare him as they touch and kiss and open him up for them.
But eventually it turns rougher and raw and desperate.
It always happens when Rin’s almost at his limit, sometimes even past it, whimpering cause they’re too gentle, exhausted and at the mercy of their touches. Sweet things arent his favorite and too much is always hard for him too handle but apparently that’s always been their plan from tthe start.
Suffocate him with the gently and the sweet til he cant stand it and gives in
Their touches turn less gentle and Rin knows there’ll be bruises. Because the two, much to his surprise, love marking him.And Sousuke will get that grin and Mako that glint in his eye and then they give RIn what he wants.
and the morning afters he’ll barely be able to move and it’s back to sweet and gently but he’ll still be feeling the bruises their grips left
(I have nothing to add, except a few edits to my part, ah ha ha. Mostly I just want the whole thing on my blog. :D)
I bet you didn’t know someone could love you this much
Not sure why but I’m imagining Sousuke’s words (because those are definitely his words) and the art that goes with them come early on in the emotional side of a relationship that began physically…
Sometimes, Sousuke thinks, being with Makoto is a challenge. Not because he’s difficult or unpleasant in any way; it’s the opposite, really. But if you try to tell him that, all you get back is a smile and blush—or at least that’s all Sousuke gets back.
He’s not looking for Makoto to say, “I love you.” Not yet, anyhow; not until he truly means it. (If you’d told Sousuke he’d be the one to fall first, he’d have laughed; but he’s not sorry it happened.)
No, what he wants is for Makoto to know how much Sousuke means it when he says it. He wants Makoto to believe his words; to understand and accept just how much he is loved.
So he says the words when he thinks Makoto will hear them. And on nights when that’s impossible for Makoto, like this one, Sousuke paints the words onto Makoto’s skin with his lips and tongue.
drawing is going terrible lately terrible
so i thought if i try to draw digitally it will work….it’s a failure but at least it’s something
Some days Clyde felt like he could save the world.
Okay, maybe not the world—but part of it. The part with Bebe and Kevin and Kenny and Craig and Tweek. Even if Tweek was already a zombie.
Yeah, on the good days Clyde felt like they could hold onto everything they still had, each other and everything that mattered, and it was all going to come out okay in the end.
Well, other days Clyde did not feel like that so much.
Comic collab! drawings by me and words by Miaou ♥
So a couple of weeks ago, kels asked if I’d be interested in coming up with a script for a little Haru+Makoto comic. Of course I said yes!
There’s so much I love about how this came out. The panel I want to mention in particular is Haru imagining the ocean’s fist reaching for the sun. I knew it was weird when I wrote it but I guess I was thinking of the way Haru reaches for the water’s hand in the pool, and so this seemed like something he might think of?
Anyhow, I love the way it looks here; even better than how I had imagined it myself. kels did an amazing job with it and even gave Haru a smile as he looks on the ocean there, which is just too perfect. ♥
Sorry for the ramble, and please enjoy!
[Thanks for inviting me to work on this with you, kels! :D]
Well, I can pretty much guarantee this is not what the artist had in mind, but let me tell you what I think is happening here.
See, Clyde has been feeling kind of down because his best friend and his girlfriend don’t get along. He doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t want it to be like that; he wants them to all be friends, or at least be able to hang out together. He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, though.
Not until they coax it out of him. That’s the weird part, the thing Clyde didn’t see coming at all: they confronted him together. Said they knew something was wrong and they were worried because he wasn’t saying anything, so it must be something so bad he didn’t think he could tell them. And they want him to be able to tell them anything and everything.
Clyde kind of can’t stop smiling when he tells them. He knows how dumb that must look to them, his dumb smile when he’s telling them about his fears, but the thing is that they came to him about this together—they actually hooked up to care about him. “Sorry,” he says, still smiling. “I know I’m being dumb.” Because he does know it now.
"I guess I don’t have to tell you how dumb you are, then," Craig says, at the same time that Bebe says, "You’re not dumb."
