"Beg for it," Patrick mumbles as he pulls through the last knot of the rope and finishes off the karada,, "What do you want?"

"Sit on my face," Ryan chokes without hesitation, "Sir, please, I wanna taste you."

Patrick looks across him for a moment, then nods and stands, arms at his sides and fingers drumming impatiently at his thigh, "Undress me, then."

Ryan wastes no time in clinbing off the bed and pulling off Patrick's t-shirt, knocking off the fedora on his head, then continuing, dropping to his knees.

He can't help but notice that with each movement of his arms, it drag against his balls and his ass, tighter than before. And it's kind of hot. How when each time he does something as simple as inhale, he can feel it across his back and chest and cock.

He drags off Patrick's belt, trying not to get too distracted as the rope tugs. He pulls down Patrick's jeans, revealing his cock straining deliciously against his boxers. Ryan whines as Patrick pulls out of his jeans and tugs the boxers down just before shoving Ryan back on the bed and holding his head still as he lowers himself down on Ryan's mouth.

The brunette wastes no time in getting to work, spreading Patrick's cheeks and dipping his tongue inside his entrance, licking as far as he can reach. He feels high, like he's fucking suffocating on Patrick but he honestly gives zero shits. It's good, how Patrick shamelessly grinds down on Ryan's mouth or tugs his hair, how his thighs trap him deep in there, how he arches his back and moans.

It's fucking perfect.

Patrick grabs at the rope, tugging it so it pulls against Ryan's cock and balls and makes the sub buck with a solid moan. He doesn't stop licking into Patrick, though. He just keeps going, whining and humming against his entrance, thrusting into the tight pucker until Patrick moaning and whining and grinding down on him.

"Gonna cum," Patrick mumbles, pulling off of Ryan's gave and sitting on his chest instead. Cock in hand and lips red and swollen, he jerks himself to release, groaning and crying out.

Ryan moans when it gets across his face, eyes open and mouth wide. The blond milks himself out, watching a streak land across his eyebrow, another on his cheek, and another across his mouth.

"Perfect," Patrick moans.

"Just for you, Sir."