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“Snow White’s unconscious. She can’t talk.”<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014 Pat<\/em><\/p>\n

Pran’s been teasing him all evening, throwing him little smirks, tracing his hand along Pat’s waist, using his low and sultry voice whenever he asks Pat for something\u2014silverware, the remote, toothpaste\u2014that Pat knows he’s up to something, even if he doesn’t know what that something is. His boyfriend gets like this frequently, an endless well of desire that Pat’s only scraped the surface of, even after being his boyfriend for nearly two years. He always feels like there’s nothing they haven’t tried, but then Pran will say something that makes his mind white out and the blood rush to his cock faster than he could imagine.<\/p>\n

Pran’s a creative, after all.<\/p>\n

And there’s no way he hasn’t been giving Pat sly hints without purpose. But the evening continues on normally: they eat dinner, they watch a movie, they do some studying and then get ready for bed. Pran comes in to the bathroom again to pee while Pat’s taking a shower, shakes, washes his hands, then says to Pat through the glass, “See you in bed.”<\/p>\n

Pat squints through the rough patterns on the glass. “Yeah, see you.”<\/p>\n

When he comes out, one towel around his waist and the other ruffling his hair, Pran’s laid down on his side of the bed, head propped up by a pillow, hands folded across his chest. He’s fully clothed still, and Pat takes pause.<\/p>\n

“Are we going to sleep?” he asks Pran suspiciously.<\/p>\n

Pran sighs, a put upon look on his face. “Well, I am very tired,” he says. “But I was hoping my boyfriend would pleasure me before I go to sleep.”<\/p>\n

Pat rolls his eyes, even though he’s smirking. He starts to make his way over to the bed. “Why can’t you ask me like a normal person, huh?”<\/p>\n

Pran just watches him, until Pat’s on the bed with him, sitting on the edge and leaning in for a kiss. Pran slides a hand to the back of his neck and drags Pat in deep, kissing him slowly, sensually. There is an underlying tiredness in his movements, though\u2014he hadn’t been lying, though a suspicion is starting to creep at the back of Pat’s mind. Still, he takes his time with the kiss, with Pran, wondering if Pran will just ask for it, unless he expects Pat to want it, ask for it first.<\/p>\n

He’s growing hard under his towel, but it’s a small thing when Pran’s hand is tugging him lightly, guiding Pat onto the bed, Pat climbing on top of him with the towel loosening around his waist, biting at Pran’s lips, kissing his jaw languidly. “You want me even when you’re this tired?” Pat says against his mouth.<\/p>\n

Pran sighs again. He’s sunken lower on the bed, so that he’s looking up at Pat through his eyelashes, hot and hazy. “I thought my boyfriend would be nice enough to do all the work,” he says.<\/p>\n

Pat pecks his mouth before sliding down his body, lifting up the hem of Pran’s shirt so he can kiss his soft tummy, nipping slightly with his teeth. Pran lets out a small breath of laughter. “I think your boyfriend could do that,” Pat says, pressing his lips against Pran’s skin so that Pran can feel the vibrations from his voice. “Any requests?”<\/p>\n

“Hmm,” Pran says, as Pat sinks even lower, nosing at the crotch of Pran’s plaid sweatpants, sniffing him. His scent is strongest here, musky and sweet and Pat’s mouth waters immediately, hungry even though Pran had cooked them a big dinner. He noses and inhales deeply, mouthing at the cloth in between, at Pran’s thighs, and Pran settles down even more. He’s watching Pat, when Pat looks up, eyes dark and heavy.<\/p>\n

The ache under Pat’s towel truly is an afterthought when licks at where he knows Pran’s hard cock is beneath his pants, with pressure, and Pran lets out a breathy little moan. “If you could get a move on with my clothes that would be nice,” Pran says.<\/p>\n

Pat smiles at him. Just what he wanted. “Okay, princess,” he says, and tucks his fingers into the waistband of Pran’s pants, sliding them down with his boxers and freeing his cock.<\/p>\n

It’s dark and brown and hard and every time, the best thing Pat has ever tasted or put in his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time now, eagerly sliding his mouth over the head and delighting when Pran lets out an undeniable moan. He licks carefully and slow, drawing it in only barely, before taking it out and licking his hand, grabbing Pran by the base. Pran watches as Pat sucks and strokes him slowly, getting him shiny and wet, glistening in the light of Pran’s smiley face lamp.<\/p>\n

