Happiness (Peterick)

eight

warning: smutty af w/ a lil bit of fluff.

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patrick tops (as always).

As soon as they make it back to Pete's dorm room, Patrick has Pete crowded against the door, his lips mashed with Pete's. Pete's makes a sound of surprise, probably not expecting Patrick to be so dominant.

Patrick, Pete learns quickly, kisses like he has somewhere to be. All of his kisses are rough and quick, but shit, they're good. They're really good.

Pete's hands are pinned above his head on the door by one of Patrick's. Patrick's other hand gropes his bulge through his pants, earning a soft groan from Pete.

Pete breaks away for a slight second to say, "Tell me you have a fucking condom," and Patrick nods, patting his back pocket.

Patrick moves down Pete's neck and sucks a mark that isn't gonna be easy to cover up tomorrow. Pete thinks he does it on purpose.

"You're mine. Holy fuck, you're mine," Patrick says, as he moves the suspenders from Pete's shoulder to where they're hanging by his ass.

He pulls Pete's shirt over his head quickly, lips and teeth attacking the thorn necklace like he's wanted to so many times.

Swiftly, like he's had it planned out, Patrick grabs the underside of Pete's thighs and lifts him, taking Pete to the bed. "You're light," Patrick comments.

"I'm also tight. Let's go," Pete says as he reattches their lips. Patrick laughs against his lips as he moves down Pete's body.

Patrick takes a deep breath after unhooking the suspenders, all of his confidence flying out the window. Pete seems to notice, since he grabs Patrick's hands.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything, okay? I care about you too much for this to mess us up," Pete says, hands resting on Patrick's cheeks.

"I'm fine," Patrick smiles, but Pete doesn't really believe him. "Really, c'mon," Pete lifts his hips so Patrick can pull his jeans down to his thighs. They get stuck there because they're so tight.

Patrick finally gets them down, which leaves Pete in nothing but boxers. "Hey, you're still fully dressed," Pete says, pointing at Patrick. Patrick laughs and then throws his shirt off.

"Better?" He asks, smiling. Pete shakes his head.

"Not at all," He unbuckles Patrick's belt and pulls his jeans down. Before throwing them next to his own, Pete grabs the condom out of Patrick's wallet. They're both left in boxers, Patrick on top of Pete.

"I'm nervous," Patrick admits, laughing softly. "I'm really nervous. I don't want to fuck this up. I like you,"

"I like you too. You're not gonna fuck this up," Pete assures him. Patrick smiles and tugs Pete's boxers down before doing the same to his own.

Not a single strand of clothing stands between them now. Pete hands Patrick a bottle of lube from his bedside table.

"Glad you keep this here, aren't we?" Patrick jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Pete simply nods. "So how're we doing this?"

"I could ride you? I don't know, it's just a suggestion," Pete says, scratching the back of his neck. Patrick nods, and they switch positions.

Patrick squirts a generous amount of lube on his fingers, pushing two into Pete, waiting for the latter to adjust to the feeling. He moves them in and out when Pete gives a nod.

Pete's soon writhing under his touch, begging for Patrick's cock to replace his fingers. When Patrick pulls his fingers out of Pete, Pete whines at the loss.

"C'mon, sit on my dick," Patrick groans after slipping the condom on, lifting Pete. Pete is positioned over Patrick now, Patrick's cock prodding his hole.

"You sure about this?" Pete asks, holding himself up. Patrick doesn't hesitate before nodding.

"Please," He says. Patrick's really convincing when he's horny.

Pete's initial slide down, although long awaited, is good. Really good. One of them groans, but Patrick isn't sure if it's his own or Pete's.

"Fuck," Pete lets out a sharp whine when Patrick lifts him and drops him back down.

"I'm gonna," Is the only warning Patrick gives before he switches their positions and starts thrusting wildly into Pete.

"Shit, shit, Patrick, babe, make me come, fucking hell," Pete says. Patrick laughs.

"I should've known you were a talker, Wentz. Don't come until I tell you to, okay?" Patrick says. Pete whines but nods.

After a few more thrusts, Patrick comes in the condom with a really, really high pitched groan. His eyes are half-lidded, the hand that is on Pete's hip tightening. Fuck, there's gonna be five finger sized bruises there tomorrow, Pete just knows it.

He pulls out and breathes heavily, laughing when Pete groans impatiently. He rolls over and puts Pete on his back, trailing his lips down Pete's abdomen.

When Pete realises what Patrick's going to do, he moans. It's not a groan, it's not a whine, it's a moan. Patrick smiles.

"S'wrong, Wentz? Never been blown?" Patrick teases.

"Once. It was fucking amazing," Pete says. Patrick laughs against Pete's lower abdomen before he continues moving down.

"I've never done this before," Patrick says. Pete sits up on his elbows so he can lock eyes with Patrick.

"You don't have to," Pete says. "I can get off by myself, 'Rick, I promise," Patrick immediately shakes his head.

"I fucked you and wouldn't let you come. There's no way you're getting yourself off, no matter how hot that would be," Patrick says. He takes a deep breath before leaning in and licking a hot stripe up Pete's cock.

"Good. So good. So good," Pete says. Patrick grins before he continues, sliding further down Pete. The latter moans and grips Patrick's hair, and Patrick glares at him until he lets go and decides to grip his own thighs.

Pete screams out a curse and then says, "Fuck, baby, please let me come. Please, please," Patrick nods, and that's the only warning Pete gives before he's shooting his load down Patrick's throat.

"You taste good," Patrick notes. Pete rolls his eyes and grabs Patrick, positioning himself in front of the latter, and Patrick puts his arm over Pete's waist.

Pete thinks he feels soft lips place a small kiss on the back of his neck before he passes out, a grin on his face.

okay yayyyy smut

this might be ending soon boo

update: to all those people who don't want the person who wants you until they want someone else, fuck you..