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David’s head is spinning, and not in a fun, “my husband is trying to kiss me senseless” kind of way. Between spending too much time doom scrolling online and having to talk his mom out of retreating to the closet again after she didn’t get the part she wanted, he worked himself into an anxiety spiral and can’t seem to get settled. No matter how hard he tries to remember Twyla’s mindfulness tips, he’s still struggling to stay present and focused on how Patrick’s lips feel on his.
“David?” Patrick says, pulling out of the kiss, his brow furrowed in concern. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, it’s just…” David sighs, frustrated. He had hoped that making out with Patrick would take his mind off of things without having to acknowledge that that’s what he was trying to do, but of course Patrick knows him too well. “It’s everything. The news, my mom, everything.” He waves a hand at the general state of things.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Patrick offers, scratching his fingers through the hairs at the nape of David’s neck.
“Later, maybe?” David replies. “I think I, um, just need to get out of my head for a bit?”
“I think I can help with that,” Patrick says with an atrocious wink. “Did you have something in particular in mind?”
David knows he could let Patrick take charge, and Patrick, with his almost preternatural sense of what David needs, will do his best, but there’s only a few things that will be enough for this much anxiety.
“I want you to choke me.”
Patrick’s hand stills and a groan slips out of him. “Fuck, David.” He tugs David over so he’s partially on Patrick’s lap, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Patrick gets his hands under David’s sweater and dragging blunt nails down his back, making David moan into Patrick’s mouth. It’s not the most comfortable position, but David can’t bring himself to care, not when Patrick is kissing him like he wants to devour him. He can feel Patrick’s rapidly hardening cock through his sweatpants and grinds down on him, swallowing Patrick’s resulting gasp.
“Get on your knees,” Patrick says breathlessly. Nodding eagerly, David slides to the floor in front of Patrick, carelessly shoving the coffee table out of the way. “Careful, Jake might be less willing to make us a third table.”
David rolls his eyes. “Okay, that last time was not my fault.” Settling into the space between Patrick's legs, he adds, “Besides, he probably wouldn’t mind if you let him play with this fat cock.” He punctuates his comment by cupping Patrick over his pants.
David hooks his fingers under the waistband of Patrick’s pants and looks up at him. Patrick’s eyes are dark with arousal, and David finds it hard to look away, even when Patrick gives him a small nod to encourage him to continue. It’s a heady thing to be caught in Patrick’s gaze like this. He tugs the pants down and off, Patrick doing very little to help besides lifting his hips just enough for David to get them over his ass.
With his husband down to his boxers, David can’t help himself–he leans down and sucks the tip of his cock into his mouth, relishing the taste of precome on the wet spot that’s started to form. This is what he needs, to have all of his senses filled with nothing but Patrick. When he cups Patrick’s balls, Patrick swears and tangles his fingers in David’s hair, pulling sharply. The pain sends a burst of sparks down David’s spine and he gasps as he releases Patrick’s cock.
“Take those off too,” Patrick growls. David scrambles to obey, moaning appreciatively at the sight of Patrick’s swollen, leaking cock as he tosses Patrick’s underwear aside. Patrick tugs David’s hair again, tilting his head so their eyes meet. “Show me what a good cocksucker you can be, and I’ll let you choke on it.”
“Oh fuck, yes.” David wraps one hand around the base of Patrick’s cock and laps up the precome gathered at the slit. Patrick’s grip tightens in his hair and David can feel his own cock twitch in his pants at the sensation.
David takes more of Patrick into his mouth and Patrick groans above him. “God, David, you look so good like that, you have no idea.”
In response, David hums around his mouthful of cock, making Patrick buck his hips involuntarily. David splutters and his eyes water when Patrick’s cock hits the back of his throat unexpectedly, but he recovers and takes Patrick deeper, teasing his tongue around the head. He bobs up and down, opening his throat more on each pass. It’s almost meditative, sucking Patrick’s cock like this, narrowing his focus to nothing but taking it as deep as he can. David swallows and buries his nose in the auburn curls that surround the base of Patrick’s cock, trying to get more sensation, more Patrick, but it’s just not enough.
He pulls back just far enough that he can look up at Patrick and beg for more with watery eyes. Patrick smiles at him, ghosting his fingers over David’s throat and making him whine.
“You did so well, baby,” Patrick murmurs. “But you’re ready for more, aren’t you?” David tries to give a garbled answer and Patrick laughs at him. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”
David’s cheeks heat up and he tries to pull off, but Patrick holds him in place with the hand in his hair. He loves when this side of Patrick comes out, it’s so fucking hot. His cock aches where it’s still trapped in his joggers and he whines again.
