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“In no time, you’ll be begging me to kiss you.”
The thing is, Pat really had meant it. He had every intention of stirring Pran along, making him a weak begging mess inside his arms. However, Pat had failed to realize how much he liked being manhandled by Pran.
He likes it when Pran gets on top of him, he likes it when Pran takes both of his wrist in just one hand and presses them against the mattress, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t get a hard on every time Pran whispered closely to his ear, talking about all the thing he’ll like to do to him, and Pat was only human, one that would very much let Pran do whatever he wanted. Anything.
But that wasn’t what they had agreed on. Pat couldn’t just give in to his desire, not yet, Pran wasn’t ready. Right now, Pran was all talk and no action, and Pat couldn’t understand why. He knew Pran liked him, but maybe, he didn’t like him that way. Maybe he knew how much Pat wanted him and was using that to his advantage.
The sound of the door got him out of his own thoughts. He turned his head slightly just to greet Pran with a soft smile.
“Hey.” Pran said, leaving his keys and totebag in the little night table close to the door. Pat focused again on the fruit on the cut board, trying to ignore how cute Pran looked in his uniform. “How are you here so early?”
“My last two classes were cancelled, so I decided to swing by your place to have food ready when you got here.” Pat knew he was saying more than he was asked, but he couldn’t help it. The images of Pran pinning him down, his body close to Pat’s, were still very much in his brain. “I ordered Chinese but they say it’s gonna take a while, so I’m cutting you some fruit.”
“Whose considerate boyfriend is this?” Pran whispered, hugging him tightly from behind.
Pat went stiff, Pran’s closeness was too sudden to prepar himself and forbid his body to react.
“Are you sick? Why are you being clingy?” Pat huffed, trying to brush off the nervousness that was making his heart race.
“What?” Pran stopped hugging him (which was a shame, Pat loved hugs) and casually rested his hands on Pat’s hips. “I can’t be nice to you?”
“Of course you can, you just never are.”
Pran let out a soft laugh. “Oh, poor baby.” He said, and there was mockery in his voice. Pat tightened his grip on the knife handle. “Your boyfriend’s mean to you?”
“Pran…” Pat exhaled. Pran let out a small chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“What?” Pran’s hands were no longer holding Pat’s waist. They had crawled their way under Pat’s blue t-shirt, Pran’s palms flat against his stomach. “You want me to stop?”
Pat’s breath got caught up in his throat as he shook his head. “Go ahead.”
Go ahead? Who the fuck says that? Pat was sure Pran was gonna take a step back and laugh at him. He would say he was teasing, and that he got what he wanted: to embarras Pat.
That wasn’t the case at all.
Pran’s mouth fell into the back of Pat’s neck, and his hands traveled higher, the soft skin of his hands grasped Pat’s nipples, making him let out a soft sigh. Pat gripped the edges of the bar to prevent himself from falling down.
“If I’m so mean,” Pran said, mouth still pressed against Pat skin. “Let me make it up to you.”
Pran took one of his hands out from under Pat’s shirt, just for it to travel higher to hold his chin with his thumb and index finger. The rest of his hand was resting on his throat, holding him down. Pat moaned into Pran, throwing his own body backwards just to feel the entirety of Pran’s body against him.
“One day,” Pran breathed out right next to his ear. “I’m gonna fuck you, just like this.”
Pat did everything he could to repress the embarrassing sound that wanted to come out of him, but it was impossible. He moaned, his voice low and raspy, as Pran’s hold on his throat became tighter.
But Pat wasn’t going to let him win so easily. He grabbed the hand Pran was pressing on his stomach and guided it inside his shorts.
“Why not now?”
