Requested by baconaxolotl sorry it took so long. I had major writer's block with this one.

Kink: Vanilla, Sweet, Rough??? Begging
Ship: Pete/Brendon
Top: Pete
Bottom: Brendon
Words: 836

"Pete," I whine, gripping his shoulders for stability as he presses me roughly against the wall and bites down hard on my neck.

"Shut the fuck up, Bren," he growls, his fringe crossing over his wild eyes before he licks up the sweat forming on my neck.

The emo bites on my lip, tugging it back before he's pulling off my pants, throwing them to the floor along with my boxers and then grinding against me, still attacking my neck.

I squeeze my eyes shut and release a shaky breath, before Pete's unbuckling and unzipping his own jeans and letting them fall to the floor with his own boxers.

I let out a breathy moan at the sight of his cock and inch my legs apart little by little as he returns to my neck to suck hickeys down the side. Sweat is making my hair stick up and I can feel it on his body as well, especially when I pull him impossibly closer.

"Damn, Bren, gonna fuck you so hard," he groans, licking at my ear as he says so and I really wouldn't oppose to that right now.

"Please," I groan back when he licks at his fingers and spins me around so my chest is against the wall and the next thing I know his fingers are pressing into my ass and he's fingering me open.

"Missed you so much," Pete whispers, pressing against my prostate and making me moan out, scratching at the walls.

"Y-you, too, oh fuck." I grunt out, cut off by two more fingers entering and stretching me open quickly before disappearing.

I shut my eyes and prepare myself as he rolls on a condom and I think... oh my god he has lube in his pocket that little shit.

He kisses up and down my back, hushing me gently as he presses in little at a time letting me adjust as we go.

"Pete, oh shit god."

"I know, shh."

I grunt out when he finally bottoms out and rubs circles into my hips, biting and licking down my neck and staying at my ears for a little while. I've always been weak for that.

After a minute or so, he pulls out slightly and comes back in, but it's so soft I barely feel it.

"Pete," I whisper, desperation in my voice, "Pete, please."

He breaths against the back of my neck and after a moment, he finally pulls back almost all the way and slams back in, hearing me yelp is surprise and pleasure.

"More, more, please, oh god please," I whisper.

"Needy slut," he whispers in my ear just before he pulls out and goes back in, starting a steady pace that he could keep up for a while. I know his stamina.

"Hold on," he grunts after a moment, pulling out and flipping me around, "Jump."

I quickly comply, wrapping my legs around his waist as he enters me again and finally begins thrusting again. It's slower, but it's so much deeper and oh god.

"P-Pete," I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut as he pounds into me roughly, kissing down my neck to my nipples and sucking for a bit.

His breaths are warm against my skin and my back arches off of the wall as he runs his fingers across my skin, the sensitivity getting to me and pushing me further and further to the edge despite the fact I'm still a long way off.

"Love you so much," Pete whispers, but before I can comply, he's kissing me harder and jerking me off in quick strokes, his fingers flicking over my tip as he continues to pound into me.

"Pete," I moan, grinding down against him when he hits my prostate over and over and over again. It's almost unbearable.

"I know you're close, Bren," he whispers, ghosting his breath over my neck as he continues to jerk and squeeze and bite and pound, "Want you to cum all over us, make us a hot little mess, can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Pete," I whisper, rolling my eyes back.

"Count of three, ready?" Pete asks softly, biting my lip.

"One." I tense a little, and continue to work up the friction, whimpering and moaning at the sensations.

"Two." I take a breath.

"Three."

I cum, squirting over his chest and my chest and both our stomachs until I'm absolutely spent and my hardon has gone soft.

Pete finishes soon after me and as soon as he does, he carries me into the bedroom and sets me down on the bed, kissing my lips softly.

"I love you, so much." He whispers.

"Love you, too, Pete," I reply, watching as he black haired boy smiles down at me, his thorn necklace delicate on his skin.

"Goodnight."

"Night..."