“Pat,” Pran says breathless. Sleepy. He wasn’t kidding about being tired; Pat can hear him fading. “Pat, I wanna come.”<\/p>\n

“Then come.” But Pat knows he’s going slow, taking his time, letting the salty taste of Pran’s sweat fill his mouth. He uses his other hand to reach behind, stroke Pran’s balls, rolling them in his fingers and Pran moans again.<\/p>\n

Pran prefers coming a certain way from a blowjob, and Pat knows he’s not doing it yet. Not until his boyfriend asks. “Pat<\/i>,” Pran whines.<\/p>\n

A smirk creeps up Pat’s face, but he continues pretending to be oblivious. “Yeah, I know I’ve gotten a lot better at this,” he says, before taking Pran’s cock back into his mouth, covering his teeth with his lips, letting it bulge in his cheek before sucking off again with a wet pop! <\/i>A string of spit hangs in a line between his wet lips and Pran’s cock, before it breaks.<\/p>\n

Pran inches forward like he’s using all his energy for it, propping his knees up and spreading his thighs around Pat’s head. “C’mon, finger me,” he begs, and Pat smiles again: just<\/i> what he wanted.<\/p>\n

He complies, taking the hand on Pran’s balls back and sniffing it, allowing the scent of Pran’s musk fill his nose. God, he wants Pran in his mouth again\u2014all of him, everywhere. He decides to take his time though, because he suspects they’re not done yet, and sucks his middle finger into his mouth, getting it all nice and wet, before tracing the rim of Pran’s hole.<\/p>\n

The noise Pran makes when Pat guides his finger inside is a shuddered moan, and Pat can’t look away from his face as Pran throws his head back. “Fuck,” Pran curses out, hips pressing forward, like he’s trying to get Pat further inside. “Pat\u2014”<\/p>\n

Pat strokes Pran’s cock with his other hand. “Yeah?”<\/p>\n

“If I\u2014” and Pat’s finger brushes against Pran’s prostate, but Pran seems far too gone to care “\u2014if I fall asleep, you can keep going.”<\/p>\n

Under his towel, Pat’s cock twitches. “Yeah?” he says. “What do you want me to do?”<\/p>\n

He fucks his finger in and out of Pran, stroking his dick at the same pace, and Pran’s eyes are rolling in the back of his head, back arching. Fuck<\/i>, he looks so hot, so beautiful, Pran could just say the word and Pat would come in a second.<\/p>\n

Pran manages out, “Whatever you want,” and Pat wraps his lips around his dick again, licking and kissing eagerly, sucking and slobbering Pran up without any finesse this time. He fucks into Pran with his finger at the same time, sliding in a second, dry, and Pran whimpers a little at it. But he doesn’t protest, because Pat knows he likes the fullness, the raw ache around his rim, and it doesn’t take much from Pat slurping hungrily around his cock, lips pushing back the foreskin, before Pran’s whining out, “Pat<\/i>,” and coming into his mouth, a rush of bitter white that Pat swallows down eagerly.<\/p>\n

Pran’s eyes are half-closed when he’s done, like he’s trying to look down at Pat but is fighting staying awake. Pat grins; he’s <\/i>wide awake, at least, and comes up to kiss Pran, his mouth still full.<\/p>\n

He feels Pran’s face comfort into a grimace against his and laughs. “Ugh,” Pran says, but doesn’t really try to pull away as Pat kisses him, pushes Pran’s own cum into his mouth with his tongue. Pran takes it, swallows it down, kisses back, kind of\u2014Pat’s doing all the work with licking his tongue into Pran’s mouth, but at least Pran doesn’t protest. He smiles and knows that Pran feels it.<\/p>\n

But Pran just says, “Love you,” as Pat keeps kissing him, and kissing him\u2014and then Pran’s not really kissing back anymore, no response as Pat bites at the bottom of his lip, then the top, sliding his tongue over Pran’s teeth. He rubs the corner of his mouth where there’s still a stain of cum there, then sticks his thumb into Pran’s mouth\u2014still no response, with Pran’s eyes closed and mouth hanging open with deep breaths.<\/p>\n

