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Pran should have known something was going on with Pat when his boyfriend hadn’t annoyed him for over an hour.

Pran would always complain that Pat annoyed him, and he needed to focus on his studies, but he secretly loved when Pat kept pestering him, either by kissing him or trying to talk or cuddle.

And yet, Pat had been awfully silent for so long that Pran was starting to worry.

Finally, Pat spoke: “Do you want to top?”

Pran spluttered, turning to Pat with an offended expression on his face. “Where is this coming from?” He asked instead, and Pat turned to look at Pran.

“Korn said switching is great, and that a relationship can only be healthy if there’s a balance between topping and bottoming.” Pat explained his reasoning and Pran noticed his boyfriend was worried. Pran couldn’t help but think Pat was adorable.

“Why would you listen to Korn of all people?” Pran complained, standing from his chair and going to sit with Pat at the couch. “When was the last time he was in a relationship that lasted more than a week?”

That seemed to ease something within Pat, who chuckled at Pran’s words.

“I guess I was just worried you might want to top and haven’t told me,” Pat admitted after a moment and Pran rolled his eyes.

“Pat, every person is different, and every relationship is different. Some people prefer topping, others bottoming, others don’t even have penetrative sex at all.” He gave a shrug, and he was glad Pat was looking at him with all his attention. “What matters and what makes the relationship healthy, is what we want and like. Do you want to bottom?”

Pat frowned and averted his gaze. He looked thoughtful, and Pran wondered what was going on in his head. He gave Pat time to think, as he didn’t think that requesting an immediate answer would make them any good.

Then, Pat sighed dramatically, leaning on Pran, his head resting on Pran’s shoulder. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it, and it’s not like I know how it feels like to bottom. But I don’t want you to think I’m forcing you to bottom, or—”

Pran interrupted Pat by laughing loudly. Pat’s head snapped up and he pouted at his boyfriend.

“Sorry, but you’re not forcing me to bottom.” Pran finally managed to speak, although he could feel tears in his eyes from all the laughing. “If anything, I’m forcing you to top.”

“What do you mean?” Pat frowned, confused, and Pran had to kiss him.

He pressed a peck against Pat’s lips before putting some distance between them again.

“It’s not that I hate topping, exactly. It’s just that it’s… not as intense as bottoming.” He shrugged and Pat nodded in understanding. Until he realized what Pran had said, and his eyes widened.

“Wait! How can you know what you prefer if we’ve never switched?” Pran hesitated for a moment, clearly uncomfortable.

So, yeah, maybe he hadn’t mentioned to Pat that he hadn’t been a virgin when they finally had had sex, but he had assumed that Pat wasn’t either. Well, it had been clear that Pat hadn’t had sex with another man, but he probably had had slept with women.

“I’ve tried it. A few times actually,” Pran commented nonchalantly, and he could see Pat’s face darkening with jealousy. “I dated a guy for like. Two months. He also preferred bottoming, so it didn’t work out.” It was Pat’s turn to splutter about, completely speechless. “What!”

“So, you two topped each other, didn’t like it and broke up?” Pran groaned, bringing a hand to his face in embarrassment.

“Basically, yeah,” he finally said, lowering his hand and glaring at his boyfriend who had a pensive look on his face again. “We explored a little to know what we liked, and when we started arguing over who would get to bottom, we knew it would be best to break up.”

“Should I try to bottom to see if I like it?” Pat asked, genuine concern in his face and Pran arched an eyebrow.

“Like I said, unless it’s something you actually want to try, we don’t have to do it.” Pat hummed and continued to put some serious thought into it.

Pran waited patiently, looking at Pat, almost seeing the gears turning on his boyfriend’s head. Again, he felt incredibly enamoured by him, and he didn’t even notice he was smiling.

“Okay, I’ve made my decision!” Pat said with a nod, and he smiled at Pran. “I’ll try bottoming. But I promise that, even if I love it, I won’t ask you to top.” At that, Pran started laughing, bringing his ridiculous boyfriend closer and planting another peck on his lips.

“Deal,” he said after a while. “Although we could always just by a two-sided dildo.” Pat gasped and blushed, and Pran laughed even harder. It was cute to see him this shocked.

“That’s a thing?” Pran chuckled again, nodding. “How does that even work?”

