Patrick bites his lip hard, eyes rolling back as Mikey rubs over his nipples, pinching and tugging the sensitive buds, watching how they harden under his touch and how Patrick lets out little whimpers at each little brush of Mikey's hand. He focuses especially on blowing warm hours of air on the sensitive nubs. Patrick seems to like it at least.

"P-Please," he mumbles, shutting his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows, "Mikey, please, I—"

"Shut up, you will call me Sir," Mikey growls, "And you'll take what I give you. Is that fucking understood?"

Patrick nods after a long moment, backing off and shutting his eyes again. His fingers grip the handcuffs especially hard and his teeth dig into his lip and Mikey licks over one nub and blows cool air over it not long after.

Patrick moans out at that, whining and arching his back and wincing.

"S-Sir please."

Mikey doesn't let up, though, only takes the whole bud into his mouth and sucks, hard. Patrick cries, head thrown back as his other nub is rolled and flicked between nimble fingers. The first pulls into Mikey's mouth where he bites down, nibbles on the soft, pink flesh, then turns to the other and does the same.

"S-Sir," Patrick chokes when Mikey pulls away and grabs the nipple clamps, then wraps them around one hand and tugs sharply, "Oh fuck, Sir, please."

"Please, what?" Mikey growls.

"Please, fuck me!"

Mikey smirks, and with one last tug, he tugs down his jeans and swallows Patrick's moans.