•smutttttttt•
Patrick pins Pete up against the wall and immediately presses his body against his, making sure to feel Pete's incoming arousal that was already become clear through his gym shorts.
"Someone's turned on, aren't they?" Patrick smirks and snickers to himself. Pete groaned a little cupping his crotch with his hand, but Patrick pushed it away.
"Don't fuck with me." Pete whispered, his head back on to the wall. The shorter, but dominating man, shakes his head and kisses his neck, grabbing ahold of the black haired man's crotch.
"I think it's too late for that." Patrick whispered into his ear and nibbled Pete's earlobe and left trails of bites and kisses down his neck all the way to his collarbone.
"Please—" Pete pleaded.
"Oh. So we're begging now, I see. I thought you didn't want me to fuck with you?" Pete drowned in his head from the way Patrick said 'fuck' so elegantly at a word used so rudely and unkindly.
"Fuck me, Patrick. Please." Pete begged once again and Patrick smirked, reaching his hand inside Pete's shorts and boxers, beginning to slowly stroke his clear arousal. Patrick bit his lip, holding back a groan as his own arousal became extremely clear as well and uncomfortable inside his skinny jeans.
"Oh.." Pete moaned quietly, which made Patrick go quicker with his pace and couldn't take his own arousal anymore being left behind so with his other hand simply took off his jeans a little along with the underwear and without expecting it, Pete wrapped his hand around Patrick's and stroked at the same speed he was going at.
It soon became an orchestrated room full of pleasurable sounds and as cliche and romantic it would be that they both came at the same time, Pete came first and after a while, Patrick did as well.
"Fuck, that was..haha." Pete said barely believing it. It wasn't even that much, just masturbating except not yourself. Patrick kisses him to shut him up.
"Fuck that. We're going for round two." Patrick threw him against the bed and Pete immediately followed, "oh shit."
