Kink: BDSM, Waxplay, daddy kink
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Gerard
Words: 1909

I decided to try making Gerard a bottom for once

Also I didn't edit/revise this so sorry if it's kinda crappy or it has mistakes.

Patrick's hands tangle in my red hair, his fingers pulling each strand tight with no slack and causing prickles of pleasurable pain to spread through my scalp. Each hair that's tugged just makes my pants tighter and tighter, each speedy breath on my neck just makes me pull his hips closer. It's irresistible.

"Gerard, I want to try something," He whispers, his bleached hair is so tempting to tug but I know his rule. No tugging unless he tells me I can, or I'll be punished and I'll have to watch him jack off on his own, with no help and no touching myself.

The first time I broke that rule and got my punishment, I ended up crying in frustration and I hated it because the only thing on my mind was how much I wanted to touch him. How much I wanted to touch myself. How much I wanted him to touch me.

No, I've learned my lesson and I will not break that rule again.

"Gerard, you listening?" He asks a little harder.

"Huh?" I blink, "Uh... w-what did you want to try?"

He smirks and points to the bedside table where I can see a candlestick, unlit but as soon as my eyes cross over it and the bowl of slowly melting ice beside it, my face goes flushed.

"If it's okay?" He says.

"Please," I whimper.

He smacks my ass, making me moan loudly. He chuckles, "Such a slut, aren't you, Gee?"

"Yes, sir," I squeak as he gets off of me.

He leans over the edge of the bed and pulls out our box of supplies, the lid halfway ajar.

"Shut your eyes, Baby." He says softly. I squeeze my eyelids shut, scared of how he'd punish me if I don't, and hear him shuffling through our supplies.

I feel him tug off my shirt and throw it somewhere else before a silky fabric is slipped over my eyes and tied in the back.

"Open your eyes. Can you see?"

"No, Sir."

"Good boy."

I feel cold metal on my wrists, handcuffs tightening around the soft skin, "What's the safe word?"

"M-mint..." I whisper.

"Use it if you have to, Baby." He replies, I can hear him lick his lips.

"Yes, sir."

I can hear the sound of the candle being lifted and I tense, unsure of how much this will hurt. Sure, I'm a masochist but I still have my limits on a lot of things.

This is new.

I can feel the wax drip down on my skin. It doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it would... it...

Oh my god...

OH MY GOD

"Patrick!" I moan, rolling my body, desperately up. He chuckles a low, husky chuckle that sends goosebumps up my spine.

"Do you like that, Baby?" He asks.

"Yes, please, Daddy, more," I beg, I almost never call him Daddy but I'm making an exception because holy shit does this feel amazing.

"More?" He asks like he's wondering if he really should, "Beg for me, and then maybe."

"Daddy, please it feels so good, Sir! I want more, please hurt me," I beg, with a whine.

I feel more hot wax burning my skin and making my pants even tighter but this time, as soon as the wax begins to dry, I also feel an ice cube drag along the liquid.

I let out a shudder of pleasure, my jeans honestly feel like they're about to rip open.

"Do you want it on your hips?" Patrick asks, his voice low and seductive, "Do you want Daddy to make you feel so good? Do you want Daddy to hurt you like the little whore you are?"

"Please, Daddy," I whimper.

He drags his nails down my already red chest making me arch my back into his fingers and moan out. Each scratch hurts so bad but it feels so good and each moan I let out just encourages him to go harder.

When his fingers finally leave my skin, I can feel him tugging down my pants. I want to see it. I want to see him but I know the blindfold is there to add to the intimacy and the pleasure. I never know what he'll do...

My pants and boxers are off, leaving me naked under him, exposed. I'm putting all my trust in him now.

That's the way he's always liked it.

The hot wax drops down my stomach, making my breathing to become unsteady in pleasure yet again and my hands to regrip the handcuffs. It burns so fucking good. I love it...

He continues to drip the wax down my hips where I roll them up, desperate for more wax.

I hear him set the candle down and pick something else up, I assume the ice cube.

As soon as it touches my skin, I let out a half-scream of pleasure. The difference between the temperature and the feeling of something burning then something freezing my skin just feels so amazing. I whimper out as he continues to move the ice across my skin.

"Daddy! Fuck me please!" I beg, half sobbing.

I feel the ice cube leave my skin and his hand at my throat, squeezing just slightly but enough to cut off a bit of my air.

"You do not give Daddy orders, understand?" He growls. I whimper, unsure of what he'll do. All I know is that he wants to do something to me. A punishment.

