Day 3- First Time

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"I can't believe you!" Patrick giggled, looking at the ring that now wrapped his finger.

Pete had a cocky smirk on his face. "Oh, believe me."

Patrick smiled and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. Pete smiled and returned the hug, pulling back and kissing him. Patrick kissed back before pulling back.

Pete whined slightly. Now that they were engaged, he wanted more. This wasn't a new feeling for him, but he thought Patrick would want it now. He nuzzled his face in Patrick's neck.

"Pete..." Patrick whispered.

Pete kissed in the younger man's neck.

This put a tired smile on Patrick's face.

"W-what are you doing?" He breathed.

"Just relax." Pete carefully pushed Patrick to the couch. Nobody else was here. Thank god.

Patrick was nervous. "I-I've never done this before..."

"Shh...just relax. I'll guide you." Pete whispered. Quickly, he pulled up Patrick's shirt and then his. He leaned forward and kissed Patrick's chest while his fingers worked on his pants. Once he got them down, he went to work on his own, pulling them down and leaving them both in just boxers.

"Pete..." Patrick whimpered.

"Shh." The older man bit at Patrick's ear. Fuck, this felt good.

Patrick bit his lip and stayed silent.

After this, Pete made it down to Patrick's boxers and pulled them down along with his own.

Patrick automatically started to feel shy. "Pete..."

"I told you to be quiet..." Pete growled quietly.

Fuck, that was hot. Patrick felt his breath hitch in his throat as Pete leaned over to a table next to the couch and pulled out a small bottle of lube from the drawer. He poured some onto his fingers and coated his dick in the substance, placing the bottle back on the table. He positioned himself in front of Patrick's hole, teasing him.

"D-don't tease me.." Patrick whimpered.

Pete smirked and pushed in, slowly at first, before pulling out again and slamming back in. This caused a loud moan on Patrick's part, his head hitting the arm of the couch. Pete kept this cycle for another moment. He watched as Patrick's movements became sloppier and his moans became louder, he knew he was close. He himself was about to hit his climax, but he didn't want to be first. He kept slamming into Patrick harder.

"F-fuck!.." Patrick moaned as he came on their chests. Pete came inside of Patrick right after, slowly pulling out and laying next to him.

They were both panting messes until Patrick spoke. "I'm sorry for the language..."
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This just made me realize how terrible I really am at writing smut. But I tried.
-Jayden

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