Pran’s breath shook, but he didn’t hesitate to let his hand travel lower and wrap his fingers around the length of Pat’s cock. He moved his hand slowly, up and down, up and down, his grip soft yet firm. Pat squirmed, holding Pran’s arm to support himself. That resulted in Pran tightening his grip on Pat’s jaw, making him tilt his head even further back, almost resting it on Pran’s shoulder. Pran took advantage of the proximity to caught Pat’s earlobe between his lips, sucking on it at the rhythm of the hand that was inside Pat’s shorts. Pat felt lighting coming down his spine, his whole body was hot, and he wanted more of Pran. Pat wanted all of him.
“Fuck.” Pat sighed, already feeling on edge. He could feel Pran’s mouth on his skin, occasionally darting out his tongue to lick along the side of his neck, making Pat shudder.
Pran’s grip became tighter and his moves were faster, and Pat didn’t know if he could deal with it. He had dreamed so many times of this moment, the moment where Pran would hold him down and did whatever he wanted to him.
Pat used the hand that was already on Pran’s arm to pull it out of his shorts.
“Pat?” He heard as he turned around to face Pran. He was blushing, and it looked like he had been biting his lower lip because it was slightly swollen and redder than usual.
He wanted to say something, he really did. He wanted to tell Pran that he felt ready, that they could go all the way. But Pran was gorgeous, and he was wearing that cute little worried expression on his face, that Pat forgot everything and just focused on kissing the shit out of his boyfriend.
Pran moaned as Pat shoved his tongue inside Pran’s mouth. The kiss was filthy, full of tongue and teeth and Pat couldn’t be happier even if he won the lottery.
“Bed.” Pat murmured against Pran’s lips. “Please?”
Pran let out a long moan against his mouth before holding his hand and basically dragging him to the bed. When they were close enough, Pran pushed him by the chest and climbed up on top of him, one leg at each side of Pat’s hips.
They stared at each other, studying each other faces. Pat wanted to kiss him so bad, but Pran had other plans. He took the hem of Pat’s shirt and pulled it out of his body, hands immediately resting on Pat’s chest when the piece of clothing touched the floor. Pran ran his fingers through his chest, touch delicate and loving.
Pran sank down to catch one of Pat’s nipples between his lips, and Pat’s hands flew to Pran’s hair almost immediately.
“Fuck, Pran.” He moaned when Pran gave a particularly hard suck on his nipple, making Pat arch his back against his mouth. Pran’s pressed his other hand on Pat’s stomach to hold him down.
Pat felt like he might die if he didn’t kiss Pran immediately, so he took him by the shoulders and pushed him up until Pran got the message and hovered over Pat to cover his mouth with his own. Pat was too into the way Pran stick out his tongue to lick the inside of his mouth to realize Pran had grabbed both of his wrist with one hand and pinned them down above his head. It was until Pat felt the pressure around his throat that he realized he was once again submitted under Pran’s touch. Pat squirmed and Pran’s grip on his wrist became tighter, stronger, making Pat let out a soft groan. Pran suddenly backed down, now fully sitting on Pat’s lap, letting go of his throat and hands.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. Pran was looking at him like he had found all the secrets of the universe.
Pat covered his face with his hands and nodded. “Thought that was obvious by now.”
Pran let out a soft laugh. “I had my suspicions.”
“Shut up.” Pat felt how Pran took him by the wrist again to get his hands away from his face. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“What else do you like?” Pran ignored his request, still looking intensely at him, his gaze burning Pat’s skin.
“Can we not talk about this now?”
“I can’t think of a better time to talk about this.” To prove a point, Pran grinned down on Pat’s evident hard on, making both of them moan. “And communication is very important.”
“Okay, okay.” Pat grabbed his hips to stop him from doing it again. “But you have to tell me too… what you like.”
“I’m not sure, actually. I’ve never done this before.”
Pat huffed. “And you think I have?”
“I know you’ve never been with a guy before,” Pran’s tone was soft. “but it doesn’t have to be that different from being with a girl, right?”
“Pran, I’ve never done this before.” He looked Pran directly into his eyes. “With anyone.”
Pran laughed a little too hard at that, but stopped when Pat didn’t laugh with him.
“Oh, you’re serious.” His smile turned into a grin. “But you’ve had like sixteen girlfriends.”