“Hold on,” Pran got his phone and quickly searched for what he meant by two-sided dildo. Pat’s eyes widened when he saw the picture, and Pran watched in amusement. “Lesbians use this a lot, although they might prefer others that are more like strap-ons. For bottoms, this one is ideal.” Pat then looked at Pran with scared eyes.

“Are you saying Pa and Ink might be using this?” Pran was not expecting this turn of event.

“Pat, what the hell! I don’t want to talk about other people’s sex lives, but mainly not your sister’s.” He closed the tab on his phone, as if to make a point that that conversation was over.

“You were the one who mentioned lesbians,” Pat pouted, deflated and Pran shook his head.

“But I didn’t think of anyone when I said it, I was just stating a fact.” Pran complained, and a silence arose between them for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Should we do it now?” Pat finally broke the silence, and Pran was a little confused until he realized Pat was talking about bottoming.

“If you wanna, yeah.” Pran shrugged. They had everything they needed in Pran’s place for Pat to bottom for the first time, so if Pat was in the mood, they could totally do it.

“Any tips for someone who’s bottoming for the first time?” Pat asked, a bit anxiously, and Pran felt himself mellowing out once again.

“Let’s go slow, there’s no need to rush. Let’s move to the bed, then we can make out in a more comfortable place.” Pat nodded, and they stood from the sofa. Pran held Pat’s hand with a smile, tugging him until they were in the room. Then he lied on the bed and waited for Pat to follow him, lying on his side, hands instantly going to Pran’s waist and pulling him closer.

They started kissing naturally, just as they would at any other make out session. Pat’s lips were soft against Pran’s, his tongue demanding and hungry, sucking and licking on Pran’s lower lip. It was easy to fall into the kiss, to forget why they were even making out in the first place – because Pran knew Pat would be tense if he kept thinking too much about it, so it would be better to focus on the kissing for now.

Pran tugged at Pat’s lower hip with his teeth, just like he knew his boyfriend liked it, and Pat groaned before deepening the kiss even more, bringing Pran closer and pressing their bodies against each other. Pran could already feel Pat growing harder, his own cock chubbing up in his shorts.

One of Pat’s hands moved to Pran’s leg, and he tugged it until Pran’s leg was lying on top of Pat’s, their cocks rubbing against one another in a delicious friction, even though they were still in their clothes. Pran tugged on Pat’s hair, Pat’s hand moved to Pran’s ass, squeezing it, and soon their making out session was getting heated.

Pat was the first to start pulling at Pran’s clothes, tugging his t-shirt up until they had to break their kiss to remove it. Once shirtless, Pran dived in to remove Pat’s shirt before they could go back to kissing. When they reached this point, both were desperate to feel each other’s skin, to touch and grab and caress.

Still with their shorts on, their hands moved to each other’s chest, waist, hips. They were pressed together, and it still felt like it wasn’t enough. Pat’s chiseled chest always did things to Pran, and it didn’t help that Pat’s chest was firmly pressed against his.

They didn’t resume their kissing, though, as Pat decided to mouth at Pran’s neck, smelling him not so subtly before biting and sucking on the flesh. Pran squirmed at the sensation, gasping and moaning, one hand on Pat’s hair, the other on his hip. Pat knew just where to bite to make his boyfriend writhe, and Pran was left useless for a few minutes, unable to move at all while he could only feel Pat’s incessant mouth on him, Pat’s hips thrusting absent-mindedly against Pran’s.

Before Pat could mouth at his chest, though, Pran pulled him by the hair, putting some distance between them. He needed to get a hold of himself so he wouldn’t forget why they were even there in the first place. If he let himself go, he didn’t doubt it they would end up having sex with Pat topping once again (which wouldn’t be a shame, exactly, but he knew his boyfriend would be upset that they didn’t get to try this new thing between them).

“Lie on your back,” Pran panted as they looked each other in the eye. Pat nodded – minutely, as Pran was still tightly holding onto his hair – and they scrambled apart, Pat to lie on his back as he had been told and Pran to grab the bottle of lube.

When Pran turned to look at his boyfriend, Pat was already shucking his shorts – and boxers – off, and Pran had to stare for a moment because he would never get tired of seeing Pat naked.

