"Come on, Patrick, you told me you'd wear it tonight. We don't even have to do anything - I'll be good with just looking."
"Oh, I'm... I'm far too shy. I feel embarrassed," Patrick shares from the inside of his room.
"You can trust me; I promise I'll try my best to not make you feel uncomfortable," Pete generously offers.
"Are you sure? You won't do anything inappropriate right away?"
"Not unless you ask me to-- I mean, no. I actually wanna see you in a dress," Pete admits to the door.
"Well... I'm coming, okay," Patrick is persuaded, opening the door to make him visible in the floral getup.
"What do you think?"
Pete bites the inside of his lip, feeling a burning in his face as he stares Patrick down in the revealing lace in shades of pink and orchid. The bottom only covers the top half of his thighs and everything under the chest is very visible, as the material is laced.
"I-it's... lovely, like you say," Pete mimicks Patrick's vocabulary as his tongue hides in his throat.
"Really? It sounds like you don't like it... It's okay if you don't. I mean, look at all the skin I'm showing still," Patrick chuckles, lifting the dress with his fingers.
"Y-y-yeah? Oh, is it? I think it's nice," Pete looks away with a red face as Patrick smiles.
"Oh, Nevermind... You do like it, huh?" Patrick laughs.
"Y-yeah, sure. What's not to like? It looks so good on you," Pete stares at the carpet.
"Pete, you can look at me. It's just an outfit."
"It's a little less than that, but okay."
Patrick sees the red in Pete's face. He chuckles and takes the demon's hand.
"Come on, you told me you'd play Mario Kart with me," Patrick reminds.
"Right. Okay, then. You won last time, though, so I don't see reason for you to try so hard this time," Pete jokes, walking behind the angel.
Patrick turns the console on and readies the bed to be sat - and soon jumped and screamed and raged - on.
"Pete... I told you you can look at me, don't stare, though!" Patrick says when he turns his head to look at a wide-eyed Pete.
"Sorry... I just... I feel so awestruck right now," Pete laughs, flailing onto the bed.
"That's incredibly sweet, I'm just not in the mood yet. I wanna play videogames before I play with you," Patrick laughs, making Pete's temperature fire.
"Cool," Pete says and takes a controller as they start their first of the four games they play.
Pete couldn't take anymore after this, Patrick had figured, so he threw himself on the flustered boy and started kissing and mouthing at his lips.
"Wow. You were ready for this, weren't you?" Patrick giggles as he plays with Pete's sweaty hair, hovering above his lap.
"Mmhm."
"Yeah? Show me what was on your mind the past two hours that I've been wearing this," Patrick seduces with his voice low.
"Really?" Pete asks, running his hands up Patrick's thighs.
Patrick moans, his shoulders tensing up as Pete's touch sends shivers up his spine.
"Mmhm. You give the orders, Sir," Patrick wipes his lip, smiling afterwards.
"I need you on all fours in front of me," Pete tells the boy.
Patrick obliges, setting himself on his hands and knees.
"Like this?"
"Very good, my little whore," Pete praises Patrick with a light spank.
Patrick hears Pete unzipping his pants behind him.
Pete holds on to Patrick's hips after he prepares himself to enter the angel.
"Oh, Patrick..." Pete swoons as he thrusts into the boy, grazing his fingers past the lacey dress.
"Pete! Make me yours, Sir, I want more," Patrick moans as he closes his eyes, panting with every thrust from Pete.
"You're so pretty; all dressed up, kneeled in front of me," Pete murmurs as he kisses the boy on his neck.
"Pete...!" he cries with a slight, sheepish smile. Patrick then feels Pete's lips curving upwards on his neck.
"Are you close? Want to remind me who owns you, little slut?" Pete inquires, moving his hips faster.
"Y-you own me! I'm only yours, Pete!" Patrick shouts, staining his underwear as Pete speeds up behind him.
"Ohh," Pete moans as he finishes, pulling out early enough for his load to drip down Patrick's thighs.
Patrick sits up, gasping quietly as he feels the substance on him.
The demon takes the chance to hug the blushing face, kissing its lips with a smile as the aftermath. Pete then hugs Patrick from behind and groans with delight, melting into the angel.
"I love you," slips out from Pete's lips.
"I love you, too," Patrick tells him.
