Contents: dom!top!Patton, sub!bottom!Roman, jerking off, getting off to the thought of someone else, mentions of begging + crying from pleasure, getting caught
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Patton couldn't get Roman out of his head. All day long he was able to think of nothing but the princely side; and they weren't clean thoughts either. It got to the point that Remus, being the embodiment of intrusive thoughts, knew something was up. It gave him a pointed glance, and then gave a false explanation of why Patton had to rush away so quickly.
That led to how he was now, laying on the bed, a hand slowly jerking himself off as more and more thoughts of the prince filled his head, thinking of how beautiful he'd be pressed against the sheets, face flushed red, sweat dripping from him as he whimpered and cried for more.
His breath hitched at the thought, mind wandering further.
Oh, how he would love to be the one pounding into him, wrecking him, covering him in possessive bruises to show the others who he belonged to. A shudder ripped through the usually innocent side at that, his hips bucking up into his hand.
It was so easy to imagine.
His hips pressed against Roman's from behind as he bent him over the counter, slamming into his prostate with every thrust, tears running down the other's face from the amount of pleasure given to him. It was easy to imagine how he'd sound screaming Patton's name, clenching tightly around him as he experienced the best orgasm of his life.
That was what sent Patton over the edge, moaning his name into the rag he'd been biting on in order to stifle the sounds he was making. When done, he lay there panting for a while, not noticing the door slowly creak open until he heard a voice coming from the doorway.
Roman stood there, his face red and an evident boner in his pants. Patton didn't seem embarrassed by any means, even daring to beckon him forward.
He was ready for round two, this time with the real thing.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for how short this is, and I know it's not the best, but it was something I've been thinking about for a while that I wanted to write. I don't really have a lot of writing motivation, but I liked the concept, so I wrote a little thing for it anyway.
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