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“think about it. ‘you want apologies, girl you might hold your breath’ sounds cool.”
“pete,” patrick huffed, red faced with anger. “we’re not putting ‘girl’ there. im not R fucking Kelly.”
“patrick, patrick, patrick,” pete tutted. “you gotta trust me on this. you told me yourself you think im a better lyricist than you.”
patrick tightened his hands into fists and seethed.
“i said that so i could get into your pants.” he spat.
“you’re a real bitch, you know that patrick?” pete shoved patrick away from him. “you think you fucking know everything. you’re a fucking kid.”
“fuck. you. you’re some college drop out who thinks he’s hot shit.” patrick screamed, face burning hot with rage. he couldn’t stand when people acted like he didn’t know about music just because he was a kid.
“that’s it!” pete snapped, grabbing patrick’s wrist tightly and dragged him to the couch in the corner of the studio. “someone’s gotta teach you a fucking lesson.”
“get off me, you dick!” patrick squirmed in an unsuccessful attempt to get loose from petes righting grip. but petes arme were hardened and toned from years of sports. patrick hated himself for thinking about them holding him down as he was fucked violently into. he and pete were arguing, dammit, he shouldn’t be thinking about getting destroyed.
“you need to be punished.” pete said sternly. patrick shivered at the toned. “you need to learn to behave.”
pete sat down on the couch and bent patrick across his lap. oh.
pete unzipped patrick’s pants violently and pulled them down letting them pool around his ankle. the two boys hardening cocks pressed against each other. pete rubbed his palm across patrick’s ass gently a few times before pulling his briefs down, letting them rest with his tattered blue jeans. the younger boys cock sprung free and he ground down, the friction from petes jeans burning in a pleasant manner.
“how many hits do you think you deserve? huh?” pete asked, tapping his fingers against patrick’s plump ass. pete was seething and horny, but he took a moment to admire patrick’s backside. it was perfectly rounded and milky white, begging to be marked. patrick had a good amount of meat on his bones, making his ass soft and playable.
“none.” patrick responded, humping down on pete lap like the desperate, horny, teenager he is.
“you’re such a brat, you know that?” pete said sharply. “we’re gonna start with ten. and if you talk back to me it’s gonna be fifteen. sound good?”
patrick huffed in response.
“answer me.” pete pulled patrick’s hair so that patrick was looking at petes scowl.
“yes.” patrick bit.
“good girl.” pete grinned, soothing patrick’s ass. “i want you to count them out okay? i’m gonna start now. and you’re not going to cum until we’re done. i know that’s gonna be hard for you. you’re such a little slut. but you listen to me or you get more. you ready?”
patrick nodded, very desperately. he wanted to cum so bad. and as much as he knew he was a bitch, he loved to please his boyfriend.
patrick gasped as pete’s hand came down onto his ass. the smack sent a sharp echo throughout the room.
“one.” patrick said as pete rubbed his tender ass cheeks.
pete smacked down again and again. each time patrick let out a strangled noise, a cross between a yelp and a moan. after each spank, pete rubbed circles into patrick’s ass, soothing the handprints.
“two. three. four.” patrick continued, rutting down against pete lap.
“10!” patrick gasped. tears streaked down his face, a mix of shame and lust.
“good girl.” pete cooed, rubbing gentle circles onto patrick’s red skin. “you did so good for me. you can cum if you want.”
patrick did as told, cumming in hot bursts onto petes lap. he whined loudly as he did. hot, pete thought.
“you gonna help me out here, slut?” pete asked. patrick nodded lazily and unzipped petes pants, wrapping his chubby hand around petes dark cock and jerked. it only took a few minutes before pete was cumming into patrick’s hand. the younger boy lifted his hand to his mouth and lapped up the cum.
pete couldn’t help but to let out a low groan.
“did we learn our lesson?” pete asked.
“yes…” patrick replied, red faced with shame.
“so you’re not gonna be a brat in the studio tomorrow, hmm?”
“no. i promise.”
“good girl.” pete cooed at his boyfriend, stroking his sweat soaked red hair. “are you okay? i didn’t hurt you too bad?”
“no, i’m okay.” patrick assured pete. “i love you. i’m sorry for being a bitch.”
“it’s okay baby. i love you too.”
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the next day patrick limped a bit, wincing when he sat down.
“i think we should change this verse. that okay, rick?” pete asked.
“yeah, that’s fine.” patrick said.
“good girl.” pete replied with a cheshire grin.
“what the fuck just happened.” joe asked in disgust. “don’t do your weird kinks around me, we talked about this.”