"Oh my /god/, Ed. Shut up!" Patrick grins. He laughs as he presses his forehead to his boyfriend's neck and clenches slightly around the other's cock.

"What? You don't like it when I talk about how I've craved your ass?" Ed teases.

"It's weird, Dude," Patrick replies, shifting slightly and taking a breath, "I don't say I crave your cock like it's fucking food or some shit."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mate," Ed smiles, "You know... you kinda have my dick up your ass. It would be nice if you actually did something about it."

Patrick groans against the Ginger's neck and after a moment, nods, rolling his hips against Ed's cock and kissing his neck, "Okay, okay. Just..."

Ed inhales running his fingers up Patrick's ass and slapping both cheeks in one sudden movement, earning himself a sharp squeak, "Jesus Christ!"

The other rolls his eyes panting against Patrick's neck, "Wrong person, Baby."

Patrick sits up, glaring at Ed for a moment before pinning his wrists to the pillow above him, "Shut /up/!"

"Make me," Ed grins.

Patrick growls and shoves his hand over Ed's mouth before outright thrusting himself down on Ed's cock. The ginger chokes out a muffled groan, shutting his eyes and panting through his nose as Patrick begins riding his boyfriend with much more vigor, the slapping of skin on skin echoing through the bedroom.

"Is this good enough for you?" Patrick asks with a grin.

"Perfect," Ed mumbles.