It wasn’t just the muscles, but the tanned skin, and how his cock jutted out in all its thick and long glory. The way his balls hung heavy between his legs, the carefully trimmed pubes, the veins in his cock.

Fuck, Pran needed that massive cock in him now.

But because he was supposed to top, Pran decided to use his mouth. “I have an idea,” Pran commented, taking his shorts and boxers off as well and then rearranging himself on the bed so he would lie between Pat’s legs, lying on his stomach. “I’ll suck you off while I finger you because there might be a little discomfort. If it hurts, let me know, okay?” Pat blinked at him dazedly and nodded, but Pran wasn’t satisfied. “Pat, will you let me know?”

“Yes, I’ll tell you if it hurts.” Pat finally said, and Pran nodded, returning his attention to the cock in front of him. He held it with one hand, giving it a light squeeze, before opening his mouth and taking Pat’s cockhead in his mouth, sucking and licking enthusiastically, tasting Pat’s precome on his tongue.

Sucking more of Pat’s length into his mouth, Pran let go of Pat’s cock in order to grab the bottle of lube, open it and squirt some of it on his fingers. It was a tough thing to do while giving head, but he managed without dirtying his sheets or either of them with excess lube.

Pat was moaning, looking down at Pran, hips stuttering so he wouldn’t fuck into Pran’s mouth, but it was clear that he wanted it. Pran smirked to himself, happy that by now he already knew how to pleasure Pat.

Pran brought a single finger to Pat’s opening and the moment he touched it, he could feel Pat tensing. Thankfully enough, he didn’t need to point this out at Pat, who in turn decided to apologize: “Sorry, wasn’t expecting that.” He chuckled and then forced himself to relax, so Pran could continue what he was doing.

He probed around the rim, hoping the feeling would make Pat more accustomed to the sensation of having something in his ass. Pran remembered that the first time he had tried fingering himself, just the feeling of his finger touching his hole was enough to make him horny. On the other hand, his ex had said he had found it a bit weird at first, so that might be the case for Pat.

Deciding the muscle was relaxed enough, Pran softly pressed the finger in. When it slipped inside, Pat hissed lightly, and Pran stopped sucking on him to look at his reaction.

“Did it hurt?” He was worried, and he was about to remove his finger when Pat shook his head.

“It’s not that it hurts, exactly. It’s just…” Pat trailed off, looking for the best adjective. “I don’t know, uncomfortable? It burns a little. But it doesn’t hurt.” He was quick to add. “Go on, I’m just not used to it.” Pran nodded. “But can you keep sucking me off? That helps me focus on my dick.” Pat was embarrassed, Pran could see it in the way his cheeks flushed.

Pran felt so besotted at that moment that he could only smile before taking Pat’s cock in his mouth once again. He redoubled his efforts before he slid more of the finger inside. This time, Pat didn’t do any noise, but Pran could feel a bit of resistance as he clenched around his finger before relaxing again.

When it was fully inside, Pran once again let go of Pat’s cock to ask how things were. They always discussed things and Pran needed the reassurance that this was still okay, that Pat wasn’t forcing himself to do something he didn’t want.

“How is it?” He asked, but didn’t really move his finger, leaving it immobile so Pat could adjust to the sensation of having something inside him.

“It’s odd,” he started, looking Pran in the eyes. “Doesn’t hurt, but I don’t see the appeal either.” Pran hummed in understanding.

“Let me find your prostate, then. That will be a game changer.” Pran promised, with a wink, and Pat chuckled, although it was cut short by his moan when Pran enveloped Pat’s cock in his mouth once again.

Pran started moving his finger around, trying to find Pat’s prostate – he tried on the place where he knew his was, but when Pat didn’t react, Pran moved his finger around the area, but there was still no reaction.

During the period when Pran was researching how to finger himself properly, before he even did anything, he had seen that some people have more sensitive prostate than others. Some people might easily have prostate orgasms – which was his case – while others would need a lot of massaging of the prostate to manage it to happen, if it did at all.

He had also learnt that while some men who had experienced prostate orgasms loved it because of how intense it was – again, Pran was proud to say that he fell into that category –, it could be uncomfortable to others.

Pran wondered, then, if Pat’s prostate wasn’t as sensitive as his, so he stopped sucking Pat once more in order to ask more questions.