I feel him scratch off the drying candle wax and I try my best not to show my pleasure because that always leads to more punishment.

Once all the candle wax is chipped off, I feel him pulling off my handcuffs and blindfold so I can see him furrowed eyebrows and pale, sweaty chest.

Yummy.

"Bend over the side of the bed," he grows once he's off the bed himself.

I quickly comply, not wasting any time. As soon as I'm bent over the bed, he reties the blindfold around my eyes and the handcuffs around my wrists.

"Ten spankings, count each one, no other sounds, and call me Sir." He growls in a low and husky voice, right in my ear.

"Y-yes, Sir," I whimper.

The first causes me to buck forward into the bed and stifle a moan, "One, Sir."

The second comes down harder, I can feel it burning for a while after it comes, "Two, Sir."

The third makes me bite into the covers to hold back a moan. Soon after it hits, I can feel him stroking his hands through my hair and whispering out, "Such a good boy taking it all for me, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, S-sir..."

The fourth makes me whimper then bite my lip, hoping he didn't hear it.

"No sounds,"

"Y-yes, Sir, sorry, Sir..."

The fifth comes down hard.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth get progressively softer.

The tenth comes down so hard that I can't stop the soft, "Ah!" That leaves my mouth.

"Do you need prepping?" He asks, "or can you take it dry?"

My breathing grows even more unsteady as I realize what he's getting at, "I can take it dry, Sir."

"Call me Daddy, and you can make sound if you'd like." He whispers in my ear, "I want you to fucking scream for me."

As he says those words, I also hear him unzipping his pants and letting them pool at his ankles.

"Yes, Daddy,"

His hands are on my ass, spreading it softly and letting his thumb rub my entrance for a little bit, I try my best not to grind back on it as I whimper.

"Such a good..." he takes a deep breath, his cock lined up with my entrance, "Slut,"

I feel him shove himself into me with that word, a scream of pain and pleasure leaving my lips.

"Tell Daddy what you want,"

"I want..." My voice cracks halfway through so I take a breath to calm myself and try to make some of this burning to go away, "I want you to make me scream, please, Daddy..."

"Such a polite boy," he strokes my hair but then tugs it back and leans over so our lips touch, I lean into the kiss but he pulls away before I can get too far into it.

He shoves me back down into the bed, still gripping my hair tightly with one hand and with the other, he tightly holds my hip.

He thrusts out and back in hard, hitting my prostate almost immediately.

"D-Daddy..." I moan as he picks up a slow pace, agonizingly slow. It kills me inside because I want him to go faster. I want him to fuck me and lose control.

"F-faster, please..."

He tugs my hair back but let's go as he grips both of my hips and begins going faster, slowly growing speed and changing his angle so he hits right...

"Ngh, Daddy!" I yell.

"Yeah? Right there?" He asks, ramming right into my prostate.

"F-feels so good, D-Daddy..."

He begins pressing me back against him and thrusting into me faster and faster, his cock hitting my prostate with each thrust now and his hands scratching down my back, leaving red marks.

I'm trying to hold back my moans out of embarrassment, but it's getting harder and harder to do because by this point, he's on the edge of letting go and going as hard and he can right into my goddamn prostate.

"Come on, B-Baby. Moan for me. I want to hear you," he says.

"Daddy! Please, harder! It feels so good..."

That's it.

He lets go.

He rams into me, his hips slamming against my ass, his hands thrusting my own hips back to meet his, and his cock abusing my prostate.

"Daddy!" I scream, "Oh my god!"

He leans forward and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, still ramming into me.

My finish is coming closer and closer, I'm squirming under him and sobbing in pleasure and I don't know how much longer I can hold off.

"D-Daddy, I need to come please..." I beg.

Patrick hums in acknowledgement, "Wait,"

I try to hold it in but it's impossibly hard, how the hell are you supposed to hold it in?

I wait for a little anyways, trying my best not to come and just to squeeze my eyes, shut, biting the sheets.

"You can come when Daddy comes," he mouths into my ear.

His thrusts are getting sloppier by the second. His ramming getting softer until I can feel him filling me up.

And goddamn if that isn't hot I don't know what is.

I come into the bedsheets, my throbbing cock going limp and my lungs inflating and deflating quickly.

Patrick pulls out and collapses on the bed, I can see sweat clinging to his body and it's honestly the hottest thing I've ever seen.

He shuts his eyes.

Then he giggles and pulls me close, I bury my head in his chest, "Thank you, Patrick..."

He hums and kisses my forehead gently.

And then I feel myself drifting off into sleep.