-don't leave-

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Patrick grabbed Pete's neck and pulled him closer. He roughly kissed him and ran his hands through his hair.

"Please.." moaned Pete. "..Patrick.. dear god." He continued to hungrily kiss him; teasing Pete, caressing him slowly.

He moaned again as Patrick trailed his tongue up his neck to his chin. Pete bent down lower and grinded his hips up against Patrick's; he trembled. When Patrick finally moaned Pete grinned. He bites his lip.

"...Pete.." He rested his head on Pete's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him. Pete slid Patrick's boxers off and then his. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he presses his lips onto Patrick's; desperately kissing him and then he pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth. Patrick gasped. Pete cursed.

"Oh.. please just-"

"Okay..."

Patrick bent over. He gripped onto the bedsheets. He moaned as Pete thrust roughly into him. Pete grunted. Patrick bit down hard on his lip, and tasted his blood. He trembled and Pete thrust harder. His heart beat went wild; sweat beaded down his forehead, his back. His eyes shut tightly and a loud moan escaped his lips.

"Still..." muttered Pete. The bed shook. Patrick groaned, gasped for air and then continued to moan softly in pleasure. He breathed and moaned his name until it was worn out.

"Ohh... Pete..."

Pete grunted. Patrick begged him desperately.

"Pete..."

Patrick held Pete closer to him, they felt each other's body heat. Patrick ran his hands through Pete's hair.

"Please-" he whispers.

"Don't leave.. you-"

"I wasn't going anywhere in the first place." Pete said in a low, tired voice.

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