“Can you feel anything different? Did I manage to find your prostate?” Pat was silent for a moment before answering.

“There was a… tickling sensation. Not pleasurable, though? I mean, it was a bit… weird. But not bad either. Just…” He moved a hand as if to explain himself and Pran nodded.

“Do you want to stop?” Pran didn’t even finish his question before Pat was shaking his head no.

“No, maybe try adding another finger? I wanted to try having your dick inside me before giving up,” at that, he chuckled, but Pran noticed he wasn’t all that happy with the outcome.

“Pat,” Pran called his name tenderly, and Pat looked at him in anticipation. “Don’t force yourself to do something just because you think it’s the best for our relationship.” Pat opened his mouth to argue, but Pran beat him to it. “By now, if I was the one getting fingered, how would I be feeling?”

Pat blushed, but the smile on his face was more genuine now, and he spoke proudly: “You’d be begging for more.” Pran felt his own cheeks burning up because that wasn’t what he had meant. “You seem to really like it. I barely touch your hole and you’re already a mess. The more stuffed you are, the more you moan and beg.”

“Okay, you don’t need to point out how much I beg,” Pran cut him off before he could continue embarrassing him by being the best boyfriend ever. “Still, do you get it? I feel great, and I want you to feel great.”

“But I want to feel what you feel,” Pat said with a frown, pouting. “I wanted to… I don’t know.” Here, his voice lowered, and Pran had to pay attention to his lips to read them if he wanted to understand what Pat was saying. “I wanted to prove to everyone I do like men, you know?”

At that, Pran eased his finger out of Pat, and he winced when Pat hissed once again at the sensation. He laid on top of Pat then, their faces inches apart.

“Pat, with how much sex we have, I don’t see how anyone could think you don’t like men.” Pran started, but he continued before Pat could say anything else. “Besides, I’ve told you already: every relationship is different. There are people who don’t like sex at all, and that doesn’t make their relationship less than ours. Not to mention that everyone’s bodies are different, you should know that by now. Some people are more ticklish than others, for example. Right?”

Pat hesitated for a moment before nodding. Pran wondered if there was more to it than Pat was telling him. Perhaps when talking to Korn he had told them he only topped, and they made him feel bad about it?

No, Pran doubted any of Pat’s friends would say anything insensible like that.

“You don’t have to bottom to prove you like men. You see me naked, and you instantly get hard. Sometimes you look at me dressed and get hard. How is that not liking men?” He arched an eyebrow in a teasing way. “Or are you saying you see me as a woman?”

That made Pat frown, and his face was enough of an answer. “Of course not,” Pat replied, holding Pran against him and caressing his back. “I love your body, including your cock. I like that you’re a man.”

“See? You know I’m a man. You like sucking me off—” He was interrupted as Pat was starting to perk up at Pran’s words.

“And eat you out!” He said excitedly and Pran had to lightly punch him because how dare he make Pran feel embarrassed when Pran was clearly trying to make him less self-conscious?

“And what does that have to do with anything?” Pran was exasperated, and Pat pouted.

“I don’t think I’d lick a girl’s asshole when their pussy is right there on my face,” Pat commented as naturally as one would and Pran was almost giving up on this conversation. Although he was well aware sexuality was fluid and he might, one day, fall in love with a girl, he was very much gay at present, and he didn’t want to think about lady parts when they were in bed together.

“Pat,” he whined, and Pat seemed to notice the conversation was getting out of hand.

“Sorry,” Pat said, looking apologetic. Pran sighed before speaking again.

“Anyway…” Pran pinched Pat’s side, making his boyfriend huff in a half-laugh, half-shock. “You don’t have to prove to anyone you like men. You like me, you have sex with me, and you enjoy how we have sex, right?” Pat nodded.

“I doubt there’d ever be sex better than ours,” Pat said lovingly, and Pran had to groan at his boyfriend’s romantic antics.

“Well, that just proves my point, doesn’t it? You don’t need to bottom if you don’t feel like it or if you don’t like it. In fact, I want you to promise me you’ll never do anything, sexual or not, because you think you need to do it.” Pran brought a hand to Pat’s face, cupping it lovingly as they stared into each other’s eyes. “Just talk to me, okay? We can always talk and discuss things and try them out if we want, but we don’t need to do anything we don’t actually want to do.”

