Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

SleepOver

[Third Person POV]

Slowly, Henry would drop to the ground on his back from being lifted, fresh cum spewing out of his ass as Patrick backed away slowly. He'd watch Henry's smaller body spasm as he let out small gasps and desperately choked down air into his lungs only interrupting the process to cough or groan at his aching muscles. Patrick would slip himself between his wide open spread legs, smirking as he giggled upon Henry's almost hypnotized red face.

"How's that feel, Hen? That too much?" He teased. Henry would simply gag on his own saliva, still coughing and gasping through his lust. Patrick sighed, rolling him over onto his stomach. "I think that's just enough."

He'd watch as Henry would finally get a good gasp of breath, his body's intake on the cold room's air finally easing his coughing and spasms. He'd slowly arise to his knees, glancing around at the littered dirty toys, the bottles of lube—some empty, some smooshed in yet still visibly half full, other's discarded near the trash or even used as toys themself. He'd just let out a strong huff before finally making a remark. "Holy fuck."

"There's something I understand. For the first time in 2 hours." Henry would look back to the other's retched voice, watching him crawl about as he cleaned up. Henry would flop roughly onto his side, panting softly still. "Do I have to fuck you some more to get you active? Get up, I ordered food."

"Since when?"

"I dunno. I think between the cuffs and the mass of dildos."

"When was that?"

"After the cuffs."

Henry looked over upon a jingle of cheap sounding chains, watching Patrick hold and shake some sex cuffs in hand. The chain was mainly covered in cum, the cuffs themself only getting little spurted stains of the whitened substance. Henry grimaced at it. "Oh god, put it down, Pat."

"Why not another lil' round, eh? Or 5."

Henry stared at him before getting up. "Let's get food, yeah?"

Patrick looked away, grinning and shaking his head until he'd arise as well. Henry would turn away, looking for his clothes. Patrick would walked to Henry, grabbing his dick roughly. He'd receive a shocked gasp and shuffling, as well as the other closing his knees close to each other. "Get the fuck down," Patrick slurred into his ear, getting the quick response of Henry getting down with his crouch up with Patrick's still being grip along his useless cock. Patrick got down with him. "I'll just feed you cum today, hm?"

Henry would shuffle, whining familiarly. He glanced back, gasping at the feeling of a rubbery two-sided dildo being stuffed into his pied ass. He shuffled a lil before glancing up as Patrick moved around to be at his head. He'd slip closer, slowly moving Henry onto his back again. Henry groaned. "Wanna make me choke again?"

"Well, it's easier."

"Uh-huh."

He gagged at a sudden dick in his mouth, muffling out moans around it. Patrick would lay atop a hand on his neck, thrusting roughly down his throat. He'd grin at the pathetic curling of the other's legs around his dick. "Yeah, you feel so good. You know that, right?"

He gripped tight on Henry's throat, receiving an almost gurgle on his saliva mixed with the cock in his throat. He smiled at the other, roughly starting to push further against his teeth to reach an extent in the wetted surroundings. He'd reach down and move his legs, roughly pushing and pulling out the dildo he'd used to occupy his ass before. He could see just beyond his legs, Henry's eyes rolled to a lewd expression that would be unfinished due to the other's actions continuing deep past his uvula. The only thing that stopped him from throwing up from all the gagging was the fact he hadn't eaten the entire day prior. It was a miracle he could still function, let alone spew cum from almost every hole each few dozen rounds in the time they were busy.

At some point, Patrick would forget about the entire body under him in pure bliss. He'd be thrusting rougher now and Henry would be led to jacking off at the other's delayed orgasm. When it did come, he was back to convulsing and shaking under the other in horny desperation. Patrick would slip his dick away from his throat, sitting back for a moment—catching his breath as well and regaining consciousness from his oasis—before returning to Henry's aid. He'd sit him up, allowing him to inhale heavily before relaxing onto the other finally.

"Wow," Patrick teased, rubbing his waist. Henry grabbed his hand, his own shakes and frantic.

"Pat, no," he breathed. "Not yet. Please."

"Alright, alright." He watched the other, quite entertained, as his body would spasm at every little movement he'd made against the skin. He was thoroughly enjoying his struggle against the other's rubbery fingers gliding among his abdomen until he finally fully came to and removed himself from the position. Patrick watched. "What?"

"No more touching. Not now."

Patrick just watched, amused at his struggling. Eventually, he'd reach over and softly rub his side, smiling at him. "Wanna go eat now?"

"yeah."

"I'll go get it, then. You can stay in here and clean up, yeah?"

Henry shuffled at him, nodding tiredly. As Patrick left, he'd start gathering things. He'd go to get up but instantly became wobbly and hurried to plop on the bed, rubbing his thighs. "Jesus," he whispered. He'd look over to the nightstand, watching the alarm clock for the time. To sum up his realization, they had been going at it for almost 4 hours combined.

Henry lay back, sighing. He just stared at the ceiling as he'd begun to doze off. Would Patrick be mad if he fell asleep before eating? He'd ponder, before shrugging off the thought. Who cares, he thought, I'll eat when I wake up.