So let me explain this.
I'm currently writing a Marriage!Peterick fic and so far it's actually too fluffy for me to handle, but this chapter.
Guys, this fucking chapter.
Just read it, you'll see.
Not really a smut warning but there's mentions of *cough* "adult activities"
They're home now, and Patrick still lives in a house different from the one Pete lives in, but they're married and they're home and that's enough of a reason to celebrate.
At some point during the bus ride, Pete smiles and cheers with much enthusiasm "You're living in my house now!" and somehow that was it. Patrick liked Pete's house better anyway, so he didn't have any objections.
When the van pulled up to Pete's house he yelped I'm surprise as Pete scooped him up from his seat bridal style. He giggled hysterically as he carried him to the door and Andy and Joe laughed and cooed behind them. Pete fumbled with the key in his hand for a moment as Andy and Joe walked behind them with their bags and Patrick buried his face into Pete's chest.
Pete unlocked the door and did a little twirl inside with Patrick in his arms, enjoying the vibration of Patrick's small giggle against his chest. Andy and Joe dropped their bags by the door and walked away snickering, Joe laughing "Have fun love birds!"
The second the door shut behind them Pete craned his neck down and pressed his lips to Patrick's, immediately entering his mouth and exploring it with his tongue. Pete swallowed the feeble moan Patrick made in the back of his throat and pulled away, kissing his forehead.
Pete ran upstairs to his bedroom and did a little twirl, through the door, making Patrick giggle hysterically as he rested his head against Pete's chest.
Pete laid Patrick down on the bed like he was made of glass, taking off his fedora and putting it on the nightstand. He pulled off his own t-shirt and started to unbutton Patrick's, pecking his lips and pulling off the article of clothing completely.
Pete hurriedly pulled off his own pants and then Patrick's, climbing into the bed next to him and holding him close to his chest.
Pete's body was pressed against his and Patrick could feel warm, silent breath on his lips. Pete's hands ran up and down his side and stopped at his his hipbone, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. Patrick sighed in content and let his eyes scan Pete's exposed chest, following the intricate patterns on his skin.
"You're really, really beautiful." Pete breathed out in awe, still after years and years amazed by the softness of his skin and his dazzling blue eyes and all of him. Patrick didn't always believe it, so he made it one of his priorities to tell him whenever he could.
Patrick was too overcome with bliss to reply, smiling like and idiot at his husband and trying to memorize the feeling of his calloused hands against his skin. He just sighed happily and whispered "I love you, you big goofball."
Pete smiled at that and closed the small distance between them, pressing his soft, velvety lips to Patrick's and spreading his hand over the small of his back. Patrick ran his hands up and down Pete's arms as if to assure himself he was real.
Pete Wentz was overwhelming on all accounts, it was a part of who he was and Patrick loved him for it. The thing that really just completely enveloped him though was his kisses. They would completely surround you and make you forget your name and where you were. He was warm and close and surrounding him and taking him over, the only other thing on the planet for however long the kiss lasted. He was over the top in everything he did, but his kiss made Patrick's world stop.
