Habit growled unhappily when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He had been having fun torturing some poor sap, why was he being interrupted. His annoyance faded a little when he pulled out his phone and saw that it was Patrick who had texted him. Patrick and him had been dating on and off, steadily if they only counted the time they were in control not Michael or Evan.
Netflix and Chill? ;) Habit read the text twice but didn't understand it any better.
"What's Netflix?" He asked the guy he had been torturing, repeating the question patiently when he got a confused look.
"It's a site people watch movies and tv show on." The guy explained looking no less confused.
"So if someone's asking me to 'netflix and chill' with them they want to hang out and watch movies?" habit asked glancing back down at the text. Why would that warrant a winky face.
"Uhhh not necessarily." The guy said and it was Habits turn to give him a confused look. "It's become slang for sex." The man explained quickly.
"Huh." Habit said glancing back down at his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well it looks like you're going to get the night off." He joked to the bloodied man who seemed to collapse in on himself in relief. Habit laughed and left his attic texting Patrick that he'd be over in a half hour or so. Patrick would kill him if he showed up bloody incase is stained anything.
Can't wait babe. Patrick texted back. Habit chuckled, Patrick was the only one that ever called him 'babe'. Habit thought he would kill anyone else if they did it but for some reason from Patrick it was kind of hot.
Habit showered quickly and changed out of his bloodied clothes. Just to please Patrick he put on one of the nicer shirts Patrick had picked out for him. When he glanced at himself in the mirror he had to agree that it looked pretty good, this sort of shirt looked better with short hair though and Habit hadn't bothered to cut his in a while. It stuck out awkwardly over the caller but there was no time for a haircut now so he shrugged it off.
Habit showered quickly an got dressed quickly Just to humor Patrick he put on the jacket Patrick had gotten him instead of his old ratty one he still liked better. He stopped to glance in the mirror grinning at his reflection and winking though that was more for the sake of Evan trapped in the inside of their head.
"I'm going to get laid in your body. How do you feel about that?" Habit asked, Evan didn't answer. Habit wasn't sure if that meant that Evan wasn't conscious or wasn't talking to him. It didn't matter. Habit grabbed his phone and shot Patrick a text.
YOU HOME? It had taken him ages to figure out how to keep caps lock on his phone but he had done it. He gave his room one last glance around and decided he should grab the lube he always kept just in case, he put it in his pocket.
Yep. You coming now? Patrick texted back almost immediately.
YEP. Habit texted back and then opened the door from his bedroom, twisting space so that it opened into Patrick's house. He looked back over his shoulder at what was now Patrick's yard behind him. Then he stepped in and slammed the door.
"Honey I'm home." He yelled jokingly. Patrick got up from the couch where he had been sitting gracefully and set down his phone. Maybe he had been texting Habit back.
"Welcome back." He chuckled and sashayed up to Habit wrapping his arms around Habit's waist leaning down a little to kiss him. Habit grabbed Patricks hair and kissed him back hard.
"So what did you what to watch on this Netflix thing?" Habit asked when they finally broke the kiss. It would be best to let Patrick choose when the apparent meaning of 'chill' came in. Besides Habit still wasn't completely sure he trusted the insight of his victim, last time he checked chill was the new word for relax.
"I thought you'd like this show Hannibal." Patrick said leading Habit over to the couch. "I already have it set up." They settled on the couch, Patrick curling up rather small so that he could tuck up against Habit. Habit wrapped his arm around Patricks shoulders and started rubbing the far one gently. Patrick gave a encouraging hum and set the show to play.
They were half way through the first episode when Patrick started kissing Habit's neck. Habit gave a hum like a purr and tilted his head a little to give Patrick a better angle but was still mostly paying attention to the show. Patrick was right, it was good, he liked it. When Patrick started open mouth kissing his neck though, leaving little red marks and nips across habit's jaw he couldn't pay attention to the tv anymore and moaned softly.
Patrick giggled a little and pulled back before pouncing on Habit, pushing him back so he was laying on the couch with Patrick stretched on top of him. He straddled Habit's waist and leaned over him kissing and nipping his neck and collar bone now.
"Well aren't you a playful kitten today." Habit murmured running one hand down Patricks back and over the curve of his butt.
