Summary: Patton makes jokes and puns a lot, even during sex, Emile doesn’t hate it, he’s actually a little fond of it.
Warnings: lap sex, bad dad jokes, slight biting
Word count: 550
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Patton’s smile is infectious. Terribly infectious. Emile knows this, he also knows that Patton has a way with puns and jokes, little jabs and silly motions that never fail to make him laugh. This definitely isn’t limited to outside the bedroom. He will make Emile laugh during sex, a lot afterwards too, any time at all.
“A furniture store keeps calling me. All I wanted was one night stand,” Patton whispers out in that soft, low tone he always uses during sex.
Emile lets out a short snort of a laugh, his head falling onto Patton’s shoulder to try and stifle his laughter but also shiver at the way Patton’s cock fits so nicely inside of him. He wiggles a little in his boyfriend’s lap, grinding on his cock, revelling in the soft hitch of breath from Patton.
“I’ve heard that one too many times before,” Emile utters out, distractingly kissing and nipping at Patton’s neck. He grins at the breathless gasps and small whines Patton lets out.
“What about…” Patton says, his hands grasping at Emile’s hips, his own hips jerking upward, fucking up into him a little hard, “hm, did I tell you the time I fell in love during a backflip? I was heels over head.”
Patton himself lets out a laugh at that one, Emile can hear it through his chest, and he can’t help the laughter escaping him either, more so at Patton’s own laughter than the joke itself. His laughter turns to gasps, Patton’s nails digging into his skin, urging him upwards and back down onto his cock in jerking, sudden movements.
He can’t stop smiling into Patton’s throat, teeth barely nipping there, trying not to bite too hard as Patton fucks up into him, filling him and stretching him just right. His cock bumps occasional against Patton’s stomach, being squished between the two of them, providing that little bit of friction which has Emile leaking pre-come against their skin.
“Pat, please, I,” Emile babbles out, words stuttering, falling over himself to try and make words work, “I need to-”
Patton knows, he understands, he fucks into him harder, thighs burning with the effort, and his right hand grasps around Emile’s leaking cock, jerking him off sloppily and furiously. Emile whines, hole clenching around Patton’s cock, caught between fucking himself down onto his cock and up into his hand.
The sensations are too much, he comes with a breathless stutter of a laugh on his lips, shoulders shaking as Patton fondles his cock and milks him of his come. Patton’s cooing some nonsensical praise and uttering encouragement until he too comes, just driving Emile into overstimulation.
Emile’s thighs shake as Patton urges him up and off his cock, come leaking out of him as he sits back down on Patton’s thighs, head resting against Patton’s chest as he slumps, exhausted.
“Hey, Emi,” Patton mutters, pressing a soft kiss into his hair, hand running up and down his back, “How many apples grow on a tree?”
Emile hums, his eyes closing gently and breathing slowly, enjoying Patton’s heat, “how many?”
“All of them.”
That squeezes another choked laugh out of Emile, shaking his head lightly letting Patton know that he found the joke just a little terrible. Patton can live with that, he always has.
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