“I need to pee,” Pat says, starting to get out of bed.<\/p>\n
Pran reaches for him. Pat takes his hand, almost like it’s habit, which makes Pran smile.<\/p>\n
“Can you hold it?” Pran asks. “For me?” The sight of Pat naked with his half-hard cock pressed against his stomach is too much for Pran, and he’s already so wet.<\/p>\n
He and Pat had spent thirty minutes prepping him, which was just mostly Pat eating him out while Pran moaned and tried not to strangle Pat with his legs around his neck. That was hours ago; Pat’s fucked him like three times already and come twice, which is a lot considering how stupid insane they’ve discovered his boyfriend’s stamina can be. It’s hot, but Pran also wants Pat to lose control, too, wants to tell him that he doesn’t have to be macho and it’s okay if Pat can’t help himself and comes after barely being in Pran for under a minute. Pran wants to be fucked again, wants Pat to take him so hard and good that Pran’s knees are by his ears while Pat can’t resist his hole and comes so much, so much faster than before.<\/p>\n
Pat having to piss isn’t a turn off either, to Pran’s surprise; in fact, he even kind of likes it, as Pat smiles and says, “For you,” and climbs back into bed and kisses Pran softly. Pran touches his dick and wonders if he stroked him enough, if Pat would come on him. Pee on him.<\/p>\n
Pat slides in but seems to hold himself back from his thrusts, letting Pran fuck himself down on his cock with the thought that Pat’s bladder is so full that he doesn’t know if Pat let go, if he’d come or piss inside Pran. The thought makes Pran moan and twitch and he comes with Pat’s thick, full cock still inside him, wanting desperately to feel Pat’s warmth flood inside of him. Marking him. He cries out and bites the back of his wrist as he comes, and somehow it’s almost enough. Almost.<\/p>\n
When he comes down, he notes with disappointment that Pat’s still hard inside him. Pat’s watching him with stars in his eyes, and says to Pran, “God you’re so hot.”<\/p>\n
Pran smiles and ruffles Pat’s hair. “You’re not so bad yourself, dog boy,” he says. He’s still panting from his orgasm, and his thighs feel like jelly. But just a weekend being Pat’s real, official boyfriend has already been the best weekend of his life. “Now are you gonna come or not?”<\/p>\n
“Pretty sure if I do I’ll just pee,” Pat says.<\/p>\n
And to Pran’s dismay, he slides out. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom now,” Pat says, clambering back out of bed. “But when I come back, you better be ready for me.” He winks, then saunters off.<\/p>\n
Pran watches as his naked boyfriend disappears, and the tell-tale rush of his piss coming from the bathroom. That was for me<\/em>, he thinks, dazed; but after several hours of nonstop sex, he feels too fucked out to say anything about it or care.<\/p>\n When Pat comes back, Pran’s half asleep. “Is it time for us to stop?” Pat asks, though even half-unconscious, Pran can tell Pat’s rearing to go if Pran said so.<\/p>\n With the remaining amount of energy he can muster, Pran squeezes his legs together. Some of the lube and cum from their previous rounds has dripped out of his hole, staining his thighs. “You can fuck my thighs,” he says.<\/p>\n He can practically hear the smile in Pat’s voice as he squeezes the top of one, right below Pran’s ass cheek. “I think I will,” Pat says, and Pran drifts off to sleep with the feeling of Pat’s fat cock desperately rutting between the meat of his thighs.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Pran doesn’t think much of it in the morning; his desires late at night are kind of silly, even embarrassing in the broad light of day. Yeah, that was something he wanted, even though it was hot in the midst of his and Pat’s sex marathon. But he could think nearly everything is hot when it comes to Pat\u2014the months they were sort-of-but-not-really together led Pran into a lot of fantasies, as tame as they were. Pat breaking into his room and saying he can’t take it anymore, fucking Pran while he’s asleep, or maybe they get put under some magical spell where Pran can get pregnant, and Pat’s afraid of coming inside, even though Pran wants it; or even Pat begging Pran to fuck him, which doesn’t seem… Pran’s sure Pat would, if he asked him, but Pat already favors his own dick so much, and Pran’s body and using him, and Pran likes that a lot, too.<\/p>\n Pran doesn’t know. He might like a lot of things.