Pat rolled his eyes. “I’ve been in 2 serious relationships in my entire life, and they weren’t that long. It never got to that.”
“Oh.”
They stayed silent for a bit. Pat should have guessed that Pran assumed he was very experienced when it came to love. The truth was, Pat had been played by almost every girl he had ever been interested in. He knew he fell too hard, too quickly, and those girls knew it too. They liked to hang out with him in public places where they could show him off without caring about what he wanted and people could compliment on his looks before Pat even said hello. It had took a lot of time (and some punches from Pa) to make him come to his senses and get out of those relationships.
“Was I your first kiss?” Pat broke the silence. He doesn’t even know where the question came from.
Pran shook his head. “I kissed a guy at camp when I was fifteen.”
“Didn’t I went to the same camp?” Pran nodded. “You were kissing guys and then fighting with me in the same day?” He shrugged his shoulders and Pat huffed. “Who was he? What’s his name?”
“Why do you want to know that?”
“Pran…” A warning.
Pran rolled his eyes. “His name was Nok, and he was a year older than us.”
“I remember him!” Pat actually did remember him. Tall guy, tanned skin and glasses. Pat wouldn’t describe him as handsome, but he wasn’t so bad. “He let go off the rope during tug of war so I would fall down in the mud!”
“He sort of did that because of me.” Pran laughed when Pat hit him in the shoulder. “He had a crush on me and he knew you and I didn’t get along…”
“I can’t believe you kissed that jerk.”
“I think we are getting out of track here.”Pran moved on Pat’s lap, earning a hiss from him. “We were in the middle of something.”
Pat’s grip on Pran’s hip became stronger, and Pran let his mouth hang open at the feeling. “Is he a better kisser than me?”
“Pat…”
Pat ran his open palms on Pran’s thighs, slow and seductive. It seemed to be working (and he would look more into this matter in a while) because Pran’s eyes lost focus as he stared down at him.
“Answer the question.”
Pran shook his head. “He was nervous and sweaty and it was his first time too. It was nice, but that’s it.” He couldn’t help to smile at that. Of course he wasn’t a better kisser than Pat. “Now can we go back to…?”
“I don’t know what to tell you.” Pat started working on the button of Pran’s shorts.
“How about this?” Pat huffed, frustrated. All this talk was distracting them from the actual fun part of this. “I tell you one thing and you tell me one, so it doesn’t feel like an interrogation.” Pat rolled his eyes but nodded. “I like your arms.”
Pat lifted one eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “Really?”
“Shit, Pat!” Pran hit him on the chest. “Don’t make me regret going first.”
“Okay, okay.” Pat grabbed one of Pran’s hands and guided it to his lips to place a soft kiss on his palm. “I like your mouth.”
Pran smirked at that. “I like when you say my name.”
“I like when you talk...” Pat could feel his face getting warm.
“I like when you beg.” His tone was firm, challenging. Pat liked it a bit more than he would admit.
“I like when you pin me down.” Pat said almost immediately after Pran was done talking. It sounded too sincere for his own good.
“I like when you listen to me and do what I tell you.”
“I like when you put your hands around my throat.” Pran eye’s sparkled at that. “And when you’re a little mean to me.”
“I like when you tell me when you like what I’m doing.” Pran took the hem of his own shirt and pulled it out of his body.
Pran wasn’t as fit as Pat, but he had lean, firm muscles than made Pat go insane every time he looked at him. Pat couldn’t help but to reach out his hands to grip Pran’s waist, pulling him down a bit so Pran was hovering over him.
“I like when you’re loud.” Pat whispered, looking straight into Pran’s eye with that new short distance between them.
Pran wasn’t staring at his eyes. Instead, his gaze was glued to the way Pat was chewing on his lower lip. They had done stuff, kissing mostly, nothing below the belt. This was different. Pat could feel how much Pran wanted him. “I think we’ve talked enough.”
