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Just after 11pm, Pran was in bed sketching, only the bedside table lamp on, when he heard the front door open. He thought about going to sleep earlier, but he realised he was kidding himself, he was itching to see Pat. He smiled to himself as he began putting his pencils and sketchbook away. He didn’t want to overwhelm him though, so he stayed where he was and checked his phone instead.
Pat, who had abandoned his bag and jacket on the couch, opened the door quietly, expecting Pran to be asleep. His eyes lit up when he saw that he was still awake. “Baby…” he pouted and stayed in the doorway for a few seconds, just staring at Pran as his shoulders slumped, the tension from the day washing away now that he was at home.
“Come here” Pran said after he put his phone on the side table and tapped his thigh gently. Pat didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled onto the bed like a dog who was tired after a long walk and slumped down with a quiet ‘oof’, his head resting sideways on Pran’s thighs, his long legs hanging off the edge of his side of the bed. One hand came to rest on Pat’s chest, the other was busy, fingers carding through his hair, gently stroking his scalp. “Do you want a drink or anything?” he asked after noticing Pat’s lips were a little chapped.
“No” Pat turned so he was facing Pran, wrapping both arms around his back. He snuggled his face into Pran’s stomach, nuzzling the t-shirt, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “Missed you”. Pran stroked up and down the middle of Pat’s back and continued to stroke his head.
“Oh, oh, oh… my puppy can’t be away from me for less than a day?” Pran cooed as he lightly tugged on his hair.
“No” Pat spoke against his stomach so it came out a little muffled. “I think I’d die if I didn’t get to see you every day”. Pran faltered and frowned a little. He wanted to talk to Pat about his interest in an overseas internship but he could never find the right time. And he truly felt the same way about Pat. He pushed it to the back of his mind, deciding it was selfish to think about himself when he had a boyfriend in need of comfort in his lap.
They talked about Pat’s busy day for a while, he was more than happy to lay in Pran’s lap and Pran was happy to listen. It got to midnight when Pat finally sat up, groaning and stretching. “I’m gonna take a shower” he yawned and made his way to their en-suite. Pran got out of bed and got out a clean pair of shorts for Pat to wear. Whilst he was in the shower, Pran retrieved Pat’s bag and coat and put them away. He knocked on the bathroom door and then entered, picking up Pat’s clothes from the floor. He peaked at Pat, who was washing his legs, and tore his eyes away before he could think of any dirty thoughts. He put the clothes in the laundry basket and retrieved a towel for him, hanging it up on the door. He got two glasses of water from the kitchen, putting one on the tables on either side of their bed.
He climbed back on and resumed scrolling through social media and his camera roll until Pat eventually came out, turning the light off behind him. He was towel-drying his hair when he sat on the edge of the bed. Pran couldn’t help it, he flicked his eyes and looked over Pat’s back, watching the water droplets travel down and sink into the towel that was snug around his hips. Pran moved so he knelt behind him on the bed. Pat felt the mattress dip and he smiled softly, letting go of the towel at the moment Pran picked it from his hands. Pran dried his hair methodically and softly, letting him lean back against him. “Done. You can relax now” Pran said as he threw the towel into their laundry basket. Pat stood up but Pran pulled him back down by his shoulders, pushing him down into the bed.
Pat raised his eyebrows inquisitively at him and gave him an apologetic smile as he recognised the look in Pran’s eyes. He remembered what Pran said that morning and he remembered wanting to demand a reward, but he was so tired, he wasn’t sure if he’d be fully into it. Whilst Pat got horny much more frequently, Pran lasted much, much longer. Even though he did clean himself thoroughly in the shower, Pat didn’t think he had the strength for it now.
“I’m tired” he whined feebly, pressing his hand against Pran’s chest even as Pran pouted lightly. Despite the light pressure from Pat’s hand, Pran leaned down to capture his lips in a chaste kiss. Pran didn’t kiss him again, but he also didn’t move away either, he just stared into his eyes. Pat chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for Pran to ask him, waited for Pran to say anything. But Pran didn’t talk. And the silence made Pat squirm.
The hand he had pressed against Pran’s chest to stop his advances slowly twisted against the fabric. He gripped it so he wouldn’t go away. Pran smirked and still he didn’t kiss him. But he did move so he was half leaning over him. He rested one forearm next to Pat’s head so he could still play with his hair. His other hand was lower, gliding his fingers from his ankle, then up his leg till he hooked his hand under his knee and lifted it. He pulled it so it was as close as possible to his head without being uncomfortable. He did all this whilst keeping his eyes locked with Pat’s, “if you’re tired, let me take care of you” he leaned down and peppered kisses to his knee, finally looking away. “I’ve been thinking about it all day”.
