Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

52. Spicing Things Up

It's smut time! Mildly kinky, but kind of fluffy too. SRAR era.

"Is this too tight?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Are you sure? I can loosen it."

"Pete, it's fine." Patrick shifted, tugging gently on the fabric. He was already shirtless, and he felt too exposed with his hands tied to the headboard of his and Pete's bed.

Pete sighed. "Do you still want to go through with this? We can call this off right now if you're not comfortable."

"Yes." Patrick took a steadying breath. "I know you've been wanting to try this for a while, so let's do it."

"Patrick, that's-" Pete leaned down until their foreheads touched- "as sweet as that is, you should enjoy this too. If you're not into it, we can stop."

Patrick shook his head. "I'm good to go. I promise."

"Okay." Pete sat up a bit. "But if you want to stop, tell me, and we will. Immediately."

Patrick nodded, focusing more on the sight of Pete in front of him than his own position. Pete was kneeling between his legs, still fully clothed, staring down at him reverently. His wedding ring glinted in the light since they'd gotten their bands polished last week. A few pieces of his hair were in the wrong spot; Patrick wanted to reach up and fix it.

Pete leaned down again, putting his hands on either side of Patrick's head. He kissed Patrick's forehead softly. "I love you so much," he whispered, touching their noses together.

"I love you too," Patrick said softly, smiling up at Pete with pure adoration.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Patrick wasn't sure why it surprised him when all Pete did was kiss him. He half expected Pete to get right into it, but from the way his hands were stroking up and down his sides with a feather-light touch, it seemed like Pete wanted to take his time.

Pete deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into Patrick's mouth, causing Patrick to hum appreciatively. Pete slowed the kiss, then sat back to peel off his shirt. When he leaned back down, he began planting kisses on Patrick's jaw and neck.

"I don't like not being able to touch you," Patrick commented, arching his back and searching for more contact.

Pete laughed quietly. "I like it. Means I can tease you as much as I want." Patrick could feel Pete's grin against his skin as he pressed their chests together, then ground their hips together once, making them both groan.

Pete continued to grind their hips together, alternating between kissing Patrick on the lips and on his neck. Patrick squirmed beneath him, getting more aroused by the second. Finally Pete began trailing kisses down Patrick's chest, gripping his waist and rubbing soft circles into his skin.

"Can I?" Pete asked when he reached Patrick's belt.

"Fuck, yes."

Pete grinned as he undid Patrick's belt, pulling his pants off immediately afterwards. Patrick lifted his hips up, and Pete slid off his boxers too.

Pete sat back on his heels. He stared down at Patrick, who couldn't help it when his face heated up under Pete's gaze. Pete placed his hands just above Patrick's knees, stroking up and down his thighs. He leaned down and kissed Patrick's hip.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Pete murmured, moving downwards to nip at the inside of Patrick's thighs.

"Shut up and get on with it," Patrick said breathlessly, shifting under Pete's hands.