I got a ton of pictures of fetus Patrick and Pete and I just really wanted to make a Oneshot where teenage Patrick is a hot sweaty mess and yeah that idea really turned me on so have some fetus BDSM.

Kink: BDSM, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation
Ship: Pete/Patrick
Top: Pete
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 653

"P-Pete, fuck, please, Pete!"

"You wanna cum, Slut?" Pete asks, almost laughs and it only makes the need worse.

Patrick's been tied down to this stupid bed for at least 3 hours straight taking everything Pete's been giving him. His cock, his mouth, his spit, fucking hell he even took his piss. But they both agreed to never do that again about five minutes after 'cause well... it was kinda gross and while Pete's always been into that stuff, Patrick... not so much.

Anyways, back to now. Here. Sweat clings to the dirty blond's back and his chest is arching off of the bed as Pete continues to jerk off his used, aching cock. Have I mentioned he hasn't come yet? Yeah, 3 hits if just plain teasing.

"Yes, Pete, Pete please. I wanna cum so bad."

Pete smirks, lowering his hand to just above Patrick's crotch and pressing down, watching Patrick's face scrunch up in pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Yeah? You think you could finally take it?"

"Yes! Please, I learned my lesson!" Patrick sobs out.

"What's that?" Pete asks with a shit-eating grin.

"I..." he looks away reluctantly but when Pete presses down harder, he groans and turns back to Pete.

"I look good just the way I am."

Pete smirks a little and after a moment, finally nods and begins jerking the 18 year old off in slow, teasing strokes.

"You did so good for me, Lunchbox, and because of that, I think I'll let you come. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Pete!" Patrick groans, arching his back off the bed and grinding into Pete's hand desperate for friction, "C-Can't, Pete, let me come. Please I need to cum."

Pete licks a strip of sweat from his chest, tasting the salt on his tongue before finally nodding and playing with the cockring around the younger's length.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Pete, oh my god, please."

"3...2...1."

Pete pulls off the cockring and leans back as soon as he can, watching as Patrick comes undone on the bed.

Eyes rolling back, arms shaking and straining against the handcuffs, feet braced into the bed, cock spewing white onto his stomach and chest, a near scream emitting from the boy's throat.

His whole body is shuddering and shaking on the bed from the intense orgasm and for a moment, it feels like he won't stop coming. Soon enough, however, he does.

He goes limp on the bed, panting with tears falling down his cheeks. His arms and legs still shaking violently and his eyes empty, completely tired and exhausted and relieved and just lost.

Pete quickly gets to work on unlocking the restraints on Patrick's wrists and ankles and wiping off the cum with a towel from under the bed.

"P-P-Pete..."

"Shh, I got you, Baby." Pete whispers, inspecting the boy's wrists and making sure the circulation is coming back.

"N-need you." Patrick whispers, his voice cracking somewhere in there. Pete wastes no time in crawling in bed and holding the boy close as he continues to shake and shudder.

"You did so good, I'm so proud of you, so fucking proud, do you understand?" Pete asks, "I could never ask for a better boyfriend and you did so well. Took everything I asked, waited, god you're so good. So perfect. I love you, Tricky."

"I-I l-love y-y-you, too." Patrick whispers back, and it's not long before he's fallen asleep in Pete's arms, shaking gone and replaced only with rest.

"Sleep well," Pete whispers.