“Hands, David,” Patrick says, and David hurriedly places one hand on each of Patrick’s thighs. “Good boy. Show me what you’ll do if you need to stop.”
David rolls his eyes, but taps two fingers of each hand twice against Patrick’s thighs. It’s a well-established signal that nothing short of complete amnesia could make him forget (and then he’d have bigger problems), but Patrick always checks anyway, and it still makes something warm bloom around David’s heart.
He barely has time to process anything before Patrick is pressing a warm hand to the back of David’s head and thrusting deep into his mouth. David’s throat spasms at the sudden intrusion.
Patrick strokes David’s hair. “Yeah, that’s so good, David. You can take it, there you go.”
David moans and relaxes his throat. Patrick’s cock feels so much bigger in his mouth now that he’s not in control. It’s a heady feeling and his spine starts to tingle as Patrick’s cock slips down his throat.
“Fuck,” Patrick groans, stroking a hand over the bulge in David’s throat. He fists his hand in David’s hair, holding him in place as he begins to fuck into his mouth in earnest.
David fucking loves this. His face is soaked with tears and spit and it feels so fucking filthy. He can hardly breathe—his lungs burn as Patrick holds his face against his groin—and the sounds Patrick is making are delicious. His own cock throbs desperately, aching to be touched, but he doesn’t dare take his hands off of Patrick’s thighs lest he accidentally signal for him to stop.
Just when David is sure he can’t take anymore, Patrick pulls back, dragging the head of his cock through the mess on David’s chin. David whines at the loss. He tries to chase Patrick’s cock to get it back in his mouth, but Patrick holds him back, chuckling.
“Fuck, Patrick,” David groans. “I need more.”
“Don’t be greedy, I’m not done with you yet,” Patrick says. “Get undressed.” His grin is devilish as he strips his own shirt off.
David scrambles to his feet and tugs his shirt over his head. The cuff of his pants gets caught on his heel in his haste and he stumbles trying to get it off. Patrick laughs at him but still catches his arm to keep him from falling.
“Shut up,” David grumbles.
Once he manages to get fully naked (without injuring himself), Patrick stands, settling his hands on David’s hips. The places where his fingers meet David’s skin feel like they’ve been branded and set his veins on fire. Patrick gets a hand around the back of David’s neck and pulls him into a deep kiss, nipping at David’s bottom lip. Their bare cocks touch, and between the precome and spit, there’s enough of a slide that David finds himself rutting against Patrick, trying to get the friction he so badly needs.
With one last graze of his teeth across David’s lip, Patrick steps back. His eyes are dark and there’s a soft smile on his face. David tries to step forward and close the space Patrick put between them, but Patrick stops him with a hand on his chest.
“Go upstairs and get on the bed,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right up.”
David steals one last kiss and then turns to head up the stairs, yelping when Patrick swats him on the ass as he does.
Once he gets to the bedroom, he settles himself on the bed, reclining against the headboard. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking himself languidly, just enough to take the edge off and keep the anxiety at bay. He can hear Patrick moving around downstairs, so he tips his head back against the pillows and closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hand.
When he hears Patrick’s soft footsteps enter, he opens his eyes. Patrick is leaning against the doorway, holding a glass of water and watching him with hooded eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says.
David smiles lazily at him, still stroking his cock. “You gonna join me?”
“In a minute,” Patrick replies, letting his eyes rake down David’s body. David preens under the attention and starts touching himself with more intent and moaning loudly. He’s definitely not above putting on a show to spur Patrick into action.
Eventually, Patrick pushes off of the doorframe and makes his way over to the bed. He sets the glass of water he’s holding on the nightstand, grabs the lube from the drawer, and climbs into bed. Gently, he removes David’s hand from his cock, pressing a kiss to his palm before letting it go. David feels like a blanket of warmth has settled over him. No one has ever made him feel even half as cherished as Patrick does.
David lets Patrick shift his pliant legs so he can settle between them, bending each of David’s legs so his feet are flat on the bed. There’s a snick of the lube cap and then Patrick’s slick finger is pressing against his hole.
“Fuck yes,” David breathes. He widens his stance to give Patrick better access. “Give it to me.”
Patrick pushes his finger in farther. “So greedy,” he says. He crooks his finger, making David keen. “Your hole is just pulling me in.” He starts thrusting his finger in and out.
It doesn’t take long before David is begging for more and Patrick obliges, bringing a second finger to join the first. Stars shoot across David’s vision when Patrick brushes against his prostate. By the time Patrick gets a third finger in, David is a babbling mess, pleading for more and trying to fuck himself on Patrick’s hand.