God, he’s so hot like this too\u2014unconscious for Pat to do anything he wants to him. Pat slides his thumb between Pran’s lips, back and forth; typically, Pran would suck, but this sleeping Pran does nothing, warm and wet and pliant around him. Pat can think of a number of things he could do with a sleeping Pran\u2014first on the agenda is this teasing mouth of his. When Pran sleeps after an orgasm he’s pretty dead to the world, but Pat’s gentle anyway as he slides Pran’s body down further on the bed, then takes his towel off and eyes Pran’s red, swollen lips with purpose.<\/p>\n

His knees bracket Pran’s head as he shifts forward, until the tip of his leaking cock is right above Pran’s tantalizing lips. Pat’s careful not to put his entire weight on Pran’s chest, gripping his cock with one hand and sliding it between Pran’s open and easy mouth. The tips of Pran’s teeth graze along his cock and he hisses\u2014but it’s not that much different than when Pran’s blowing him anyway, and Pat loves it.<\/p>\n

The inside of Pran’s mouth is like warm velvet, wet and loose as Pat slowly fucks inside. Pran has a gag reflex unlike any other, but it’s still hot when Pat can push the full length of his cock down Pran’s throat, and Pran doesn’t even flinch. His sleeping face, mouth hanging open, jaw slack as Pat guides his entire cock inside is incredible enough that it should be the eighth wonder of the world. Pat stares at him, then fucks a little harder, then breathes out, “Sorry,” before remembering that Pran’s still asleep.<\/p>\n

It’s the ease, the lack of protest, the utter trust that Pat is fucking Pran’s face without Pran even knowing<\/i> it that gets Pat to lose control, to come down Pran’s throat. Pran doesn’t suck him or wrap his lips around Pat’s cock or anything at all, but just being inside Pran, taking him and filling him up as much as he can, and Pat’s grunting and clinging to the headboard as he spills into Pran’s throat. Pran can’t quite swallow when he’s asleep, too, so a lot of it spills onto his lips, his cheeks. Pat glides the head of his cock over Pran’s lips, rubbing it in more, mesmerized by the sight of Pran’s face marked with his cum.<\/p>\n

He climbs off of Pran. He’s still naked\u2014but Pran, with his sweatpants still down to his knees, is hard again. Well, that won’t do. Pat walks around the bed, thinking what to do next, because he still is servicing his princess, even when Pran’s asleep. After running through a variety of ideas in his head, Pat decides to turn Pran’s body over, gently place him on his stomach, and takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them into the laundry hamper. He drags Pran’s knees up so his ass is in the air, holding him up with a hand on his stomach, legs spread apart.<\/p>\n

Pran’s mouth is open against the pillowcase, Pat’s cum in his mouth seeping onto it. Pat will have to switch pillows with him before he goes to sleep. Right now, though, he holds Pran up, spreads his cheeks apart, licks into him, one arm slung across his thighs as he allows himself to get greedy. Pran’s usually so tight and that’s hot too, but right now Pat loves how easily he can spread Pran open, hooking one thumb into his dark hole, flicking his tongue inside, mesmerized at how easily Pran opens up like this. All asleep and supple, no twist of protest as Pat holds him open with a thick thumb and eats him open, nose and mouth filling with Pran’s tantalizing scent. Bites his cheeks, the dimples in his back, kissing and sucking and marking him as much as he can, leaving hickies everywhere, a trail of bruises on his ass cheeks and thighs. Pat traces his tongue around his rim, spitting and slurping and spearing him open. His hole is dark and winking, loosening like a pussy, and Pat can feel himself getting hard already. He spits inside and rubs it in, wiping the drool from his mouth and fingering that into Pran too. Pran remains unresponsive, and it makes Pat want to fuck him harder, he’s so hard underneath.<\/p>\n

They both are. Pat grabs onto Pran’s dick, gives a few strokes, and Pran moans a little in his sleep. Pat grins and wonders when he’s gonna come\u2014if he can make Pran come, without touching. He grips his own dick, teasing over Pran’s hole, just fucking between his cheeks, his love for Pran hot and deep into his core that he’s afraid he’ll come too early if he slips inside right away. But then Pran rocks back\u2014it’s an unconscious movement, but he’s thrusting his cheeks against Pat’s dick, too, like he’s desperate for the friction, and that’s just too much.<\/p>\n

