Warnings : Sex, kitchen sex, Patton wants a quiche.

Roman happened to be cooking up..a disaster. Yet patton wouldn't admit that, he'd always hum and eat whatever delicacy of shit he was made. So when he walked into the kitchen, he giggled and hugged roman from behind.
"Hey Ro!"
"Hello, mi amor~" He turned around to pepper his face in kisses, listening to Pattons giggles.
"What ya cookin, good lookin?"
"I don't really know, any suggestions?'' Roman asked calmly.
"I want to have a quickie!"
"I beg your pardon."
"Beg then."
"Huh?"
'"Huh- Oh nevermind, but I want a quickie!"
"D..Do you mean a quiche?" And Pattons face lit up, he knew he had been wrong yet he would never dare admit that.
"No! I did mean a quickie~"

Patton gently pinned Roman to the wall, away from the oven for safety, hands on the others hips for support. Roman yelped, at first surprised but then shifting to press his behind against Pattons 'Patton Jr.' He croaked dominantly in the others ear, which managed to silence Roman just whilst he yanked his perfect, white trousers down for enough room. He clapped dem cheeks in admiration before unzipping his own jeans, his peenis springing out.
Patton went to tease the other by pressing against him, yet he felt something, so he looked down.
"Oh?~" He toyed with a plug that was firmly wedged in the other, "All prepared and gorgeous?~"
"Yeah."
Patton pulled the plug and quickly lined up with his looby and prepped hole, before slowly pushing in.

Roman let out a sharp gasp, of course dramatically as he waited to adjust, and it happened quickly. He was a whore and used to this. Patton kissed at his cheek and neck, slowly starting to move and thrust into Roman, keeping a steady yet loving pace. The others moans started off sweet and soft, quiet still yet they got louder as Patton gradually picked up the pace.
Patton kept on going, eventually reaching that pace where he was pounding into his prince, listening to the loud moans and cries of pleasure.
Roman couldn't even warn Patton before cumming on the inside of his pants because of course only the bottom had been pulled down. He clenched around Patton and kept still to behave. Soon Patton released his seed into Roman, thrusts becoming sloppy as he kept on going to get through it.

Patton calmed and pulled out, Roman falling into Pattons arms as he cleaned them up and made them decent.

"Guess what?"
"..m what, mi amor?"
"I did want a quiche."
"Well I can't cook now, my legs are fucked."
"More like your...f'd"

(Thrust Count : 400+. Another request, we are getting there.)