<\/p>\n Piss is… unsanitary, as the first thing, though. Even if late night (okay, and maybe daylight) Pran thinks it’s hot, it wouldn’t be that practical, right? Sure, he supposes in bed it’s not that much different from cum; Pran never wet the bed as a child, but he remembers in primary school there was a rumor that Pat did, that made Pat cry until Pran picked a fight with him in art class that everyone talked about that instead and seemed to forget about the rumor. It wouldn’t be that different for Pat, then, if he’s had experience\u2014well, that’s not a charitable way of thinking of Pat when he was young, Pran realizes with some embarrassment.<\/p>\n Whatever. His brain goes in weird directions during the day, so Pran resolves to stop thinking about it. He and Pat have had a lot of really great sex since getting together last week; he doesn’t need some thought\u2014that he’s not even sure Pat would like<\/em>\u2014to get in the way of that at all. Beginnings of relationships are kind of fragile, even though Pran doesn’t feel that right now, like he and Pat were meant to do this their whole lives. He’s happy. He finally gets what he’s wanted his whole life, the person he knows and loves the most wanting as much of him as he can give back. He shouldn’t be thinking of anything else.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n He’s drunk on all the beer, but he’s drunk on Pat as well, kissing him so hungrily like he might swallow him whole if he isn’t careful. Pat’s pliant against him, letting Pran lead him, as Pran slips his hand under Pat’s shirt, feeling his hard abs, his soft belly, warmer than the air around them.<\/p>\n Pran has half a mind to push Pat to the ground and fuck him right here; but they’re on the beach and even though Uncle Tong has been so generous, he’s pretty sure he won’t appreciate accidentally walking in on them making love on the shore. So Pran breaks apart from Pat and says, “Let’s go back.”<\/p>\n Pat’s mouth is open like he wants Pran to kiss him again, before he nods dumbly and says, “Yeah.”<\/p>\n Pran holds his hand, leading him away.<\/p>\n The walk back to their room feels like a fever dream, a haze of desire and want as before he knows it, Pran’s pushing the door open, then turning around and dragging Pat back into him. He doesn’t kiss him at first, just eyes him, his boyfriend who’s drunk on beer and love and desire. All for Pran, only for Pran, gaze flickering down to Pran’s mouth like he wants to kiss him so badly but is waiting for Pran to make the first move. He’s never looked hotter.<\/p>\n Pat says, “You gonna do something?” all breathy and like he’s trying to challenge Pran, even though Pran can hear the impatience, the unbridled want in his voice.<\/p>\n But Pran’s impatient too; there’s something he’s been wanting to do for a long time.<\/p>\n “Yeah,” Pran says, and tugs him backwards, pushing him into bed.<\/p>\n They make quick work of their clothes; Pran wants to see him desperately, but there’s no time to turn the bedside lamp on. He gets the lube they’ve left in the nightstand drawer, then stares at the long line of Pat’s naked body on the bed, glimmering in the moonlight. Pat’s outstretched, nipples hard and eyes heavy, wanton and smug like he knows what’s coming.<\/p>\n It surprises Pran a little, but. But they’ve always been on the same wavelength, equal. There’s nothing Pran wants from Pat that Pat wouldn’t want from Pran, too. “Spread your legs,” Pran instructs.<\/p>\n Pat arches his back\u2014Pran’s breath hitches\u2014then his knees fall open, everything on display. His cock is more than half-hard, too. God<\/em>, Pran wants to eat him up. “Yes, sir,” Pat says obediently, smiling up at Pran.<\/p>\n Pran gets down between Pat’s thighs so that he’s face to face with Pat’s puckering, greedy hole. “Good puppy,” he says as he lubes up a finger, then traces his rim.<\/p>\n Pat gasps, and his back arches again. He’s so easy like this, but Pran feels more patient with it too, in control, the alcohol in his blood making his brain fuzzy and clear all at once. When he finally slides a finger in, Pat lets out a loud whine, and Pran has to press the heel of his free palm against his dick to control himself. It’s like nothing else matters right now\u2014not their parents, or Uncle Tong, or their friends, or the rest of the world. Right now, the only thing that matters is how hot and tight Pat is inside, how Pran’s stroking his walls with one, two fingers, desperate to get inside of him. When he pulls his fingers out Pat whines, “Pran,” as his legs twitch, his hole flexing hungrily.<\/p>\n “Be patient, puppy,” Pran says, and smirks as Pat buries his face to the side, into his pillow.<\/p>\n His boyfriend really is like a dog, with the way when Pran finally slides his cock inside of him, Pat’s tongue lolls out as he pants against Pran’s cheek. “Fuck,” Pran gets out, teeth gritted. “Fuck, Pat, you feel so good.”