Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Maid Dress

[Third Person POV]

Henry lay asleep in his room calmly, twitching a bit in his messed up bed. His room was a mess since he had a fit after his dad hit him for something he did himself. He had trashed it during the tantrum, getting himself hit more for doing so until he just passed out crying afterwards. Now, he lay silent and twitchy. He sorta tensed from feeling a tapping on his back. He opened his eyes to look over from it, pausing at seeing a tall figure in a maid dress. He seemed to stare confused before looking up and pausing to see Patrick smiling down at him. He sorta just stared.

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

"You were gone all day so I came by to surprise you! I thought maybe something happened."

"In a dress."

"Maid dress."

"Sorry. In a maid dress."

"Yeah. I thought you'd like it."

Henry slowly sat up, looking him up and down.

"It looks good on you."

Patrick smiled.

"Thank you!"

Henry nodded, staring at him now. He looked up at him.

"So, you came to fuck?"

"Yeah, I did."

He sighed, shuffling back in the bed and laying against the wall. He stared at Patrick who just stood there patiently. He grumbled, motioning him to get close. Patrick crawled onto the bed, watching Henry sit up.

"No no relax, I'll do it!"

He looked at Patrick, huffing.

"Huh?"

"I'll do it, you relax."

"Fine."

He watched Patrick slip closer and kiss him softly. He kissed back, grabbing Patrick's hands as they trailed to his hips and up his shirt. Slowly, Patrick got even closer, managing his way inbetween Henry's legs. Henry broke the kiss to stare at him, breathing just slightly heavier.

"You okay?"

"You kiss so fucking weird."

"Oops."

Henry went to say something but seemed to become in a daze as Patrick leaned closer for another kiss.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Henry whispered, staring at his lips. Patrick smiled, kissing him softly. He slowly tucked his fingers into the rim of Henry's pants, carefully starting to ease them down. Henry slid his arms over Patrick's shoulders, sorta hugging him close as he got rougher with the kiss. He whined at the loss of the kiss soon after but watched Patrick smile.

"So kissy today."

"Do you have anything under the dress?"

"Nope."

Henry fidgeted with the dress curiously. Patrick smiled, getting closer. That caught Henry's attention which drew up to him slowly.

"How'd your shitty dad feel if I made you cry, eh?"

"I don't think he'd notice, or care if he did."

Patrick sighed softly before leaning closer to Henry's ear and licking along the edge of it. Henry shivered from the action, as his breath got caught in his throat which made an audible gasp to choking noise. Patrick smiled from the noise and shuffled closer, propping himself against Henry. Henry shuffled, grabbing Patrick softly.

"Be a good bitch, Hen."

"I-"

He got cut off from a rough grinding against him, whining from it. He pressed his lips together, letting out a little "mmpf" sound from a soft thrust against him. Patrick struggled but lifted up the soft fluffy under skirt of the maid dress. He suddenly pushed himself into Henry, his hands trailing to Henry's hips as he held him closer, ignoring his little whines of lust.

"Be good," Patrick hissed again. He slowly started easing his soft thrusts before getting quite a bit rougher after a minute. Henry gripped onto him tight, looking down as Patrick leaned over to tower above him. He hated being small but he'd put up with it for Patrick. Slowly, he leaned closer and buried his face in the taller's neck to appease his noise making. As Patrick was just easing enough roughness to get Henry's body to relax, he instantly took it up a notch [More ten notches], getting Henry to instantly moan a lot louder than he was. Being so close to Patrick, the noises instantly drifted to his ears which only excited him more. In response of such actions and feelings, he just got rougher, recieving more noises.

"Fuck," Henry whined. His head was getting a familiar, pleasing bubbly feeling that he knew so little yet all so well and he loved it.

"Don't swear at me."

He just murmured nonsense in response. Patrick smiled, getting rougher and reaching down to roughly grab and stroke his dick. Henry whined from it, quickly reaching his orgasm from the feeling of Patrick's boney hand. As soon as he did, Patrick backed away.

"Can't get cum on my dress, sadly. Even from you," he sighed. Henry lay back, panting and twitching, still very bubbly in the head. Patrick looked at him, smiling. "How sad."

"Shut up, Patty."

"Patty?"

"Mhmm."

"Well, Hen. Your patty has to go home and get changed. Get yourself cleaned up and we can head to the junkyard later."

Henry fidgeted softly before nodding.

"Alright," he murmured.

"I'll get Vic and Belch down, eh?"

"Sure, man." He got up, twitching and going about his room in search for clothes. "Do what you want."

Patrick smiled and walked over, kissing him softly. Slowly, the kiss was broken and Patrick huffed at him.

"I'll see you then, babe."

Henry didn't know how to respond to that, he just twitched.

"See you," he mumbled shyly. Patrick smiled and huffed at him before letting go and quietly walking out the room. Henry stood there, twitching a bit as he shuffled awkwardly. He looked around again, eager to follow Patrick and see what he'd do at the junk yard.