Pat let out a soft chuckle. He ran his hands through Pran’s sides and pressed a hand on his lower back to push him even further down.
“What happened to the importance of communication?” Pat ran his tongue through his lower lip just to get a reaction out of Pran.
It worked.
“I think I made my point clear.” Pran said, eyes now dark and full of what could only be define as pure lust. He leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on the side of Pat’s throat. Pat moaned and tightened his grip on Pran’s thighs.
The next thing Pat knew was that they were kissing, open mouthed since the start, tongues battling each other to decide who had control over this new situation. Pat didn’t really care about winning or losing anymore, and by the way Pran was moaning into Pat’s mouth, he didn’t care much either.
Letting their previously established dynamic a side, Pat ran the palm of his hands through Pran’s lower back until he couldn’t resist anymore and grabbed Pran’s ass with both hands, just to guide Pran’s body to move against him to create that delicious friction he had been craving for so long. They had been kissing for what seemed like hours, until Pran let go of his mouth to catch Pat’s right earlobe between his lips. Pat gasped and added more strength to his grip on Pran’s ass, making them both moan out loud.
Pat knew how badly he wanted Pran. Every time Pran teased him, flirted with him, Pat’s heart would skip a beat and he would feel warm all over. Right now, as he had Pran on top of him, whimpering and rocking against him, Pat could only confirm that he would want Pran like this forever.
“Wait, wait, Pran.” Pat pushed him by the shoulders with almost no strength. Pran leaned back, looking down on him as he bit his lower lip. “How are we gonna do this?”
“What do you mean?”
Was Pran really going to make him say it?
“Who’s going to…” Pat gestured with his hands. “you know?”
“Oh.” Pran let out a soft laugh. He raised his hand and caressed Pat’s cheek. Pat leaned into the touch. “I can do it either way if it’s with you.”
“Same here.” Pat smiled at him and Pran gave him a warm smile in return. He was beautiful. God, Pat loved him so much. “But what do you want right now?”
Pran sighed and ran his fingers from Pat cheek to his throat, just resting them there. Pat’s breath hitched. “I would very much enjoy fucking you right now.” Pat let his mouth hang open. Pran was going to be the death of him. “If that’s okay with you.”
Pat dragged him down by the neck to kiss him. Pat loved kissing Pran. The way Pran twirls his tongue inside Pat’s mouth, the way he sucks on Pat’s lower lip and how he whimpers into his mouth like he’s desperate for Pat.
Pran started working on Pat’s pants as he kissed down his chest. Pat’s whole body shivered, arching itself up against Pran’s mouth. When he was finally done with the button, Pran dragged Pat’s jean shorts down his thighs until they were no longer on his body.
Pat’s eyes were glued to Pran’s face. He never though that in a million years he would have seen Pran like that, licking his lips at the sight of Pat’s clothed cock. But there they were, with Pran palming Pat through the fabric of his boxers, looking up at him.
“Baby,” Pran said in a low voice. “Enjoying the view?” Pat wanted to laugh. He wanted to make a snarky comment to save his pride and let Pran know he wasn’t in control. Instead, the only thing he could do was moan at the feeling of Pran kissing and bitting on his inner thigh. “You taste nice.”
He didn’t mean to, he didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly Pat’s hands were on Pran’s head, taking his hair into a fist. He felt the vibration of Pran’s groan on the skin of his thigh. Pat threw his head back at the feeling.
Pran bit and licked before pulling away, making Pat whimper and press Pran’s head down so he didn’t go too far. Pran took his wrists to loosen his grip until they were no longer pushing him. Pat looked at him, confused and obviously frustrated, until he realized why Pran was crawling to the side of the bed.
“I’m going to get you ready, okay?” Pran whispered as he took the lube and condoms out of the bottom drawer of his night table. Pat nodded and pouted. Pran got it immediately, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “If you want me to stop, at any moment, you just need to say so. It’s okay if you change your mind.” Pran said, and Pat wanted to cry.