Pat slides the head of his cock inside, stretching Pran open, and has to restrain himself from not coming immediately. Pran’s already so wet from Pat’s saliva earlier, not as tight as he would be if he were awake, hot and easy that Pat grips both of Pran’s ass cheeks and grunts. He can’t, if he stays inside too long he’ll just come, and he wants this to last, just a little bit longer\u2014he drags his cock out of Pat’s hole, glides it between his cheeks again, stares at the way his precum glistens and the minuscule jerking of Pran’s hips, subconscious thrusts like he wants to get Pat’s cock back inside.<\/p>\n

And that’s hot on his own, Pat holding onto Pran’s hips with both hands, alternating between fucking the length of his cock between the round globes of Pran’s ass, letting him slip inside once in a while, just the tip. Where Pran is damp and warm and Pat thinks, almost blindly, like he could get wet back here on his own too, even though Pran can’t. It’s just Pat’s saliva, slick with his drool when he was greedy earlier, and Pran dark and open, flickering like he’s trying to suck Pat back in. Pat groans and can’t help himself one more time, pushing the head of his cock inside\u2014and there’s just a little bit of tightness, of pressure, of Pran’s hole clenching like he’s trying to keep Pat inside even though he’s asleep, and that’s enough for Pat to gasp and buck and come, filling Pran up with his cum, with just the tip of his cock inside.<\/p>\n

Pran lets out a breathless little sigh, too\u2014when the stars behind Pat’s eyes begin to fade, from the force of his orgasm, he can see that Pran had come too, wetting the sheets beneath him. Pat had<\/i> made him come without touching him\u2014his chest fills with smug pride, as he slips out of Pran’s body. Some of his cum slips out, too, and Pat wipes it across Pran’s ass cheeks, watching as it glistens around his hole, his thighs, dripping down. Pat’s stomach jumps in want. He wants to lick it off\u2014but more than that, he wants Pran to wake up to it, see the remains of what he did. He fingers even more out of Pran, smearing it on his taint, his inner thighs. Bends forward and inhales. Fuck, Pran smells so good down here, and Pat has to physically restrain himself from cleaning him up, as much as his mouth waters. For Pran, he reminds himself. For his pretty princess.<\/p>\n

It’s mindless, but easy as Pat swaps their pillows, readjusts Pran’s body on the bed, puts his own clothes on as well as Pran’s sweatpants, before shutting off the lights and sliding under the covers with him. He’s cleaned up a little bit, but not much\u2014he’s sure the more remains of what he’s done, the happier Pran will be in the morning. He spoons behind Pran and noses his neck.<\/p>\n

“Love you baby,” he says, cupping his belly with his palm and falling asleep.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Pran wakes up sticky and sore, with an aching throat and his ass tingling, open and raw. The sleeping pill he gave himself last night did the trick; he’s pretty sure otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to stay asleep with a cock the size of Pat’s fucking inside of him, even if just the head. He turns around and smiles at his boyfriend, tucked into his shoulder and still asleep.<\/p>\n

“Good puppy,” Pran says, kissing his nose.<\/p>\n

He might be imagining it, but he’s pretty sure Pat grins in his sleep.<\/p>\n

Pran gets out of bed, then goes to the bathroom to inspect the damage. Turning around, he can see a long line of bruises on his butt; when he touches between his thighs, another line of rough marks, evidently from last night. His back and ass are stained, too, dry cum stuck to his skin\u2014Pat must’ve really had a good time last night. When Pran inspects his face in the mirror, his lips are darkened and bruised too, crusted over with something that’s definitely <\/i>not saliva. He feels at the base of his throat too, and winces and laughs.<\/p>\n

After cleaning himself up a bit in the shower, he comes out to Pat, now awake and resting his head against one arm. “How did I do?” Pat asks.<\/p>\n

Pran pretends to be thoughtful. “Hmm,” he says, ignoring the pleasant twinge in his ass as he climbs back onto the bed, kissing Pat on the mouth. Pat doesn’t even protest at the taste of his cum\u2014well, their cum, from last night\u2014or the morning breath, surely sour and bitter. He kisses back with all the enthusiasm in the world, and Pran loves him for it.<\/p>\n

Pran says against his lips, “I think you made this princess very happy when she was asleep.” Pat laughs against him, hands gripping his waist, starting to pull Pran onto his lap.<\/p>\n

But then Pran slips away and off the bed, smirking behind him as he starts to leave the room. “But can you make her just as happy when she’s awake?” he asks, and then sprints out the door, giggling as he hears Pat yell, “Pran!” and chase after him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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