Kink: Vanilla, first time
Ship: Ryan/Patrick
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Ryan
Words: 913

On the sixth day of Christmas...

"Where the fuck are Brendon and Pete?" Ryan groans from the couch, his hands over his eyes and a whimper in his voice.

I smirk, an amazingly bad idea coming to mind, "We could find something else to entertain us for a bit while we wait..."

"What?" Ryan furrows his eyebrows but as soon as I straddle him on the couch, his eyes go wide and he swallows nervously.

"Are you a virgin?" I whisper into his ear.

"Y-yeah..." he replies quietly.

I smirk, "You wanna change that?"

"Please," he whimpers.

I chuckle, "Let's go to the bedroom, alright? It'll be your Christmas present..."

Ryan nods shakily as I take his hand gently and pull him out of the living room and into the bedroom.

I lay him down on the bed, pulling off my shirt and pants and boxers, and reaching for the lube.

"W-wait, I've never done this before..." Ryan stutters, "I don't know what to do..."

"Take off your clothes and I'll slow down a little." I say softly. He swallows but complies, pulling off his pants and shirt. I finish his boxers, throwing them to the floor with the rest of our clothes and I begin to kiss him softly, he kisses back with as much force as I am, trying to follow in my tracks.

"This is gonna hurt a little bit, just try not to uh... clench..." we both blush softly as I lube up my fingers and position them at his entrance. I kiss him over and over, our lips moving against each other's as I enter my fingers.

He whimpers but I only weave one of my fingers through his soft, chestnut locks, continuing to kiss him and trying it ease him from pain.

The two fingers just barely make it, he's so tight and it makes me feel really bad for him, I'm guessing it hurts a lot. Because of that, I begin to hush him.

I thrust my fingers inside him and curl them making him whimper louder and pull away from the kiss, "Hurts–"

"I know, I know, it's okay, it'll be over in a minute, I promise, shh..." I whisper.

I add a third finger, making him bite his lip in pain.

"Shh, I'm almost done..."

I mouth his jaw softly, and hear his grunts of pain turn into moans of pleasure.

"There, see? It's not that bad..." I kiss him again, tasting his eggnog lips.

I pull my fingers out, he whimpers but it's soon replaced by my lubed up cock, pressing into him softly.

"I know it hurts, Baby, you'll feel so good in a minute," I whisper.

He grips my shoulders but I only pin his hands above his head and kiss him again.

I begin to press in.

His breathing gets deeper and faster.

I continue to press in. One inch, two, three.

He whimpers.

Four, five, six.

"P-Patrick..."

"It's okay, Ry, shh..."

Seven, eight, nine.

"Patrick! S-stop it hurts..." he cries out.

"Just a little more, I promise, you're doing so good, Baby."

Ten.

And a quarter.

I stop and let him adjust, feeling him clench and unclench around me and take deep breaks in and out, "h-hurts..."

"I know, shh..." I hush, weaving my fingers through his air and soon after moving my fingers to his cock, stroking him open palmed softly, "Tell me when I can move..."

He continues to take deep breaths and after a bit I watch him nod, "O-Okay..."

I pull out softly and slam back in. His eyes jolt open and he moans out loudly, "Shit!"

I chuckle, taking it as a sign to continue.

I start a fast rhythm, not bothering to go slowly but at this point, it's easy to tell neither of us really want to take this slow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moans.

"Moan for me, Baby, you're so hot..." I groan, continuing I ran into his prostate.

"Patrick! It feels so good," he whines, "P-please, h-harder!"

I smirk and thrust harder into him, kissing him over and over again and beginning to pump him in sync with my thrusts.

"I-I'm close," he stutters out.

"Already?" I ask with a tired chuckle.

He blushes in embarrassment but I still thrust harder, my thrusts getting sloppier, "It's okay, so am I..."

He rolls his hips back against mine while I spread his precum over the tip of his length and flick my wrist a bit harder.

"On three?" I ask. He nods, "One."

I feel him twitch in my hand.

"Two."

He pulls me down in a passionate kiss.

"Three," I mumble into his lips.

Ryan comes, his cum spreading across both of our stomachs and a loud moan leaving his throat. We continue to kiss even as we come, me into him, him on the both of us until we're both too exhausted to keep riding it out. I collapse beside him, pulling out as I go and catching my breath.

There's a knock at the front door and my eyes widen, my heart that's already racing only beating faster.

I grab my shirt and wipe off the cum quickly, throwing on my boxers and jeans soon after before helping up Ryan and giving him my shirt to clean himself off.

"Merry Christmas, Ry," I giggle.

"Merry Christmas."