Clyde just really kind of loves them both so much he doesn’t have words. So he doesn’t try to use any and neither do they. They go out, just to walk around, and when Craig winds up giving Bebe a piggyback ride, the smiles on their faces tell Clyde everything he needs to know, and he hopes his smile tells them the same.
my ultimate goal in life is to make everyone feel uncomfortably attracted to Clyde
Welp. Arvy deleted the original post so I don’t know if I should be reblogging this, but I did happen to have it (along with half a dozen others) in my drafts, awaiting the day I would ficbit it…
And this is that day.
ETA: the original post has not been deleted! Somehow the URL got jacked up in my saved draft. Anyhow, this is still that day. ;p
The Moment Just Before Everything & Other Stories:
Waking Up (Feel It In My Bones)
Craig/Clyde, mild sexual content
It’s the first day of school and Clyde shows up like this, showing off the growth spurt he got over the summer (which he’d spent out of town with his sister and her family, so no one’s seen him until now, not even his best friend) and the new confidence that came with it. “How d’ya like me now?”
He doesn’t actually say that, of course. He just stands there like this and Craig hears the words in his head. Craig doesn’t answer aloud and he makes himself look away before Clyde can see his response, because he has this weird yet unshakable feeling that Clyde can see right through him now. So it’s only in his head that Craig says, “I like you, Clyde. I like you a lot.”
When he casts a sidelong glance in Clyde’s direction, it turns out not to be as furtive as Craig had hoped, and the hot jolt that shoots through him when their gazes connect make Craig absolutely certain that, despite all precautions, Clyde knows…
i don’t know what im doing anymore
I can’t help thinking these pictures are connected to the one Arvy posted yesterday, where Clyde is all riled up at Craig.
Here, in the panel on the left, Tweek sees Clyde on a date with a certain unbelievable someone and, all excited, rushes off to tell Craig about it.
But Craig doesn’t have anything like the reaction Tweek is expecting. He starts questioning Craig about his mild non-response and, when Craig cracks a smug little grin, Tweek realizes he knew about it already (that stolen knowledge is the reason Clyde is so furious with Craig in yesterday’s picture)—which gets Tweek even more fired up: “How could you keep this a secret? Why didn’t you tell me, man?" Because they are boyfriends now and Tweek thought Craig wouldn’t have Clyde-secrets any more.
But Craig gives him a cuddle [not pictured] and tells Tweek it should actually make him happy, because it means Craig will keep Tweek-secrets from Clyde—it means Craig is trustworthy.
This is pleasing to Tweek, and he and Craig go on a date of their own [also not pictured]. And some time later, they go on a double date with Clyde and his special someone [also not pictured, part II]. And Tweek doesn’t mind the secret smiles Craig has with Clyde, because Tweek has his own with Craig—and now with Clyde, and with Clyde’s special someone, too.
Thank you and good night.
a picture i drew for Miaou <3
Clyde doesn’t say anything when he gets home, and the glimpse Craig gets of his face before Clyde turns to lean on the wall one-handed as he toes off his shoes prevents Craig from saying anything, either. They didn’t make eye contact and Craig is pretty sure Clyde hasn’t seen him yet. He has a feeling Clyde isn’t in a mood to see anyone just yet. The only way out of this room, though, is through the hallway Clyde is standing in—ah, but there’s the window. Craig glances at it, debating whether it will open without a sound, whether he can be quick and quiet enough.
more sick people. im not really sure about this one i think maybe ive reached the crazy limit.
clyde you idiot you look bloody ridiculous like some sort of tortoise hunchback disney witch
[Welp. When I tried to post this ficbit, I got a “post doesn’t exist” message from tumblr. Then I discovered a couple of people I follow had managed to reblog it before deletion, so I asked Arvy just how much she really hates the picture:
Arvy: “its okay i don’t hate it you can reblog it *falls over*”
So here you go.]
"You look like…" Kevin trailed off. It was hard to say exactly what Clyde looked like, but the look definitely demanded commentary, even if it took Kevin’s last, dying breath. He inhaled shallowly, hoping not to trigger his cough with anything so aggressive and offensive to it as air.
"You look," he tried again, but where the cough had let him get away with breathing, it wasn’t so forgiving of words this time. He fell back on his bed as the hacking racked his body.
When he looked up, he saw Clyde leaning down a little, his head cocked in what Kevin thought might be anticipation. Still lying down, Kevin looked up into his face. “You look like some sort of tortoise hunchback Disney witch.” As Clyde considered this without comment, Kevin couldn’t help asking, “Why are you wearing sunglasses?”
