prof-oliversnow-x-pj-mcqueen [On Impulse]
That was male pride at his best. Neither Patrick or him would give in that easily. A battle of wills between the two of them and even if Oliver currently held all control, things were bound to change at any second. Patrick was unlike any other guys he had met. Most of them were cocky but they couldn’t back their own words… and yet the blonde… Oliver’s eyes scanned the face of his ‘date’, smirking happily to see him coming undone in such a fast way. And all it took was pin him to a wall and grope his crotch. The rubbing motions continued over the pants of his date and the more he touched, the harder Patrick’s prick pulsed and throbbed against his hand, almost as if responding to the unmade questions. Needing to be touched and pleased. Just like the owner. “I can tell that.” The professor smirked and allowed the tip of his tongue to travel against the soft, pink lips of the other man as his grip on his groin became rougher, fingers still stroking the shape of Patrick’s cock over the fabric. As much as he just wanted to rip those off… there was time. He was a patient man and he loved to take his time in pleasing the guy he was with. Especially someone who could keep up with his own charming ways. “I’m not afraid of fire, Patrick. Are you?” And just like he suspected, the tables were starting to turn on him. A faint gasp escaped his lips once he felt Patrick’s hand slip past his waistband, taking his cock hostage with that strong hand. He was already hard but that touch and grip only made his cock ooze even more precum than before, especially when the blonde bit his bottom lip in order to make him hiss in pure lust. Fuck. “You should inspect the troops closer, Mr. McQueen.” Oliver arched his eyebrow teasingly before stealing a rough and possessive kiss from the other man. Tasting his lips and tongue, feeling his breathing become so much heavier at each passing second. “If you get your knees, you’ll get a much better view.” He squeezed Patrick’s erection to support his own suggestion. “I’m sure the soldier will stay in full attention just for you.”
His scruff was driving him up the wall. Every time he would kiss him, it'd rake against his own. He pulsed with insanity in his pants. PJ wished at some point Oliver would get in there and start touching him. But the moment he felt Oliver leak against his palmm his mind changed and he definitely wanted to turn the tables against Oliver. Gripping his waste, he turned and switched places so that Oliver was now backed up against the wall. Patrick released his grip of Oliver's throbbing hard prick. His eyes locked onto Oliver's Ceruelan pools as he lapped up his precum in front of him. He close dhis eyes and savoured the taste as he raked his tongue against the salty sweetness on his palm. "Sweet as honey..." Feeding Oliver a small sample of his own seed by licking his hips.."Time to go inspiect your soldiers.. Uniform and if they're properly standing to attention.. See if they actually deserve a reward.. " Getting down onto his knees, smelling the scent of his shirt and the feel of his abs as he went down. His prize was his crotch. That's all he wanted right now, to focus on the pulsing monster that was refusing to stay tamed. Patrick looked up with a devilish smirk on his face... "Soldiers attention." Unzipping his flies so he could expose the underwear Oliver was wearing. Pure black. Nice. He also identified a Keyhole. Patrick smirked even more as he fished his fingers at the opening, exposing the a small part of his thick bulging shaft. "Definitely at attention.. " licking the exposed skin of his prick Fumbling for the button. freeing the tip of his prick.. Precum dripped onto Patricks nose and he wiped it off with his finger...licking the precum... "Someone's excited"