“Thinking about me all day?” Pat asked, feeling like he had to catch his breath when the intense staring was over. “Who can’t be away from who, exactly?”.
“You’re right” Pran looked up through his eyelashes, “I was thinking about you all day. Thinking about all the ways I could take your stress away. All the ways I could take you apart and make you feel better” he gave his knee one final kiss. “Unless… you don’t want your reward for working so hard today?” he sat back and instead of letting go of his knee he pushed it to the side. He watched as Pat swallowed, clearly contemplating giving in or revelling in their push-pull antics.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” Pat asked, trying to sound like he wasn’t at all interested (and doing a bad job of it). He sat up a little and leaned on his elbows for support.
“I want to make you cum with my hands and fingers” Pran shrugged like what he’d said didn’t mean anything.
“Oh”
“Can I do that, Pat? Can I help you? Do you want me to make you feel better?”
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. This is all for you, that’s more than enough for me” Pran assured him and leaned forward, slowly untucking the towel from his waist. Pat didn’t tell him no yet, but Pran wanted him to say yes. “Well?”. Pat nodded slowly at first and when he saw the smile on Pran’s face he nodded vigorously. Pran climbed off the bed and Pat sat up properly, about to object. “Tell me”.
“I- yes, baby, I-I always want you” he stammered, eyes following Pran as he walked around to his bedside table. “What are you doing?”.
“I’m taking this seriously”, Pran said as he took out a bottle of lube from the bottom drawer. He tossed it gently and it landed between Pat’s legs. He then began building up their pillows against the centre of the headboard, except for one he left on the side of the bed. “Lay back” he instructed. As Pat scrambled into the middle of the bed, Pran took the opportunity to flatten the towel from his waist on the bed underneath his ass. Pat propped himself against the pillows and sank into them, watching Pran like a hawk.
“I don’t want to be the only one naked” Pat rushed out, realising Pran still had a t-shirt and shorts on.
“Okay, whatever you want”, Pran smiled and pushed his shorts down and kicked them away, leaving his boxer briefs on. He kneeled on the bed, pulled his top over his head and instead of throwing it on the floor he leaned over Pat, “lift your head” he said and when Pat did, he laid his t-shirt on the pillow under his head. “You know…” he hummed as he got himself in position between Pat’s legs, “that’s the t-shirt I wore all day” he smirked.
The cogs in Pat’s brain turned quickly as he realised it meant it would smell very much like Pran. And it did, his scent was strong and he wanted to roll over and just breathe it in but the look on Pran’s face was so sexy that he didn’t want to miss it, “you thought of everything. I… might’ve cleaned up.” Pat murmured, raking his eyes over Pran’s chest, stomach and hips. Pran was doing the same to him and they smiled at each other knowingly. They loved each other’s bodies more than anything else.
“Good boy” Pran praised as he manoeuvred Pat into a slightly more comfortable position, pulling the spare pillow under the small of his back. A few years ago, Pat might’ve felt self-conscious about a position like this; his knees were raised and spread wide, his hips lifted off the bed; it went against everything he thought he knew about sex with men, more specifically his role in sex with Pran. But he’d learnt over the years that he didn’t need to be shy around Pran, he didn’t need to be in control either, he didn’t need to be on top. In fact, he loved being on his back for Pran.
Pran moved up the bed so his knees were spread and tucked under Pat’s thighs, “you can rest your legs on my thighs if you want to” he said and then drizzled the lube over Pat’s semi-hard cock. He dropped the bottle and took him in his hand, “be as loud as you want, I want to hear you”.
“That’s up to you” Pat couldn’t help being just a little competitive. “If I’m quiet then you’re doing a bad job”.
“That’s true” Pran nodded and worked the lube all over his cock and balls. “Since you’re always loud, that must mean I do an amazing job every time”. He drizzled a more over the fingers of his other hand and whilst he slowly pumped his fist up and down, he rubbed small circles against his hole.
“M-maybe” Pat’s breath caught in his throat but he regained himself. He reached both arms back and held onto the pillows behind his head. Pran watched his biceps as he moved then flicked back to his face. Pat looked smug because he knew Pran loved his arms. “Maybe I just pretend, for your benefit, you know I don’t want to bruise your ego”.
“Is that so…” Pran hummed and dipped his middle finger inside ever so slightly, Pat gritted his teeth and remained silent, a challenging look in his eyes. “So, you’re not going to be making any noise tonight? None at all?”.
“Nope” Pat shook his head “you want to bet? If I make no noise, I don’t do any chores for a week”.
“You barely do chores now. Besides, I don’t need to bet” Pran smirked “I know you’re lying”, he pushed in a little further and changed the position of his hand on his cock, twisting the opposite direction. Pat’s abs rippled under the skin and he looked away from Pran as he tried to control his breathing. “I’m curious to see how long you’ll last, so fine, deal”.