"They’re my sick people glasses, Kevin," Clyde said in all seriousness.
They looked at each other awhile.
And a little while more.
"I like them," Kevin finally said.
Clyde smiled, like, I know you do. “You can wear them when you get better,” he said.
"Something to shoot for," Clyde said. "I know you like to dream big."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed, lifting his hand vaguely in the direction of Clyde’s face without actually reaching for the sunglasses, without actually touching anything, just letting his fingertips dream.
i don’t feel well……;w;
(Arvy, I’m doing this in advance of the art this time! Hope that’s okay!)
"I don’t feel well," Stan said.
Kyle pulled back his phone and looked at it for a second before putting it to his ear again. He listened to Stan breathing. “Well, hello to you, too,” he said.
"I’m not kidding, dude," Stan said, flat-voiced. "I really don’t feel well." Then he sneezed.
Kyle jerked his head away from the phone before he could process rationally that the germs wouldn’t be blasted into ear because they couldn’t cross the same waves as Stan’s voice.
"Dude, get into bed and shove some tissues up your nose."
Some rustling came down the line, and Stan’s voice was muted and muffled in addition to being flat when he said, “Okay, done.”
Stan. Oh Stan, kid. Kyle’s fingers caressed the back of his phone, even though he knew Stan couldn’t feel it or see it or even know it was happening. “Want me to come over?” he asked tentatively. He wasn’t sure whether Stan’s opening line, which he now thought might be an understatement, was a warning or a request.
A gust of breath came down the line, swelled to a cough, trailed off again. “Yeah. If you re—” Stan broke off to cough again. “I mean, yeah, dude. Please.”
Kyle smiled. “I’ll be right there.”
Stan’s breath rose and fell on the other end of the line and somehow Kyle knew Stan had felt his smile, because he could feel Stan’s, too.
~ For some reason this feels like an AU to me (maybe because I’m starting to associate AUs with Arvy, ha ha). There’s no evidence for this whatsoever but I’m picturing a lawless, post-apocalyptic world, where the predominant attitude is “every man for himself”—but if you try to go it alone you’re pretty much doomed, because there’s always someone stronger or luckier than you.
Tweek’s been getting by on luck, mostly. Lucky enough to find shadows to stay in, lucky enough that there have been distractions to turn heads the other way so he can dart into the light and get what he needs.
But sooner or later luck always runs out, and Tweek isn’t too surprised when it happens to him. He’s more surprised it didn’t run out sooner. When luck leaves him so does hope. He’s empty now, and calm in the emptiness: it’s a certainty that the man with the knife is going to kill him. That’s as far as Tweek can get in his thinking about it; he doesn’t get anywhere with feeling about it, which is fine with him.
The man with the knife disappears—no, Tweek realizes, looking down: he hasn’t disappeared, he’s only fallen, the back if his skull caved in. Tweek looks up again. Oh, he sees: he’s going to be killed by a boy with a bat instead of a man with a knife. That’s fine, then.
"…said, Are you all right? Hey?"
Tweek looks at the boy’s moving mouth and, connecting it with the sound of words, finally filters their meaning.
"Yes," he says, the calmness inside him swelling to an overwhelming darkness as he feels himself pitch forward, his last thought a mild surprise at how soft the ground is as it wraps around him.
couple of really really sleepy mosquito and toolshed doodles!!!
Mosquito is grumpy because his vuvuzela proboscis has been broken.
Fortunately Toolshed is there! “Don’t worry,” he assures Mosquito. “I’ll fix it!” And off he dashes to get what he needs.
This is good news for Mosquito. Toolshed can fix anything—it’s his special power, after all.
Unfortunately, Toolshed has been drinking and has forgotten what he is supposed to be fixing. So he just grabs everything he can carry and jogs back with alcohol-fueled optimism…
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE THING WOOOH
i didn’t wanna draw stan sitting on something like normal life because it had taken me ages to figure out how to draw kyles foot -.- damn real life positions messing up my thought out…..i don’t know where im going with this
It didn’t happen fast.
