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Summary: Pete loved Patrick's hats.
Patrick’s hats only came off at two times, when he was showering and when he was fucking, well Pete assumed they came off when he fucked, he didn’t exactly have any evidence to back that up.
Actually Pete kind of hoped they didn’t. He loved the idea of Patrick, hand pressed to his head clutching his hat, grinding down on a cock, face open and eyes blown.
Patrick, head pushed up against the headboard, hat crushed down against his face, arm twitching as he reached down to fuck himself open. The long naked lines as he fisted his hand around his cock, slick and frantic, only broken by the dark fabric pushed low over his hair.
Lines of come, just slightly cooling, cutting lines through freckles, matting hair and painting white shapes on a hat brim.
Not that Pete knew quite yet, but he was content to wait and find out.