"Mrrrrawr." Patrick sounded jokingly, imitating a cat well, and laughed pulling Patricks hair a little to draw his head back and then kissed him hard. Patrick kissed back just as hard then he grabbed habit's wrists and tried to pin his hands. There was a quick struggle before Habit rolled them both of the couch. They landed on the carpeted floor with a thump and Habit on top. Patrick didn't seem to mind and didn't fight to get back on top, Habit growled triumphantly and started to pull Patricks shirt off over his head.
"If you tear is I'll stab you." Patrick threatened and Habit laughed making sure to be careful with the clothes. When the shirt was off he laid it aside carefully and then pulled his own shirt off and tossed it aside carelessly. His eyes roamed over Patricks pale skin. As usual it was spattered with small dark bruises, Habit loved how easily Patrick bruised, he would have some new interesting ones after today most likely.
Patrick grabbed Habit shoulders and pulled him down to quickly They're lips collided hard and Habit cut his lip on his own teeth. He didn't care though and kissed Patrick back humming happily when Patrick lapped the blood from his lip. Patrick wrapped his legs around Habit's hips and pulled them down grinding up against him at the same time. Habit groaned down against Patrick easily and let out a growling moan feeling Patrick shudder under him.
Habit lunged down suddenly and bit down hard on Patricks neck. Patrick gasped happily and arched under Habit his sharp nails digging into Habit's back, he felt them break the skin and snarled. Heir bodies rolled together easily, Patrick mewled and Habit moaned.
It wasn't long before Habit was sick of their remaining clothes. He undid Patricks pants and he lifted his hips so that Habit could yank them of quickly watching in amazement as Patrick's erection sprang free, he was so hard already. Patrick crossed his wrists above his head and looked up at Habit from under half hooded lids.
"Cat got your tongue?" He purred and Habit realized his mouth was hanging open a little. He closed it. How did Patrick always manage to catch him off guard?
"Naughty kitten." Habit teased reaching down to stroke Patricks cock. "Stealing is wrong." Patrick gave a small breathy moan.
"Oh but don't you know that if what's yours is mine, what's mine, is yours?" Patrick offered voice full of lust.
"Is that so?" Habit laughed. "Well then I know just what I want to take." He crawled down till his head was even with Patricks dick and then leaned down, taking it into his mouth without hesitation. Patrick gave a abrupt moan and reached down to grab handfuls of Habit's longish hair.
Habit reached into his pants pocket for the bottle of lube, quickly coating his fingers so he could start finger-fucking Patrick as well. Patrick gave a soft cry and started rocking his hips, first up into Habit's mouth and then down against his hand. Habit chuckled and the vibrations made Patrick shiver with pleasure.
When Partricks ass started to loosen around his fingers Habit pulled back undoing and kicking off his own pants as Patrick watched him intently. Habit applied lub to his dick as well and then grabbed Patricks hips and pulled him closer, Patrick gave a small yelp of surprise that quickly turned to a moan as Habit slid inside.
"Fuck." Patricks swore and grabbed Habits shoulders pulling himself up So he was sitting on Habit's lap, legs around Habit's waist.
He rocked down as Habit, meeting with a small slapping sound. Habit nails dug deep into the skin of Habit's shoulder and Habit Patricks hips bruisingly hard as he leaned back seeking a better angle. Patrick yelped when they found the right one tossing his head back as Habit's dick ran against his prostrate sending a wave of pleasure through him.
Habit hunched forward a little so he could lick and suck Patrick's nipples as Patrick road him, biting softly he earned yelps and moans. Patrick clawed Habit's back trying to get better perches and bit Habit's neck gently sucking hard. Habit moaned, Patrick loved giving him hickeys. It seemed to be his way of marking Habit, saying 'this is mine. I won this'.
Patrick started to move faster and Habit matched his speed. He could feel pleasure building in his gut, higher, higher, higher. Patrick through back his head and nearly screamed as he came his back arching and his ass tightening viselike around Habit's dick. That was more then enough to push Habit over the edge as well and he came inside Patrick, riding out his orgasm as Patrick left Habit one more hickey just for good measure.
Once Habit was done Patrick lifted himself off Habit's lap smirking triumphantly at the five hickeys he had left on Habits neck while Habit appraised the already forming bruises on Patricks hips in the same light.
"That was fun." Patrick commented moving back to the couch and waiting for Habit to join him.
"It was." Habit agreed with a small yawn joining Patrick on the couch and leaning against him a little sleepily. "But why is it called Netflix and chill? Since when is chilling a word for having sex?"