“Am I not lesser than others because I don’t bottom?” Pat asked, and Pran smiled at his beautiful, silly boyfriend.

“Most people would think the bottom is the lesser one in the relationship, you know…” Pran said conversationally, but Pat frowned, and his confusion was adorable to see. Before he could ask why, though, Pran explained: “Because they think the person on the bottom is on the woman’s place. Which is ridiculous, the bottom is the bottom because it feels good, not because they are a woman.”

At that he rolled his eyes. They had had this conversation before, about not using feminine terms to talk to each other, and Pran personally hated it. He was a man, and he was very comfortable in his skin, so he wanted to be treated as such. But he knew the prejudices that gay men still had in society.

If there hadn’t been any prejudices, they wouldn’t be here now having these conversations. Not that he was complaining, because he liked educating Pat, making him see how their community worked. Besides, there could be some people that felt comfortable being called a wife, even though they were men, but Pran wasn’t in a relationship with them, so he didn’t need to care about it.

All he did need to care about was Pat and what Pat felt comfortable with, and in turn, he wished his boyfriend felt the same towards him.

“There’s a lot to unpack there, actually.” Pran commented, thoughtful as he caressed Pat’s face. “There’s also a lot of misogyny ingrained in that, but that’s a conversation for another day. In fact, Ink and Pa might be better to explain that than me, as they are women and know how things work. I’ll add commentary when I see fit.” Pran nodded to himself, making a mental note to schedule a double date with the girls so they can have this conversation with Pat.

“I’m learning so much from you,” Pat said and Pran finally noticed that Pat was looking at him with heart-eyes.

“It’s just because you’re dumb,” Pran pouted, ready to pinch Pat’s cheek, but Pat brought him closer for a kiss. It was just a press of lips, nothing too intense, but Pran could feel the love Pat felt for him.

“Thank you for having so much patience with me.”

“Don’t be stupid, Pat.” Pran was suddenly shy, so he tried averting his gaze. “I’m here for you. You know that, right?”

“Hmm!” Pat affirmed in the cutest way possible before pressing another kiss to Pran’s lips. “Now I want to have my way with you.” Pat said with a chuckle. “How do you want me?”

Pran stared at his boyfriend, who looked like a puppy in his overly excited happiness. “Let me ride you,” Pran said with a smirk, and he was happy to see the harsh intake of breath of Pat’s. “That way you can say I was on top today.” He hesitated for a second before adding: “Say to yourself. I swear to God, Pat, if I find out you’re telling our friends about our sex life—”

“No, I would never share! Unless you were with me and okay with it.” Pat promised, but Pran had an inkling that Pat might be the type of friend to overshare. Pran wouldn’t insist, though. “But yeah, that sounds very nice.”

“Do you want to prep me or should I?” Pran asked casually, but he could feel his cock already stirring back to life. During their conversation, it had softened, just like Pat’s, but now they were both getting back on track and their cocks were quick to catch up.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” Pran blinked at that question a few times.

“Where’s that coming from?” He mock-slapped Pat’s arm, who in turn only laughed.

“I mentioned it in our conversation and now I feel like eating you out. Since you’re on top today, you sit on my face.” Pat’s expression was so earnest, as if he would have the best day of his life if Pran did as he was told that Pran didn’t have it in him to deny him anything.

Not that he wanted to, though, not when Pat was willingly inviting Pran to sit on his face.

“Scoot down, then,” Pran scowled, but he was actually excited for this. Riding Pat’s face was something new, something they hadn’t done before, so his heart was beating loudly in his chest.

Pat did as he was told, giving Pran more space so he would be able to kneel bracketing Pat’s head. Pran got on his knees and positioned himself and he was sure he was bright red as he knelt on top of Pat’s head.

Tired of waiting for Pran to lower himself, Pat held Pran by the ass and pulled him down, tongue already licking Pran’s hole the moment it was within reach. Pran moaned as Pat lapped at the rim enthusiastically, kissing and licking the soft skin of his perineum and of his hole.

Pran held himself against the wall, unable to hold himself up, but he didn’t want to let his body go, afraid he would put too much pressure on Pat’s mouth. His cock was already completely hard again, bobbing against his stomach, but he paid it no mind as he wanted to come on Pat’s cock.

