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“i don’t know pete.” patrick said, plush lips drawn tight between teeth. his face was flushed red, a combination of incredibly turned on and incredibly embarrassed.
“please?” pete asked. he laid back on the maroon sheets, clad only in a pair of threadbare gray briefs. looking utterly gorgeous, patrick noted. toned, tan skin and dark curling ink. “for me?”
on the one hand, patrick was so eager to please pete. he would get on his hands and knees in an instant if pete asked him to. hell, he had worn a skirt for pete before. on the other hand, patrick was dreadfully self conscious.
pete sensed patrick’s darkened thoughts and sat up a bit, rubbing up and down the younger boys creamy thighs. fuck, those thighs.
“cmon baby. you have nothing to worry about. you know i always take care of you. i just want to make you feel good.” pete hoped his pleads came out as reassuring as opposed to desperate. in his defense, however, he was desperate. “you love it when i eat you out. this isn’t any different.”
“yes it is!” patrick squawked. “this is totally different! this could kill you!”
“you are such a drama queen, oh my god.” pete said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “you’re such a brat, just sit on my face.”
“pete!” patrick squeaked, flushing bright red. “i’m too heavy…” patrick added quietly, staring down at his soft tummy in embarrassment and shame.
“baby,” petes eyes softened “you’re not too heavy. i love your curves, you know i do.”
“but i..”
“no. you’re stunning. i love your body so much. every single thing about it. from your tits to your toes.”
patrick softened a little bit. pete knew exactly how to butter him up. damn pete wentz and his charming smile and eloquently dirty words and calloused, talented fingers.
“i’m fat.” patrick said simply.
pete huffed. this was getting annoying. he hated hearing his star crossed lover put himself down. patrick was petes everything. words couldn’t describe how pete felt about his golden boy. additionally, pete was painfully turned on.
“you know what’s fat?” pete grinned “that pussy. now ride my face. please.”
“pete, i’ll crush you. you know i will.” patrick whined stubbornly.
“i know you won’t.” pete replied stubbornly.
“i don’t know about this, pete.” patrick said quietly.
“put your pussy on my goddamn face.” pete said sharply. in the voice he knew made patricks knees weak. “you love it when i eat you out. i know you do. look how turned on you are by the thought of riding my face. your panties are all soaked.”
pete gestured down towards patrick’s crotch. it’s true, his blue boxers were darkened with precome. his dick was straining beneath the tight cotton garment.
“fine. but if i break your neck, i’m not going to your funeral.” patrick huffed, finally giving in. pete grinned like a fucking madman after getting his way. he always got his way.
“‘death by stump puss’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” he hummed, throwing patrick’s boxers at the hamper and the younger boy slowly crawled up towards pete.
“god you fucking weirdo.” patrick let out a small laugh, half annoyed, but mostly enamored.
“you know it baby. now bring that ass here.”
patrick put his legs on either side of petes head hesitantly. he could hear petes breath hitch with excitement. he closed his eyes and bit his lip as he hesitantly lowered down.
“oh!” he gasped as he felt petes tongue circle around his ring. white hot pleasure coursed through him as pete pushed his tongue slowly into him. “oh!”
his thighs began to shake as he held himself over petes face, scared to put all his body weight onto his boyfriends face.
pete noticed. he put his hands on patricks chubby little hips and pulled him down sharply. patrick gasped as pete squeezed harshly at the soft flesh padding patrick’s hips. his tongue worked it’s way in and out of patrick’s muscle, quick and deliberate movements.
“unnnnggh” pete added a finger alongside his tongue. he moved them in and out in tandem. patrick’s thighs began to shake, this time, from pleasure. pete knew exactly how to make patrick come undone.
“daddy!” patrick cried out when petes tongue pressed into the younger boys prostate. pete, in response, moved his tongue and digits even faster. patrick couldn’t remember why he ever thought this was a bad idea. he was in heaven.
the ginger began to move his hips up and down, riding petes tongue. pete gripped patrick’s doughy hips and guided his boy up and down. the thrusts quickly became violent as patrick got closer. he threw his head up and let out breathy little moans.
“i love you!” patrick cried out as he came into his pumping fist. petes tongue continued to work in and out as he palmed his own cock.
a few moments later, pete was coming into his own hand. patrick sat solidly on petes face for a moment, chest heaving, over stimulated. eventually, clambered off his boyfriend and plopped down next to pete, nuzzling into his hard chest with a content sigh.
“see? i told you i wouldn’t die.” pete grinned smugly.
“i almost did.” patrick said through a yawn. “you’re really good at that.”
“mm” pete hummed in agreement “you should sit on my face more often.”