Kink: BDSM, flogging
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Gerard
Words: 1075

I smirk to Patrick as I rub my fingers through his hair and the running water, the bleach washing out quickly down his body and finally through the drain but as soon as I'm sure it's all gone, he gets to my own dark red hair, giggling softly.

"This is gonna be awesome." He grins.

"Mhmm."

"No, but like, you're gonna be really sexy after this is done. I wanna fuck you." Patrick grins at me, his fingers trailing down my chest, down, down, down. My breathing hitches as he takes me in his hand and strokes the tip just gently.

I let out a small whimper, bucking my hips forward into his hand softly.

"I bought some... um..." I blush, "I bought some stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Like... sex stuff..."

He bites his lip and pulls me closer, kissing down my neck gently.

"What kind of stuff, Baby?" He asks.

"Handcuffs, a vibrator... riding crop..." I'm blushing more and more with each word that comes out of my mouth.

"Mmm... sounds fun." He giggles, running his fingers up my chest, "Once we get out I want you to dry yourself off and get ready for me, on your knees, hands behind your back on the floor with everything set out on the bed. You'll call me Sir, okay?"

"O-Okay," I whimper.

"Okay what?" He growls, smacking my ass.

"Okay, Sir."

***

"Look at you, Gee," I hear the blonde say as the door opens and shuts, a towel wrapped around his waist, "So obedient for me, just like I asked..."

I keep quiet, unsure if I'm allowed to make sounds as he walks around my kneeling figure, my head down, my hands joined by fingers to a wrist behind my back.

"Isn't that right, Slut?" He growls as he slaps me gently,

"Yes, Sir." I say, quick to respond.

He runs his fingers through my hair gently and finally leaves my side to go to the bed and evaluate the toys that I set out. Out of the corner of my eye, his hands at strumming against his leg nervously and it swallows me with an ounce or two of guilt.

"S-Sir?" I ask.

"Yes, Gee?"

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." I say gently, hoping to comfort him.

He turns from the bed to near me and press two fingers until my chin, tilting my head up to look into his eyes.

"I wanna do whatever you want to, Darling and I'm okay with doing this if you are." He swallows.

I nod, "I want to, Sir."

He pulls away with a short nod before he's turning back to the bed and taking a deep breath.

"Get on the bed, eyes shut, hands at the headboard." He orders quietly but still strong.

I quickly comply, with a small, "Yes, Sir." Rising to my feet and crawling on the bed where I lie with my eyes shut and my hands clasped together at the headboard. Patrick ghosts his fingers down my figure gently, shivers running up my spine as his touch sends flames to my skin.

"So good for me." He whispers, "Aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

I feel him pull a cloth over my eyes and tie it in the back so when I open my eyes, I can't see and he restrains my hands to the bed with the handcuffs.

"Mmm..." he straddles me gently, I can tell he's dropped the towel by the way it's just skin on skin with nothing separating us, "so beautiful."

I blush as he trails his fingers down my skin, goosebumps rising with his touch.

"I'm gonna use the crop on you. If it hurts too much just let me know, mkay?" He asks softly.

I nod blindly, unable to do much else while he gets off of me and I have to take deep breaths.

I strain my ears, listening for where he'll hit, when he'll hit, how hard he'll hit. I have no idea and it scares me but at the same time, it just puts more of my trust in him.

"Ready, Baby?" He asks gently and I can feel the smooth leather dragging across my skin, past my inner thigh (where I flinch away from the cold touch) and back up my chest to rest under my chin.

"Yes, Sir." I say softly, my breathing fast, my chest heaving.

Slap

I let out a yelp of surprise as it lands right on my chest across a nipple but goddamn I fucking love it.

He chuckles softly, the crop leaving the now sensitive skin  as I squirm under his gaze, swallowing.

The next one lands right on my stomach, a long shiver coursing through my body in reaction and the crop leaves again. It stings, it doesn't hurt too bad but just enough to send blood rushing south.

"You're doing so good for me." He whispers as he cups my jaw softly, I lick my lips.

Another strikes the area just above my cock, my pelvis and I jump in surprise but don't make a sound, only my soft panting.

"Do you like it when I talk to you?" He asks in his deep voice, the one nobody but I know.

All I can do is whimper in reply, struggling against the handcuffs.

The crop strikes my stomach hard, more than a sting. A burn and I love it.

"Answer me when I talk to you." He growls.

"Yes, Sir."

He trails the crop back up my chest to my neck where he tilts my head back with the cool leather, my teeth showing through my lips.

He trails it up my chin and back down, disappearing from my skin only to strike my other nipple.

My chest is heaving, my arms sore, my mouth dry as I hear him drop the riding crop and instead straddle me again.

"So good." He sighs out, "I think you deserve an award..."

I grip the handcuffs eagerly.

"Don't make a sound, mkay?" He whispers.

"Yes, Sir."

He trails his fingers down my skin and pulls off for a moment, only to feel something wet wrapping around my cock.

His mouth.

My breathing hitches as I buck my hips up gently.

***

And that's it. Sorry to cut it off short but I hope that was enough BDSM for you.

:P