“You take it so well,” Patrick murmurs. “Do you want another finger?” He teases his pinky around David’s rim.
“Want you to fuck me,” David groans.
“I thought I was.” Patrick gives a vigorous thrust as if to prove his point.
David huffs. “You know what I mean.”
Patrick chuckles and presses a kiss to David’s knee before withdrawing his fingers. David whines at the loss in spite of himself.
Patrick slicks up his cock and lines it up with David’s hole. “Is this what you want?” he asks.
“Yesss,” David hisses. He holds his breath, waiting for Patrick to press in, but he doesn’t move.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck, Patrick! I need your cock in me, please fuck me!” David begs. “I need you to fill me up, please, fill me up and choke me!”
Anything else David was going to say morphs into a loud moan as Patrick finally presses forward, sinking into David in one smooth motion. David’s breath catches in his throat—he feels so full that he can hardly stand it.
“Shit, David, you feel so good,” Patrick groans. He leans over David. “Hands, please.” David settles his hands on Patrick’s shoulders so that both thumbs rest against his collarbone. Patrick smiles brightly at him. “That’s so good, baby.”
Patrick starts to move, then, with slow, deliberate thrusts that make David delirious with pleasure. He lets himself be surrounded by Patrick. It’s safe here, with Patrick over him, kept warm by the fire in Patrick’s eyes.
Patrick slides his hand up to David’s throat, caressing it gently and making him shiver. “What’s your color?” he asks.
“Green,” David replies immediately. “Please, Patrick.”
Patrick’s hand tightens around his throat, still fucking into David with a steady rhythm. David’s head fills with static, replacing all the worries and anxieties with nothing but bliss and Patrick. Nothing matters right now except the tightness of Patrick’s hand around his throat, the feel of Patrick’s cock pumping in and out of him, and the way his head has started to spin.
When his vision goes grey around the edges and dark spots start to appear, he taps his thumbs twice against Patrick’s collarbone. Patrick’s hand moves immediately, allowing air to rush back into David’s lungs. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, tingling all the way down to his fingertips, as Patrick picks up his pace, hitting David’s prostate every few thrusts. It’s exquisite, the way this feels.
“More,” David rasps. “Please.”
“Yeah, fuck,” Patrick replies. He returns his hand to David’s throat and squeezes. The blissful fuzziness in David’s head is back, obscuring everything but the overwhelming sensation of Patrick all around him. His heart is racing and the rush of blood in his ears dampens the slick, obscene noise of Patrick pounding into his ass.
When his focus on Patrick starts to slip away, he taps his thumbs again. Patrick moves his hand away and as the oxygen begins to flow again, his face comes back into focus. David blinks a few times until he can see the soft look on Patrick’s face clearly.
Patrick reaches down between them and wraps his hand around David’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. With the way his senses heightened, David nearly screams at the contact, bringing him to teeter perilously on the edge.
“So close, Patrick, I’m—“ David babbles.
“I’ve got you,” Patrick says. “I’ve got you, David.”
And that’s the thing. David knows Patrick has him, now and always. It seems strange to feel safe with a hand around his throat, but he does, and he doesn’t question it because everything is awash in sensation and suddenly, he’s right there, right on the edge, and one last skillful twist of Patrick’s hand sends him barreling over.
The noise he makes sounds faint and distant to his ears, still masked by the fuzziness in his brain. There’s another sound, too, another voice. David thinks it must be Patrick reaching his own climax, based on the heat that fills his ass. It’s perfect, blissful, euphoric, and David lets himself sink into it.
When the room starts to come back into focus, the first thing David notices is someone gently stroking his hair and murmuring words he can’t quite make it out. The words don’t matter as much as the soothing sound of Patrick’s voice, though, so he tries to orient himself towards the voice. Patrick smiles tenderly at him.
“Hey,” he says. The words are easier to understand now as things start to come back into sharper focus. “You okay?”
“So good,” David mumbles, or at least he thinks he does. It must be close enough, because Patrick’s smile widens and he leans over to press a kiss to his forehead before retrieving the glass of water from the nightstand.
“Drink,” he insists, pressing the glass into David’s hand.
David does, though he manages to spill a fair amount down his chest because his hands don’t seem to want to cooperate. When he gets most of it down, he passes the glass back. He’s dimly aware of the puddle of cooling come on his stomach and the mess trickling out of his ass, but he can’t bring himself to care about it, not yet.
“Let me clean you up,” Patrick says, trying to stand, but David clings to him.
“Just one more minute.”