peterick smut//br41n v0m1t

studded belt

FUTCT era :D this one is 4 my bitches if ykyk (p0rn w/o a plot) its a short 1

"You're gonna be a good boy for me?" Pete says in a low, guttural tone. He swipes the pad of his thumb over Patrick's plump bottom lip. Patrick is sitting at the foot of a motel bed, looking up at Pete with his large, green-blue eyes. There's a rim of yellow around the strawberry blonde's pupil, making his eyes appear slightly green under the motel's lamp light. 

"Yes." Patrick says, as Pete pushes his thumb slowly into the blonde's warm and wet mouth. 

"Are you going to do what you are told?" There's a grin forming at the corners of his mouth, a desire sparkles in Pete's copper eyes under his dark fringe. He moved his thumb to the back of Patrick's mouth. Patrick nods, keeping eye contact with the older man in front of him. "Good. I like that...I like that." 

"I like it...when you tell me what to do." Patrick says in a small voice, which was so unlike him. He feels so wanted under Pete's gaze, his anxiety left his body and he thought of nothing except how badly he wanted Pete's mouth on him. He wanted to be crying out until the only words he remembered was Pete and Fuck yes.

"I like it when you tell me what to do, sir." Pete corrects, pulling his thumb out of Patrick's mouth. There's a shiver that goes down the back of Patrick's spine, making his toes curl. His breath hitches and Patrick thinks he might suffer from aneurysm right there on the foot of some random bed. Pete drops to one knee slowly in a lunging position, pulling up the bottom of Patrick's RUN DMC shirt. Pete's large hands hold Patrick's hips in place as he slowly kisses around Patrick's sternum all the way to his pelvic region. Patrick's left hand cards through the back of Pete's soft hair as the older leaves bites around his stomach.

"No marks, Pete." In soft downcast, Pete pulls down his shirt and nudges the singer's knees apart with his nose. 

"No marks, sir." Pete says, he's now completely on his knees with his head between Patrick's denim-trapped thighs. Patrick removes glasses and rubs his eyes, not wanting to wake up from whatever wonderful dream he's having. When he puts his glasses back on, Pete's still there. This isn't one of his sex dreams, this is reality. Fuck. 

"I'm sorry, sir." Patrick breathes, watching a wide smile spread across Pete's face.

"Good...good." Pete pushes his face between the singer's thighs, his breath hot on the crotch of the blonde's jeans. Language is a construct, they speak in a universal tongue in which they are both fluent and words don't need to be spoken. The language is Pete's mouth on his length, Pete fucking him - slow and deep - on his back, before Pete makes that breathy groaning he makes before he cums messily on the motel sheets. It does not matter that much to Patrick, as long as the sheets smell like sweat, CK Eternity and his hot orgasm. Patrick will go on to learn five languages, but this is the only one he wants to speak.  Japanese has nothing on Pete on his knees or eating him out. Pete has the zipper of Patrick's jeans between his teeth, pulling it down and opening the fly. He takes a warm lap at the area between the zippers opening before looking back up at Patrick. "Strip." He says, his voice low and husky. 

"Yes, sir." Patrick stands up, as Pete falls back into a sitting position. 

"Strip for me, baby." Pete says smugly, his nose was inches from Patrick's aching erection. Pete watches with hungry eyes as the singer removes his jeans so they pool around his ankles. "See how easily I can touch you now?" Patrick shudders when Pete's warm hand glides on the inside of his thigh. Is it possible to be so hard that you are going blind? If so, Patrick is going to need a higher glasses prescription. Very soon. Patrick's old RUN DMC tee is littered on the ground somewhere. Pete stands up and pushes the almost naked Patrick onto the mattress, kissing his neck and whispering filth into his ears. Such filth as: "I'm gonna fuck you into next week, eat you out until you can't see and then make you ride me until you're blind" and such.