Pat often though he was too much. He loved Pran too strongly, pampering him with kisses and hugging him every time he had a chance. He would tell Pran that he loved him as soon as he woke up and every night before going to bed. Pran would call him a big clingy puppy, roll his eyes and laugh. Pat would laugh with him too, even though deep down, he was scared. He didn’t know how he could live if Pran stopped loving him; if he realized Pat was not really what he wanted. If he grew tired of his constant teasing, and found someone more serious, more proper.
But moments like this, when Pran looked at him like that; like he was the only person in the world and nothing else mattered except them two, Pat’s heart felt at ease.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.” He said, and Pran gave him one of those cute smiles Pat loved so much. “But you need to tell me too.”
“I’m pretty positive that’s not gonna happen,” Pran looked down on Pat’s torso and then back at his face. “but sure.”
Pat blushed. He knew he was hot, he had worked hard on his body since he got to college and had received many compliments since then. He wasn’t sure Pran saw him that way or that he even cared that Pat had muscles or abs. He’d never mentioned before, but it seemed like maybe he paid more attention than Pat had thought.
Pran covered two of his fingers with lube, being careful not to spill anything in the bed. Pat’s heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his throat. Pran placed a hand on one of Pat’s knees to spread his legs wider before gently rubbing his rim with his fingers. Pat’s whole body shook before he realized he didn’t think this through. Pran was going to be inside him. Pran was about to fuck him with his fingers and Pat didn’t even know what that meant exactly.
“I’ll start with one,” Pran said, looking at Pat straight in the eyes. Pat nodded. “I’ll be gentle, but remember you can tell me to stop whenever.” Pat didn’t even know if he nodded again. Suddenly, all his senses were focused on the feeling of Pran’s finger inside of him. Pat flinched. “Does it hurt?”
Pat shook his head. “I’m just not used to it.” It was true. Pat wasn’t feeling pain, just a slight discomfort. “You can move.”
Pran apparently didn’t need to be told twice. He started pushing the digit in and out of Pat, trying his best to get him used to the feeling. When Pat’s face relaxed, Pran added another one and crooked his fingers slightly.
“Fuck.” Pat cried when the feeling made his whole body go stiff. “That was good.”
Pran bit his lower lip and repeated the motion of his fingers. Pat let out a long moan. “Like this, baby?” Pran’s voice was so impossibly low that it sent shivers down Pat’s spine. Pat nodded, and soon enough, Pran was fucking him with his fingers at a steady rhythm. “You look so good- shit.” Pat didn’t know if it was because Pran was talking like that or because of the way he pushed his fingers in and out of him at a deliciously slow pace, but the feeling of discomfort was long gone. Pat’s mind went blank and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing down on Pran’s hand.
“Pran-“ He whimpered his boyfriend’s name. Pran’s eyes, that were glued to his fingers disappearing inside Pat, looked up at him. “I need to kiss you, please.”
Pran moved from between Pat’s knees to lay on his side, supporting himself on one arm while the other was still between Pat’s legs, pushing his fingers in and out of him. Pat turned his head and immediately caught his boyfriend’s lips into a wet, messy kiss. Pran’s tongue was fully inside Pat’s mouth, licking while he crooked his fingers, hitting a spot that made Pat throw his hands around Pran’s shoulders and hold tightly to him.
Pat, so lost in the absolute bliss of being fucked by Pran, bucked his hips up to chase after the feeling. He never knew this could feel so good. Pran kept kissing the life out of him while twisting his hand to keep hitting that spot that made Pat feel like he was about to cry.
Pran let go off his mouth just to kiss his way from Pat’s cheek to his ear. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.” He whispered. Pat cried, pushing himself down against Pran’s hand. “You don’t know how many times I jerked off thinking of you like this, so desperate for me.” If Pran kept talking like that, Pat would come at any second. Pat tried to turn his head to kiss him, but Pran ignored him, lips glued to Pat’s earlobe. “Begging for my cock.”