<\/p>\n “Call me\u2014” Pat gasps.<\/p>\n Pran knows. “Puppy?” he says. “You want me to call you puppy again?” He pulls out, then thrusts back in, making Pat sob against his cheek.<\/p>\n “Pran, baby\u2014”<\/p>\n “I’ll call you puppy if you’re good,” Pran manages. Fuck, Pat’s so goddamn tight around him, he can’t believe he hadn’t done this before. Pat’s not like how Pran expected him to be, maybe a little uncomfortable at first until Pran’s dick stroked against his prostate. No, Pat’s a slut for it, wrapping his legs around Pran’s waist and pushing him deeper with his heels, letting out little whines as Pran finds his rhythm, fucking him into the mattress, the bed squeaking and headboard bumping into the wall.<\/p>\n “Puppy,” Pran breathes into Pat’s face, and feels Pat clench around him, like he wants more, like he likes the rhythm and the feeling of Pran inside of him all at once. “Puppy,” Pran says again, kissing Pat’s eyelids. “You’re so good.”<\/p>\n “Shit, Pran,” Pat says, and Pran thinks it\u2019s because he’s about to come. But Pat twitches against him, and Pran runs a hand over his stomach\u2014Pat whines, “Fuck, Pran, wait, I really need to pee\u2014”<\/p>\n Pran’s brain whites out because of how desperate he sounds. How long has Pat needed to go, and was he going to wait the whole time? While Pran was fucking him, inside of him, drunk and hot like he could fuck him slow and fast like this for hours? It must’ve been all the beer, since they didn’t break to stop since they were on the beach, and Pran can faintly feel his bladder in protest too, even though he has more experience holding it, since he usually doesn’t like using public restrooms. But Pat doesn’t have that experience, and now his dick is straining between their stomachs, and he’s whining and gasping, “Pran, Pran, wait\u2014” as Pran keeps on fucking him, because he wants to see it, feel it.<\/p>\n “Puppy needs to pee?” Pran manages. His elbows are on either side of Pat’s head, pinning him down. “You can, go on.”<\/p>\n “On\u2014” Pat’s eyes widen. “Right now?”<\/p>\n Pran cocks his head to the side. If he were sober he might think twice, but he’s too lost\u2014Pat’s<\/em> too lost to care. “What, too embarrassed to?” he asks.<\/p>\n He pushes his cock deeper into Pat, then\u2014he’s been going pretty slowly, as Pat twists and turns in his hold. Pat gasps and says, “Fuck, Pran, that,” and Pran’s pretty sure he’s hit his prostate.<\/p>\n Pat says, “But, the sheets\u2014”<\/p>\n “And here I thought I was the clean one,” Pran says, and slides out then thrusts back in again, making Pat’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Pat’s legs flex and loosen around Pran, like he’s not sure what he wants to do. “It’s okay, puppy, come on. Come pee on me.”<\/p>\n The feeling of wet warmth, accompanied by Pat’s low whine, actually surprises Pran, even though he knows he was asking for it\u2014he’d expected it to take longer, but the moment he finishes his sentence, Pat’s releasing onto their stomachs, a loud, desperate rush as his piss spurts from his cock between them. Pran’s breath hitches and he groans, “Puppy,” and feels Pat tighten around his cock, releasing on him even more, splashing onto their chests and bellybuttons and the slight hair below as Pran keeps fucking him with a wet slapping sounds. It’s so much, so dirty, <\/em>Pat marking him up while he moans, whimpering, pissing all over him. Pran groans and shoves his face into the crook of Pat’s neck, bites the meat of his shoulder as his hips buck erratically and he comes, filling up Pat inside and making him moan again.<\/p>\n When he comes down, Pat’s stroking his back. Pran picks himself up to look Pat in the eye.<\/p>\n Pat smirks, and his eyes are glimmering with mirth in the moonlight. “You liked that, huh?” he says, and his words slur together, either from the alcohol or the sex.<\/p>\n Pran rolls his eyes. He knows he’s grinning too. “So did you,” he accuses. He knows he should get up; he can feel the residue of Pat’s piss damp on his stomach and chest, glistening in the moonlight. He’s pretty sure\u2014hopes, at least\u2014it’s barely hit the sheets, so he doesn’t have to wake Uncle Tong in the middle of the night to ask for clean ones. But he wants to stay here with the reminder of Pat’s mark all over him just a little longer.<\/p>\n Pat sighs, flopping his head to the side. Pran wants to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Not my fault, you’re the one who keeps saying I’m like a dog,” he says. “What am I supposed to do?”