In all honesty, Pran preferred to be eaten out when he was on his fours, or maybe lying on his stomach; this position required too much of his brain power to keep himself from squishing Pat’s face, as Pran’s body would always turn to mush whenever Pat ate him out.

But it was worth it, as Pat was kneading his ass in a sensual massage, Pat’s tongue working itself inside his hole, and Pran could already feel himself relaxing around that wonderful tongue.

Pat truly had no inhibitions when it came to sex, always giving all of himself, and Pran knew that Pat got off on making Pran feel good. And his silly boyfriend was worried he might not ‘like men enough’. Such ridiculous thoughts, mainly if they considered just how Pat was moaning and groaning against Pran’s asshole, feeling just as aroused as Pran was.

Leave it to Pat to worry about such things.

(He truly was the most outstanding boyfriend in existence, Pran was certain, and he couldn’t help but feel giddy at the knowledge that this man was his.)

Pat pulled Pran down until Pran was literally sitting on his face – and Pran wondered how in hell Pat managed to breathe, but if that was turning Pat off, Pran would enjoy himself. Pat’s tongue prodded around, going as deep as it could possibly go, moving around before he sucked on the rim. Pran knew he was moaning wantonly, and he also knew he was close to begging, but he couldn’t care about these things at the moment. All he wanted, and all he needed, was for Pat to continue what he was doing.

And that was what Pat did; he licked and sucked and fucked Pran with his tongue, and Pran was a mess.

“Please, Pat—” Pran gasped as one of Pat’s fingers entered him alongside Pat’s tongue.

Pat put some distance between him and Pran, and Pran could hear how winded he was. “I can’t open you well in this position.”

Pran didn’t need Pat to explain what he needed of him, as he quickly made his way down Pat’s body, until his hips were just hovering over Pat’s cock.

When Pat’s finger went in again, he had lube in his finger this time, and soon one finger turned into two, Pran moaning and looking at Pat dazedly, eyes unfocused as he could just feel.

By the third finger, Pran was already begging again, his own hand jerking Pat off unsteadily, and perhaps that had been the reason why Pat decided that his fingering had been enough already.

Coating his cock with lube, Pat held it so Pran could lower himself on it. The drag of Pat’s cock would always be the most amazing feeling in Pran’s life, as he knew he would never get tired of it. He slowly impaled himself on that thick, long dick, his breath held all the way down.

Pat’s hands grabbed Pran by the hips when Pran finally sat snugly on Pat’s cock, one of his hands still covered in lube, but it didn’t hinder him from bringing Pran up and then lowering him back down on his cock. Pat planted his feet on the bed in a way that would help him thrust up and down, and Pran started riding Pat’s cock energetically.

Pran held himself up by holding onto Pat’s chest, and he couldn’t help but look at his hands on those big muscles. His boyfriend sure was hot, and Pran couldn’t help but appreciate the view.

Together, they found their rhythm, Pat’s cock pounding against Pran’s prostate in a heavenly massage. Their moans and groans were loud in Pran’s bedroom, but they couldn’t care less about their neighbours, not when they were making each other see stars.

It didn’t matter how many times they did this – or any other position or variation of it – it was always bliss, pure ecstasy. Pran was addicted to it, even if he pretended that he wasn’t as horny as his boyfriend.

“Not gonna last long,” Pat warned, squeezing Pran’s hips tightly, and Pran keened as he realized he’d have hand-shaped marks on his hips come tomorrow.

“Yeah, me too,” Pran agreed, and he had to throw his head back in pleasure as Pat quickened even more his thrusts.

With a silent yell, Pran came, his whole body seizing up as his hole clenched around Pat, which in turn made Pat come with a loud groan, hot come painting Pran’s walls.

Fuck, Pran loved this. Coming from his prostate alone was so intense and wonderful, and he was suddenly glad that Pat wouldn’t stop topping him, as it meant that things would remain as they were. He felt slightly guilty for thinking so, because he knew how mind-blowing bottoming could be, but since Pat genuinely hadn’t enjoyed it, he probably would never feel as good as Pran did.

Pran only hoped that his boyfriend had understood everything they talked about. As long as they had a good communication between them, they would be okay.