They kept up the game for five or so minutes, with Pran slowly working him open till he could fit two fingers inside. Pat was rock solid in his hand; veiny, red and leaking and Pran was entranced by him the entire time; Pat’s resilience was incredible. He didn’t make any noise, his eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth kept opening as if he was going to moan and his breathing was ragged. He occasionally faced the t-shirt on the pillow and groaned as he inhaled. Pran watched Pat’s muscles twitch and quiver whenever he squeezed his most sensitive areas and he could see his sweat shimmering in the warm lamplight. Pat was clutching the pillows beneath him, occasionally gripping a different pillow, pushing them further away from him without realising. Pran was impressed, but he wanted to see him fall apart. The quickest way to do that was to stop avoiding his prostate.
When Pran twisted his fingers downward and pressed against it, Pat’s eyes flew open. A deep guttural groan came from him and he cursed when he realised, he’d lost at his own game. Pran smirked and removed his fingers slowly and pushed them back in directly into the same place. He did this a few times, speeding up till the moans that were coming from Pat were whiny and higher in pitch. Pran let go of his cock and Pat hissed in frustration.
Pran, with his fingers still inside, moved up the bed till he was above him, his forearm next to Pat’s head again. Pat let go of the pillows and cupped the back of Pran’s neck and head, pulling him down for a vicious kiss that was all tongue, teeth and spit.
“Are you close, baby?” Pran panted lightly. Pat used the pet name a lot, whereas Pran reserved it for special occasions, such as times like this. “Look at you, leaking all over yourself” he tutted as he pushed in a third finger alongside the two inside already. Pat dropped his head back against the pillows, his hips and lower back arched beautifully off the pillow and he moaned loudly as he tried to thrust back against Pran’s fingers. Pran groaned quietly and drank in the sound, he looked down at the magnificent sight of Pat’s pure desperation.
“Pran- not enough, in, I need you in” Pat twisted his fingers through Pran’s hair, “fuck me”.
“Hmm?” Pran pretended not to hear him, he licked over his collarbone as he continued to finger him.
“Baby” he groaned, tugged Pran’s head up and then pulled him in for another kiss “I need- fuck!”.
“You said you were too tired” Pran teased as he kissed along his jaw till he reached his ear. He sucked on his earlobe and then kissed his cheek.
“I don’t care” he keened, shaking his head in pleasure, “please-please-please-”.
Pran hushed him and kissed him again, “hang on” he pulled his fingers out and Pat whined at the empty feeling. Pran reached over to the bedside table to retrieve a condom and Pat pulled him back by his shoulder and neck.
“No, no” he shook his head frantically this time “no, need you, not that”.
“Pat, I’m-”
“I need to feel you” he begged and Pran instantly gave in. Who was he to deny Pat what he needed?
Pran clambered off the bed and pushed his underwear down. He’d gotten hard pretty much as soon as they started so the front was soaked with his pre-cum, he hissed quietly as the fresh cool air hit his skin. Pat pushed the pillows out from under his head, some of them falling to the floor, and shifted down the bed, hips rocking impatiently against the pillow underneath, which he also felt was now in the way.
“Calm down” he chuckled, Pran noticed Pat was getting impatient and annoyed at it and Pat just groaned in protest, “I’ve got you” he soothed as he climbed back on the bed, fitting snugly between his thighs once more, he pulled the pillow out from underneath and threw it behind him. He held Pat’s waist, just above his hips, with both hands and pulled him down Pat’s ass was resting on his knees, his lower back arched off the bed whilst his shoulders sank into it. He didn’t have the pillows to hold onto anymore so one hand fisted the base of his cock whilst the other was clutching at the sheets above his head.
“C’mon, hurry” Pat whined impatiently.
“Okay, okay” Pran grinned and shook his head as he used one hand to coat his cock with lube. He sat up a little as he gave himself a few strokes before lining up against his hole. “Breathe”, he told him, though Pat was already doing it the moment he felt the blunt head against his hole.
Pran groaned as he pushed in slowly, the slide and stretch past the first rings of muscles was torturous and it took tremendous effort to not slam straight in. After all, this wasn’t about his pleasure. Pat moaned as Pran filled him up till he was fully seated inside of him. Pran didn’t move an inch, just stared down at Pat until he nodded and began circling his hips.
“Pat” he grunted as he clung onto his waist, thrusting slowly at first, “you look incredible right now, so gorgeous”. Pat hid his face in his forearm, moaning against it. “So tight for me- ahh fuck”. Pran sped up in small increments, “So-so amazing, do you know that?”.
“Pran-” Pat moaned and shook his head against his arm.