<\/p>\n Pran laughs against his skin. “Alright, sure,” he says, and tangles his hand with Pat’s. “Let’s get clean then, puppy, before we go to sleep.”<\/p>\n Pat closes his eyes. He lets out a loud, fake snore that echoes in the room.<\/p>\n Pran laughs again. “Pat, come on,” he says, and tugs him out of bed and into the shower.<\/p>\n He fucks Pat again\u2014once, in the shower, so hard that Pat comes with only a few strokes on his cock, so much and so intense that he nearly passes out in Pran’s grip; and the second time nice and slow, while they’re both semi-clothed again in bed, until Pat’s back is arching even though Pran can tell he’s fading, not hard again but wanting more from Pran anyway, like he just can’t say no. Pran comes with a grunt inside of him, hot and thick, and hears Pat sigh as he’s filled up, half-asleep. Pran fingers his come deep inside Pat before sliding Pat’s boxers back up, and then his own, cuddling against his boyfriend’s back and holding him in his arms.<\/p>\n He knows it’s not a competition, but he gets a ten out of ten anyway, so he feels that same rush of victory he always got when he beat Pat at something in high school\u2014that he knows he’s won.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Pat whines, “Praaaan.”<\/p>\n Pran smiles to himself. They’re walking through the mall, and even though Pat’s holding his hand with one, the other is clutching onto Pran’s sleeve as his boyfriend needles him.<\/p>\n “Pran,” Pats begs. “Please? I really need to pee.”<\/p>\n Pran ignores the twist of heat in his stomach at those words, and schools his mouth as aloof as he can. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have drank all those iced milk teas earlier,” he says.<\/p>\n Pat pouts. “You’re the one who made me drink it.”<\/p>\n He’s right; they’d gotten drinks at a cafe, but to his boyfriend’s visible surprise, Pran had ordered five. One for himself, and four for his boyfriend, after he’d finished his own. Pat hadn’t whined about being thirsty but they’d agreed to do something… out of the ordinary today, at Pran’s direction. Pat knows he’s just along for the ride, so when Pran handed him drink after drink, and when Pat said he didn’t want anymore, Pran would go, “What, you think you can’t finish it?” and five minutes later the cup would be empty.<\/p>\n There’s no way Pat doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he clings to Pran anyway. “We should go home,” Pat insists. “At least. Aren’t you afraid of our parents seeing us?”<\/p>\n Typically, Pran would be, except today he’d also made sure with Paa that she would keep her parents busy this afternoon, while Wai went to Pran’s house under the pretense of wanting to hang out with him, both of them knowing that even when Pran’s not home, his mom will drag Wai in and insist that he stay over for dinner anyway. Pran checks his watch\u2014he has a few hours until then, which is more than enough for what he wants to do with Pat.<\/p>\n Pran slides his gaze over to him. “Are you?”<\/p>\n “You know I’m not scared of anything,” Pat replies, even though he’s hunched over a bit, probably to keep his bladder under control.<\/p>\n He’s cute. Pran wants to slide his hand under his shirt, press down over it and see if that will make Pat go, or if he has the willpower to hold it more. Either way, the thought makes Pran hot under his ears.<\/p>\n Pran untangles his fingers from Pat’s and starts to walk ahead of him. “Come on, then,” he says, and smiles to himself when Pat catches up and grabs onto his hand again.<\/p>\n He leads Pat around the mall, checking out tech stores and furniture stores and the music store they always go to, while Pat clutches to him and paces with how much he needs to pee. Pran considers taking him to see a movie at the cineplex, but figures that would be too much\u2014plus being inside a cinema makes him feel gross anyway, and then they would have to take a shower when they got home before anything else, and Pran doesn’t want to do that. He wants Pat messy as he is without smelling like popcorn and snacks, and so after the last store, Pran turns to him and says, “Ready to go home?”<\/p>\n Pat looks so eager Pran can practically see his tail wagging. “Yeah,” he says. Then, with an uptick of his mouth: “Can I go to the bathroom first?”<\/p>\n Pran raises his eyebrow. The nerve of his boyfriend. “When we get home,” he says, and Pat looks all the more excited for it.<\/p>\n When they get to Pran’s car, Pran climbs into the passenger seat as Pat starts up the car. Pran had gotten a few things at the mall: a new guitar pick, some stationary, a box of sweets Pat had paid for that they can eat together later. But it’s nothing compared to parading Pat around as he held his pee, breathing ragged and now desperately excited as he starts his precious car. “You better not speed,” Pran warns him as Pat starts backing out of the parking garage.