I imagined fucking someone to this song and I felt turned on so here. Republished to add more detail etc. this is meant to be read so you listen to the song at the same time as reading so... yea

Kink: Music, Vanilla, Rough
Ship: Pete/Patrick
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Pete
Words: 1117

"Fuck, Trick, I need you, now." I whisper, spreading my legs as he finishes fingering me open and quickly slicks himself up with a condom and lube.

The song switches on the speakers that fill the room with music (we like listening to music and kind of going to the beat of the song, okay?) usually by Panic! At the Disco or My Chemical Romance.

But this is different.

"We've gone way too fast for way too long."

Patrick begins to slide in me asking, "You okay, Pete?" And, "Need me to stop?"

I just tell him to continue.

"And we were never supposed to make it half this far."

"Isn't this a bit slow?" I ask as Patrick rubs my skin up and down, playing with my nipples here and there.

"Shh, just trust me, Babe."

"And I lived so much life, lived so much life.
I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice."

We sit for a bit, listening to the music as I adjust to his size, wincing here and there.

"Kill me twice like my name was Nikki Sixx."

"Trick, you can move."

"I woke up in my shoes again but somewhere you exist."

"No, shut up. Hold on." He says.

"Singing, oops I did it again."

He starts at a slow pace.

"I forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
And send the message I was young and the menace."

Right at the bass drop, he pulls out and slams back in, biting down into my neck and thrusting to the beat of the bass, in when it stops, out when it begins again. It's slow but so rhythmic that I can't help but moan out and grind back against him.

Each thrust sends my body jerking up and a cry leaving my throat at the sensations, my hands pinned above my head and my moans filling the room just under the music.

His soft grunts fill my ears just beside the crashing waves of the music, a never ending war swimming and choking each other out. Each wave sending me further and further into bliss.

"This okay?" His voice is so soft in contrast to the harsh, dubby music, but it'll always be the thing that grounds me the most out of all of this. His gentle touching, or the bruises left over from gripping my hips too tight to his lips, grazing my skin to his teeth biting down harshly on my skin in an attempt to make me cry out. None of it will ever compare to that voice that's now grunting in my ear.

"Fuck, Patrick," I whisper back, unable to concentrate on much besides remembering to breathe and trying not to cum early because in all honesty, this must be my favorite time in the bedroom so far. I've always liked making love or fucking to music, though. So that has its perks, too.

"Woke up on the wrong side of reality."

He's thrusting to the beat of the tempo, despite the fact that the bass drum comes in the next line.

"There's a madness that's just coursing right through me."

"Love you, Pete," he whispers under his breath, the purple bedding balled up in one of my hands.

"And as far as the time, far as the time."

"Love you, too," I whisper

Not sure if I'm there yet but I'm searching out the ride."

I bite down into the fragile skin on his neck, sucking purple marks into the paleness and marking him up as well as I can.

"Oops I did it again I, forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
To send the message I was young and the menace."

"Patrick!" I moan when Patrick tugs back my hair and bites on my bottom lip, slamming right into my prostate simultaneously. Another wave crashes in my stomach, harsh, the music falling to the beat as well. It's so intense.

His thrusts go harder again, matching the beat so accurately, even with the stutters of the bass, that I'm sure he practiced this before and I kinda think that would be hot to see. The waves don't last as long this time and I hear a soft, "slut," as the music returns to normal, the bass drum and a different voice.

"If I am off the deep end
I'm just here to become the best yet
I'm just here for the psych assessment
I'm just here for the
For the."

"Pete."

"Fall."

The music goes back to choppy, the bass, the pitches, the rhythm, the everything. The bites, the sucks, the thrusts, his hands on me, my hair being tugged back. The sounds, my heart is beating twice as fast as the tempo, an eighth note subdivision.

"Ah!" I cry out over the music, the slapping of skin filling the room as he pounds into me as fast as he can, unable to hold back his self-restraint. He wants to come and he wants me to come. I can especially tell when e begins jerking me off to the tempo of the beat and we are now a drumset. He is the drummer. I am his instrument for him to use however he wants. My heart is the subdivision, my cock is the bass drum, his thrusts are the rhythm.

"P-Patrick, can't... I'm gonna," I breathe, unable to finish the sentence. I'm beginning to wear out already.

"Come!" He growls, the bass filling the room and the neon lights in my head flickering purple and oh shit.

"Patrick!" I scream, coming all over our chests as he tugs back my hair and bites down as hard as he can on my neck. My muscles are tending, my eyes rolling back, the bass still rocking my body. My legs are shaking uncontrollably and I am in bliss. Ecstasy. I've crashed in the waves, but the waves are no longer waves. Just a gentle current.

He comes into the condom soon after and collapses on me, panting out of exhaustion.

"We've gone way too fast for way too long."

"Love you... so fucking much," the blond whispers.

"L-love you, too."