Kink: Rough, morning sex, dirty talk
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 1269

(A/N: Wasn't too happy with this one :P enjoy kinda)

My eyes opened slightly when I felt something warm pressing against my chest and I was faced with a head of short blonde hair. I smelled the sweet scent of it before pressing my face into Partrick's beautiful hair. He giggled slightly. Oh my god that was fucking cute.

I squeezed him closer to my chest, feeling him turn over so he was gazing right into my eyes with his beautiful green.

"You're so fucking cute," I whispered.

His lips pressed into mine but broke away after a few seconds. I pulled him even closer to my chest letting him bury his face into it comfortably.

We laid like that for a while, our legs tangled, my hand running through his hair. I loved his hair. Stroking it, burying my face in it, tugging it, yanking it...

"Ouch, what the-" Patrick groaned. He pulled away the blanket and I blushed right away, "Oh my god, Brendon. I was enjoying that y'know."

"Sorry, Baby." I said with a slight laugh.

I crawled over him, with only the blanket covering our exposed bodies.

"I'm so horny..." I grumbled, still tired.

"No shit, Sherlock," Patrick replied, "Your cock was pressing against my stomach."

"Might have to punish you with all those dirty words coming out of such a pretty mouth." I growled. He bit his lip at the the thought of that, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Slut?"

"Yes, sir," He whispered.

"Not today, Baby," I whispered, "Right now, I just want to fuck you senseless."

I leaned back for a moment, leaning to the bedside table and grabbing a pair of handcuffs.

"Hands," I ordered. He gave me his hands, letting me cuff them to the headboard, "So pretty..."

I brought my hand down to stroke his jawline before he looked up at me with his innocent eyes.

I kissed him roughly, sneaking my hand to the back of his head and tugging his hair, forcing his chin into the air and giving me access to his neck. I abused it in every way that I could. Biting, nibbling, sucking, kissing. I felt his new erection pressed up against my own and I began grinding into him, creating friction between the two of us.

"So fucking hot," I breathed into his ear, my hot breath leaving the skin under his ear wet, "Say my name, Baby..."

"Brendon, please fuck me." He whimpered.

I slapped his bum earning myself a moan, "Again."

"Brendon!" He said louder.

I held his throat, choking him for a few seconds before pulling my hand away, "I'm going to have you screaming it when I'm done with you."

He let out a moan of submission one that let me know he was mine and only mine.

"What are the safe words, baby?" I asked brushing his cheek softly, knowing it was the only softness he'd get for the next twenty minutes or so.

"Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go." He replied, repeating what I had taught him.

"Good boy, use them, okay?" I said. He nodded, "I'm going rough..."

"Okay, sir."

I took the lube and a condom from the bedside table, my erection throbbing and twitching while I could see his doing the same.

I opened the lube before squirting some onto my fingers and thrusting one immediately into Patrick's tight entrance, going as hard as I dared without hurting him. He moaned at the pain, grinding into my finger slightly.

I shoved a second finger in, turning them so they were pointed up towards his stomach and I quickly skimmed his wall for his g-spot.

He moaned out and arched his back when I finally did brush it. I thrust my fingers quickly into the spot before adding in a third finger with more lube.

"Brendon..." Patrick moaned, my boner already leaking without a single touch.

"I want you to beg for me, darling." I said.

"Please, sir. I want your cock inside me so badly." He whined, need crawling into his voice, "I want you to fuck me so hard that it hurts to walk. I want you to make me scream your name, sir."

I blushed, flattered. He never said anything that dirty like that. He was way too innocent.

"I wonder what else could come out of that pretty mouth, hmm?" I growled before ripping open the condom packet with my teeth.

"So much, please, Bren. Fuck me."

I lubed up sloppily before lining up with his entrance. I took a deep breath before slamming into him, making the bed shake and him scream. Worry immediately filled me at the scream.

"Color?"

"Green,"

I took that as permission to continue as I began a fast and rough pace. My hands were clinging onto his thighs, I knew it would leave bruises like my fingerprints. They were already tense with pleasure.

"Fuuck..." Patrick moaned. Those long, low sounds and pants were driving me insane. I needed more of it. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I rammed into him as hard and fast as my body let me, not giving any mercy. He yelled out, not a scream... Yet.

I pulled his head up, pushing his mouth onto mine and making the kiss as deep as I could. My tongue slipped into his mouth, sapping another moan from him.

"Brendon!" He yelled out, tears skimming his eyes. They were barely there but I could still see them about to drip down his temples. He hadn't given me a color yet so I continued. Pleasure was coursing through the lower half of my body, I was sure Patrick felt the same from the filthy sounds leaving his mouth.

His back arched and his eyes flew open as I adjust the angle a little bit. He wrapped his hands in the sheet. I took in every last detail of the scene. The bed was squeaking, the headboard was banging against the wall, Patrick had a look of pure ecstasy on his face, his back was arched fucking beautifully, we were both moaning at the levels of pleasure.

"There!" He yelled. I continued to thrust at that angle, slamming into his prostate over and over again. I made him squirm and moan and grind back into me. His eyes were distant, unable to focus on one thing.

"I'm gonna cum," he whimpered under me. His eyes squeezed shut and sweat clung to his face.

"Hold it," I growled. I was close, too, but I wanted him to hold it just a little longer.

My thrusts kept hitting his prostate over and over again for a few more moments.

"Sir, I can't hold it!" He moaned.

"Hold it, Slut!" I barked.

His teeth were clenched, tears were still running from his eyes, his fists were clenched tightly in the blankets and he was tense, oh so tense. He was trying to hold it just for me.

"Come for me, Baby." I finally growled.

He released without hesitation, a scream ripping through his mouth, "Brendon!"

My load was released deep inside him while his was spreading across his chest, fresh and hot.

I pulled out of him, exhausted, before throwing the condom in the trash and collapsing beside him.

"You did so good, Baby Boy..." I whispered to him, giving him a quick kiss.

"Y-you too..." He replied with a weak smile. I licked the fresh cum from his chest before pulling away, "That's hot..."

"I know,"

"Mmm..."