<\/p>\n Pat says, “I’d never,” a bold-faced lie.<\/p>\n Pran knows he’s not exactly more innocent though, as five minutes into the drive, one of his hands wanders onto Pat’s lap. He knows Pat would never want to dirty his car\u2014Pran wonders how far he’ll go to maintain that.<\/p>\n “Pran,” Pat says, but Pran doesn’t look at him, hand wandering up further and further. “Pran,” Pat warns again, as Pran’s hand finds the outline of his dick beneath his jeans.<\/p>\n Pran turns to him. “What?” he says, and cups Pat over his pants.<\/p>\n Pat winces, and shifts in his seat. “Pran, you know I really have to go\u2014”<\/p>\n Pran squeezes his dick, making Pat gasp and flutter his eyes half closed. It’s dangerous, since Pat’s driving\u2014pretty slowly, Pran notes\u2014but the thrill sends shivers down Pran’s spine, too. “Yeah?” Pran says. “Then go.” He knows Pat won’t.<\/p>\n “I can’t,” Pat whines. He jostles under Pran’s grip, but his control really is monumental. “Pran, please\u2014”<\/p>\n “You want me to stop?” Pran asks innocently.<\/p>\n Pat glances at him. Pat’s never asked him to really stop anything, not even once\u2014Pran hasn’t either, not in a way where he actually meant it. It’s probably a problem, since they’ve ended up late to so many things because of their incessant need for competition, but Pran has never known anything else with Pat. If Pat can do anything for hours, then so can he.<\/p>\n Pat straightens himself in his seat, steeling his face. “No,” he says. “Go on, I’m fine.”<\/p>\n Pran presses down on his dick, and smirks with satisfaction as he sees the corner of Pat’s mouth tighten.<\/p>\n It’s not a long drive back to their dorms, though, and Pran only keeps his hand in place, merely touching him for the rest of the ride, because he’s thinking of what he’s going to get, how the time between here and his apartment is getting closer and closer. The moment Pat turns off his car, they’re both scrambling out, Pran leading the way as Pat grabs for his hand and trails behind him.<\/p>\n The elevator ride feels like nothing but a brief moment in time\u2014before he knows it, Pran finds himself back in his dorm with his shoes kicked off, pressed against the door by his boyfriend, as hard in his pants as Pat’s desperate bladder is, as Pat zips his own jeans down. “Pran, Pran,” Pat mouths against his neck, unbuttoning and sliding Pran’s pants down too. He’s such a good puppy.<\/p>\n “Pat,” Pran pants against his ear. The car ride had been torturous for him, too, knowing Pat was straining against his pants, desperate to go but listening to Pran and holding it, being his good little puppy. “You wanna go? You wanna go now?”<\/p>\n Pat nods into the crook of his neck.<\/p>\n Pran steps out of his pants and kicks them aside, his bare ass pressing into the cool wood of his door. “Go on,” he says to Pat. “Pee on me.”<\/p>\n Pat cries out, just as Pran feels his hard full dick spasm against his thigh, as he pisses on Pran, hot and loud. The sound of his piss rushing out and hitting Pran’s skin and then the tile floor is embarrassing, and Pran knows he’ll have to clean it up later. But the feeling of Pat marking him, desperate to go and desperate to claim Pran, is so hot that it’s blinding. Pat’s piss gets a little on their shirts and soaks their jeans by their feet, dripping between their thighs, dribbling down both their legs to their ankles that Pran can feel as it slides beneath his foot. The rush of hot, uncontrollable piss coming from his boyfriend makes Pran so hungry for it that he jerks off while Pat pees, dripping on his own cock and thighs, and it doesn’t take long for Pran to come as well, with the mixture of Pat’s piss and his own precum slick on his dick. Pat moans as he stops pissing, mesmerized and adoring, watching Pran twitch through his orgasm,<\/p>\n Pran’s chest is heaving as he finally crests down, legs quickly cooling in the light of his apartment, despite the wetness between their bodies\u00a0 “Look at what you did,” Pran says, peering down between them.<\/p>\n Pat grins at him, and bites at Pran’s nose, licks his lips. “I can clean it up for you if you want,” he says.<\/p>\n Now that’s something Pran hasn’t quite thought about before: Pat on the ground, licking his own piss and Pran’s cum, cleaning it all up with his tongue. Pran winces as his dick twitches in interest again. Later. If Pat wants to, Pran might let him next time. 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