“Please.” If begging was what Pran wanted, who was Pat to deny it to him? Pran added a third finger, making Pat throw his head back against the pillow. He was starting to feel lightheaded, the bend of Pran’s fingers inside him was just right to make him lose his mind. “Please- please.”
Pran got his head out of the crook of Pat’s neck to look down at him. His eyes were dark and Pat felt like he was looking at a completely different person. “What do you want, baby?”
Pat didn’t know if he had the capacity to speak at that moment, so he just took Pran’s face and dragged him down to meet his lips in a bruising kiss. Pran was panting against his mouth, letting Pat know he was feeling just as aroused as he was. “Fuck me, please.” He backed down just a little, his lips still brushing against Pran’s as he spoke. “I need you.”
“Shit.” Pran chocked out, sliding his fingers out of Pat and moving on the bed to position himself between Pat’s knees. “Is this how you want it?”
Pat followed every move Pran made. From getting the condom from the top drawer (Pat wrote a note on his mind to ask why he was so prepared) to ripping the wrapping and putting the condom on his dick. “I want to see you.”
Pran nodded. He positioned himself in between Pat’s thighs and tightened the grip of his hand on Pat’s skin as he lined himself up. Pat took a deep breath as Pran slowly pushed himself inside him.
“Are you okay?” Pran asked, his tone soft and worried.
Pat threw hands behind himself to hold onto the pillow beneath his head and nodded. It didn’t hurt, it just felt different to anything he ever experienced before. “Do I feel good?”
Pran smiled and leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. “You feel amazing.”
Pat smiled back at him. He could see Pran’s love for him in his eyes. Pat had never trusted someone as much as he trusted Pran. “You can move.”
Pran put his whole weight on his knees. “If you ever want to stop, just say the word and I will.”
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, and Pat was already feeling on edge. Pran started slow, patiently setting a rhythm that Pat could adjust to without feeling overwhelmed. Pat found his boyfriend adorable for taking such good take of him, but in that moment, he wanted to feel Pran completely.
Pat pressed the heel of his feet into Pran’s lower back, urging him to go faster. Pran, so incredibly witty as always, took the hint. He fastened his movements, occasionally angling his hips to find out which spots made Pat’s mouth open wider and tighten his grip on the pillows.
“You’re so hot.” Pran said when Pat made a particularly loud noise at the snap of Pran’s hips. Pran’s gaze was constantly shifting from Pat’s face to his arms. “Your body is gorgeous.” Pran leaned over, hovering over Pat to press Pat’s forehead against his, hands caressing and gripping Pat’s abs. Pat let go of the pillows to hug Pran’s shoulders and push him downwards for an open mouthed kiss. “Fuck.” He breathed against Pat’s lips.
Pat, knowing how much his boyfriend loved dirty talk, wanted to contribute to the conversation. The only problem was, he was pretty sure Pran was fucking him stupid, the only thing he could manage to do was moan into Pran’s mouth. Every thrust was faster, harder, deeper, and Pat had never been more turned on in his life.
“You’re driving me insane.” Pran breathed against his cheek, slowly making his way down from Pat’s neck to his chest, letting his tongue pressed against the hard bud. Pat groaned, low and guttural, arching his body against Pran’s mouth.
“Oh shit.” The feeling of Pran’s tongue on his chest with the hard snap of his hips started to make Pat feel dizzy. He dragged his fingers through Pran’s hair and tugged. Pran moaned against his skin.
Pran leaned back, fully sitting on his knees again. Pat reached out for him, trying to get him to stay as close as possible, but Pran clearly had other plans. They looked at each other’s eyes while Pat held onto Pran’s forearms and Pran gripped his biceps to drag him down to meet his thrusts, the bed creaking underneath them.
“I’m the only one who’s ever going to get to know you like this.” Pran said in a low, broken voice. “No one will see you like this, hear you like this. You’re mine.” To prove his point, Pran angles his hips, searching for that sweet spot that made Pat let out a loud cry.