It didn’t exactly happen slow, either. Like there wasn’t time to stop it or even to figure out why it was happening—but there was time to figure out what was happening and to get away, if you wanted to. A lot of them just didn’t really want to.
Tweek had been the first to go. He’d seemed calm about it, and calm after the fact. So calm that they hadn’t killed him. He stays with Craig now, which Kenny thinks is what Tweek has kind of always wanted. He thinks Craig knows it, too, even if he didn’t before. Craig, wandering around with Tweek on a chain, is still the spaceman, although Kenny is the one wearing the helmet now.
They hadn’t been able to tell at first that Stan had gone: he’d been incommunicative and hollow eyed for weeks. Kenny knows he hadn’t been a zombie the whole time, but he’s ashamed to say he doesn’t know exactly when the transition occurred. He knows roughly when it happened to Kyle: he stood there and watched Kyle trying to get Stan to bite him. Kenny left while Kyle was whispering, “Come on, Stan, you can do it—I know you can.” Kenny could have dragged Kyle away with him, but he didn’t: he just didn’t want to mess with the kind of faith Kyle had in Stan. When he went back later, Kyle’s belief in Stan had been proven justified. Kenny doesn’t like the idea of keeping them on a chain and he doesn’t think they’d like it either—Kyle wouldn’t, at least—so he hid them away and left them to each other.
Not all the zombies are gentle, though. And not everyone has given up and given in: Bebe knows fucking kung fu, and she’s fearless with it. She tells Kenny she’s not fearless at all; she just doesn’t have time to be afraid when she’s out there looking for other survivors with Kevin and Clyde.
So there are the dead, and the undead, and those who patrol, and those who wander.
And there are those yet unaccounted for, too…
Butters tightens his hands, already in the shape of fists, even more. He thinks of them like that—the shape of fists, not fists themselves—because he sure as heck isn’t aiming to hit anyone, or punch the air or anything.
"I guess it didn’t work, huh?"
Clyde’s words make Butters jump a little inside. Not because he’s startled—how could he forget Clyde is there, when he can feel Clyde’s breath on his skin? It’s more like the jumping he felt when Clyde pressed his lips to Butters’ eyelid just now.
Butters rubs his fist-shaped hands against each other. “Maybe it did work,” he says. “What was it supposed to do?”
Their faces are close, closer than normal—but even so, in the corner of his vision, Butters sees Clyde smile. Clyde has a real nice smile and Butters kind of wants to look at Clyde’s mouth, but that might be not be too polite. So he keeps himself looking into Clyde’s eyes, and realizes he can see the smile there, too.
"It was supposed to make it all better, of course." Clyde shifts on the ledge he’s sitting on as he stretches his legs, one of them brushing against Butters. Clyde doesn’t seem to notice or else he doesn’t think it’s a big enough deal to say anything about; it kind of feels like a big deal to Butters, but he doesn’t want Clyde to apologize for it and he doesn’t know what else he would say, so he pushes the thought away.
"Well, thanks," Butters says, wanting to say something, at least, to Clyde and his smile, which are still pretty close despite the shifting. "It was real nice of you to try."
Clyde’s smile fades as he lifts his hand and Butters can’t help sucking in his breath, but he doesn’t flinch otherwise; flinching sometimes makes it worse, so he tries not to do it at, if he can help it.
But Clyde’s touch is soft when it lands near Butters’ eye. Just his fingertips, not even fist-shaped. His fingertips aren’t quite as soft as his lips, but Butters gets a little jumpy inside anyhow.
There’s something else mixed in, a little worry that Clyde is going to ask him about it again. Butters hates lying to his friends. But Clyde only says, “Can I try again?”
Butters nods. He closes his eyes without Clyde asking this time, waits to feel Clyde’s lips—
And he does feel them, but not on his eyelid. Clyde’s lips touch Butters’ lips and when Butters sucks in his breath in surprise, he winds up with a mouthful of kiss.
When he’s breathing air again instead of Clyde, Butters feels the curve of his mouth tug upwards. “I think it might’ve worked that time,” he says.
"I don’t know," Clyde says, but something in his eyes says he does, and it makes Butters hippity-hop all over inside. “Maybe I should try one more time?”
Butters doesn’t close his eyes this time until right before his mouth gets to Clyde’s.