“Hiding from me?” he teased as he thrust harder till the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, “why are you shy now?”. Pran leaned over him, let go of his waist and threaded his fingers through Pat’s. He pinned his hand above his head so he could see his face, “my handsome boyfriend”.
“Shut up!” Pat wailed in pleasure and turned his head away. Pran took the opportunity to suck on his jaw again, “Fuck! Feels so good, Pran- please- faster”. Pat suddenly wrapped his legs around Pran’s waist, locking him in close by hooking his ankles together, causing Pran to lose rhythm slightly. He quickly corrected it and sped up as Pat requested.
Pat kept one hand gripped around his cock and the other held the back of Pran’s neck. Despite being in the depths of pleasure, he was still stronger than Pran and he easily pulled him down to lick into his mouth, grip his hair and not let him move away. All Pran could do was fuck him and kiss him.
They grunted and moaned into each other’s mouths as Pran rutted into him, their climaxes approaching. Without warning, Pat came first with a yell and he clutched at Pran’s shoulders, digging his nails in as ropes of white painted their stomach. “Don’t you dare stop” he groaned, letting go of his softening cock so he could cling to Pran’s back with both hands.
Pran let go of his waist and instead pressed him down to the bed, flattening his hand against his lower stomach, just above his cock. He ducked his head down, panting heavily and unevenly against Pat’s ear as he sped up to chase his orgasm. “Can feel you me in here? It’s like you were made for me to fit inside you” he pushed against Pat’s stomach and the moans elicited from him were something straight out of a porno, he clenched around Pran as he orgasmed dry, and it only spurred Pran on.
“'M close” Pran grunted out a warning. He moved to pull out but Pat didn’t unlock his ankles, he dug his heels into his back to keep them joined. “You sure?” he asked, thrusts becoming erratic the closer he got.
Pat didn’t answer him, he just pulled him in for a deep kiss. Pran stilled as he came inside him, silent as usual, but his face blown out with pleasure.
Pat finally dropped his feet to the bed and he let his arms flop to the sides. Pran sat up and rested on his haunches again, admiring the view of Pat completely fucked out and cum leaking around the tip of his cock that was still nestled inside. Pat eventually lifted his hips so he slipped out entirely and Pran was mesmerised by the way his release seeped out. He thumbed some of it back in, wanting to keep as much inside as possible. Pat hissed and reached down to tap his arm away. Pran kissed the inside of his thigh apologetically then joined him properly, laying down next to him.
They stared at the ceiling as they caught their breath until Pat spoke, his voice subdued, “Papa said I rely on others too much”.
Pran nodded as he understood why Pat was being so stubborn. It also explained why he got more shy than normal, why he hid his face. After an argument with his father, or any negative conversation (which happened a lot more lately), Pat usually struggled with intimate acts that were so tender, even something as simple as just looking at each other during sex.
Pran turned over so he was leaning on his side and he gently stroked Pat’s forearm, “Asking for advice, or letting people support you… it’s not a weakness, Pat. Accepting that you need help and actively seeking that help, that’s a strength. Your friends were so ready to help you today, you should’ve seen them” he chuckled and kissed his shoulder, “Korn called me a housewife again”. Pat tutted and turned his head to look at Pran.
“I’ll punch him next time I see him”.
“Thanks” Pran chuckled and gently stroked his cheek and jaw. “We don’t usually do this without condoms, and when we do we pull out. What changed today?”.
“I just want you as close as possible” he took Pran’s hand and squeezed, “that’s okay, right?”.
“Of course it is, it’s hot, it’s just messier than usual”.
“Well… then I consider myself lucky” he grinned and rubbed at his lower stomach where Pran had his hand, “I’ve got a boyfriend who loves cleaning”. Pran placed his hand on top of Pat’s and pushed down again. “Good thing you put that towel there, it’s coming out” he closed his eyes at the sensation.
Pran bit his bottom lip as he suppressed the sudden urge to tidy the room and put everything back the way it was. Pat opened his eyes and peered at Pran who was suspiciously silent. He chortled, “You want to put the room back to normal, don’t you?”.
“A little, yeah” he sat up bashfully and looked around the room, counting the pillows to make sure they were all there, even though there was nowhere else they would’ve gone.
“How about… you help clean me up and then I’ll help you clean up in here?”. Pat enjoyed the surprised look on Pran’s face when he turned back to look at him.
“Really? You’ll let me this time?” he asked enthusiastically.
“Don’t tell me you’re more excited about cleaning your cum out than actually putting your cum in?” Pat laughed and Pran shoved him lightly.
“Pat! I can be excited about both things” Pran grumbled as he climbed off the bed and downed the glass of water that he put next to his bed earlier.
Pat watched him from the bed, smiling blissfully. “You’re one in a million, baby.”
“I’m your one in a million” Pran smiled as he outstretched his hand to help Pat up.