Pat was gasping for air at that point. He could feel the heat pooling on his lower stomach, a warning of the inevitable ending. Pat desperately didn’t want it to end, but he was so hard, and the way Pran was looking at him, with his lower lip between his teeth and eyes as dark as the night surrounding them. Pat didn’t even realize how time went by so fast, but he didn’t care. It was always like that with Pran. There weren’t enough hours in the day to fulfill the time Pat wanted to spend with him.
“Pran.” Pat didn’t recognize his own voice. If it was someone else, he would make fun of them because of how fucked out they sounded. “Pran, I’m gonna-“
“Me too.” Pran said, letting go off Pat’s arms to instead rest his weight on his elbows, hovering over Pat again. Pat wrapped hands around Pran’s back. Pat would never admit this out loud, but the weight of Pran’s body on top of him drove him absolutely crazy. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“Shit.” Pran’s lips were glued to Pat’s earlobe, occasionally darting out his tongue to suck on the flesh. “Pran, Pran, please-“
“I got you.” He whispered, the rhythm of his thrust becoming sloppier. “Come for me, baby. Let me hear your pretty moans as I fill you up with my cock.”
Pat would like to say that he could hold on a little longer, make Pran really work for it. But the truth was, Pran’s voice in his ear was enough to send him over the edge. His body twitched and twisted as he came, filling his stomach with his own cum. His legs were trembling by the time Pran pulled out and slide the condom off his dick. Pran stood up to throw the condom away and grab a towel to clean Pat up. After Pat was not shaking anymore and completely dry, Pran laid next to him and pulled the sheets to cover them both.
Pat scooted over and then he realized. “You’re still hard.”
Pran smiled at him at caressed his cheek. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it later.”
“But-“ He tried to protest.
“You’re tired.” Pran interrupted. “And right now I want to kiss your face until you fall asleep.”
As much as that sounded nice, it wouldn’t do. Pat took his hand from underneath the covers and spit on his hand, all while looking at Pran in the eyes. He was sure Pran would call him gross and push him away, but when that didn’t happen, Pat slid his hand through Pran’s chest, down his stomach, until he reaches his goal. Pat wrapped his hand around Pran’s length, enjoying the way Pran’s cheeks turned red as he bit down his tongue to suppress a moan.
“That’s not fair.” Pat leaned closer, catching Pran’s lower lip in his mouth. Pran easily let him do as he wanted, sucking his tongue as he sped up the movement of his hand. “You fucked me so well, didn’t you? And you absolutely loved it. You like seeing me lose my sanity over you, over your body. You like knowing how fucking horny you make me.” Pat said against his mouth.
Pran let out a low, broken moan as he came. Pat let him push against his hand until his body was no longer twitching. Pat wanted to get up and grab a towel to take care of Pran just like Pran had taken care of him, but if he was being honest, his legs weren’t responding to him. When he admitted that to Pran, he laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” He said as Pran stood up to clean himself. Pat simply ran his wet hand through the sheet when Pran wasn’t looking. “You literally just came in my hand, sir. Who should be laughing?”
He was expecting a big reaction from Pran. Instead, he slid right back to the bed and wrapped his arms around Pat. “Did you know you came untouched?”
Pat lifted himself up with his elbow to look at his face. “What?”
Pran had that stupid grin on his face. He looked absolutely stunning. Fuck Pran and his beauty. “I made my boyfriend come without touching his dick so, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be laughing.”
Pat hit him in the chest before letting himself drop back to the bed and hug his boyfriend (!!!) back. “Has anyone every told you you’re annoying?”
“People think I’m a delight to be around.” Pran kissed Pat’s hair, shifting in the bed to hold Pat tighter.
“Yeah, right.” Pat closed his eyes, suddenly feeling extremely relaxed.
“Hey, Pat?” Pat made a ‘mhm’ sound, already half asleep. “I love you.”
Pat left a kiss on Pran’s chest. “I love you too.”