Tweak

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Tweak says, "I am a nightmare walking"

Dale Smith (just_dale) wrote in breaking_point,
@ 2009-09-05 23:00:00

Entry tags:

*complete, 2024 09, character: patrick pucey, dead character: dale smith

OWL: Dale to Patrick
Who: Dale Smith, Patrick Pucey
Where: The Sky
When: 5th September, 2024 (late evening)
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Dale doesn't do boredom well.
Status: Private | Complete

Dale had spent most of the day napping and eating, making sure that he appeared cheery and bright whenever Ben came in to look at him because he didn't want his best friend to worry. Ben had been a massive help with everything and Dale felt absurdly guilty about burdening him with the knowledge of his condition and for asking him to help, especially as he knew Ben cared a lot about people. It had to be hard for him to see this and not be able to help; Dale knew that if it were the other way around, he would be going mental by now.

He felt exhausted though, bone-deep tiredness that wouldn't go away, and he ached all over. Bed was all well and good but it wasn't helping the achiness anyway and he rolled over, muffling a groan.

This? Being a werewolf? It officially sucked.

Reaching for parchment and quill, he paused as he decided who to write to. He needed to pass the time and distract him so it had to be somebody who could banter. And who he actually wanted to talk to.

Dear boyfriend / pimp / sugar daddy / all of the above,

I'm bored, tired, cranky and Ben's stories have lost their appeal. Woe is me. He only wants to write about sexy wolf men with dreadlocks... Sound familiar to you?

Dale

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patricked
2009-09-05 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Patrick was getting out of the shower when the owl arrived. His entire scheduled had been thrown off for the day, but it was getting back to normal. Time for some dinner, drinks, then Eros.

He gave the owl a treat, letting him stay in his room as he decided on what to write back.

Dear...,

Whatever, I'll think of something when I'm not naked and wet.

I'm sure listening to his lovestruck songs sucks more than the transformation, especially when his puppy love could break all of our necks without even blinking.

I hear that jerking off always helps with boredom and crankiness. I don't know about the fatigue.

Patrick

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just_dale
2009-09-05 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Dear lack of imagination,

Naked and wet? You realise I hurt enough without adding a hard-on to the equation, don't you? I, unlike you, have a very good imagination. And memory for that matter.

I don't think you could ever describe Ronan as puppy-like. Even blind, deaf and dumb you couldn't. I don't get why Ben is apparently so head-over-heels.

Too exhausted to think about wanking. Jesus, this better get easier. I refuse to let my sex life be affected.

Dale

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patricked
2009-09-05 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Dear I have too much time on my hands,

I told you I don't do subtle very well except for the important things.

It's not my fault that you caught me while I was getting out of the shower. Besides, I don't need imagination or memory. I can just look at the mirror to know how good looking I am.

The problem is that he thinks Ronan is puppy-like. That's scarier than the reason why he's suddenly in love.

I can stop by before I go out if you want. I think I can spare a few minutes to help a poor helpless werewolf.

Patrick

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just_dale
2009-09-05 10:23 pm UTC (link)

Dear I spend far too long looking in the mirror,

What? I bet you do.

I ~~hope~~ think he'll be disillusioned when he hits on wolfie and Ronan either tells him no or tries to kill him. I'm hoping it's the former, I'd be terribly upset if he hurt Ben... Especially considering I doubt I could hurt Ronan. I'd be the worst avenging angel in the world.

How gracious of you. Bring food.

Dale

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patricked
2009-09-05 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Patrick couldn't believe what he was reading. Now, he was going for food as well. When the hell had this happened? He had just offered to get potions and now he was making house calls.

Still he decided that cooking at home would be faster and healthier than getting food outside. He didn't go for subtle either. Steak and potatoes and lots of vegetables, although Dale hardly needed them at the moment. He decided to bring some other healthier foods like fruit, and finally a bottle of wine.

He Apparated straight to Dale's bedroom. "You know, Ben really needs to put some spells around this house or Ronan will kill him in his sleep," he said as he put down the bag with the food on the night stand. "There's things you like, things you might not, and wine." He took out the two containers with the food and utensils. Of course, he'd thought of everything from the bottle opener to the glasses. He really didn't fancy explaining to Ben was he was back so soon. "So how are you really doing? Besides the boredom?" he asked as he kicked his shoes off and sat on the bed next to Dale.

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just_dale
2009-09-05 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Dale was still lounging around on Ben's spare bed when he heard the crack of Apparition and looked up. He had been reading a music magazine but it was full of bands techniques and songs that he had never heard of and therefore didn't make much sense.

He was still wearing nothing more than boxers although he had showered earlier in the day and his hair was curling slightly where he hadn't bothered to brush or dry it properly. "Ben secretly - or not so secretly - hopes that Ronan will come back with the basket and confess his love," he said, grinning at Patrick. "Besides, it lets you sneak in here undetected with food that smells extremely good."

Dale sat up, nose picking out a juicy steak as well as... Vegetables? He licked his lips, focusing on the bag intently and imagining what was inside before realising that Patrick had asked him a question. He paused, recalling what had been asked. "I ache. I'm tired. Staying in bed makes the aching worse, walking makes the tiredness worse. I can't win," he said with a small smile. "So what are your plans for the evening?"

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patricked
2009-09-05 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Patrick snorted. "Yes, I'm sure Ronan's only thought is coming back here and have his wicked way with Ben. Right after he can move again without feeling pain of course."

He passed Dale a container with the meat and potatoes, keeping the one with the vegetables for himself. "That one is really rare, and you can steal some carrots and peas if you want. There's also cherries, which are healthy and baked applies, which are not, because of the sugar, but it'd probably help you."

He sighed. "All right, aching how? Is it like a sharp pain, or just a dull constant one? Does the pain spike if you move?" He didn't know why he kept track of these things. He couldn't really experiment the way he wanted when it came to werewolves. You'd need trials and volunteers. Still, he liked to collect data.

"I was going to dinner, maybe the Leaky, eventually Eros. I guess I can skip the first two to spend my time with my boyfriend," He said with a grin.

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just_dale
2009-09-05 10:53 pm UTC (link)

"That's his intention, I'm sure. To sweep Ben off of his feet and into bed," Dale said, smiling at Patrick. "I'm too achy to even think of sex which happens... Never."

Dale happily took the container and cutlery from Patrick, cutting into his steak almost immediately. He had eaten a lot of food throughout the day and yet he was still craving steak. He knew it was his body's way of coping but it was horrible feeling half-starved. "Dull and constant," he said between mouthfuls of food. "It kind of gets worse if I walk around but more in a dizzy, headache-y kind of way that makes me want to lie down and sleep again."

Dale snickered, batting his eyelashes at Patrick. "Charmer," he teased. "God, your face when he said you were supplying me with potions."

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patricked
2009-09-05 10:59 pm UTC (link)

"If you're starting a bet, I'll take put a few galleons down for not a chance in hell." Patrick chuckled. "Yes, I always suspected that the worse part of being a werewolf was the lack of sex a day out of the month.

Patrick watched Dale eat, amused by the quantity the man had ingested today. He started eating himself, going a lot slower, while he took in the information. "I keep saying that I'll experiment with new pain potions, but it takes too long, too many volunteers that we don't have and also interest that is lacking, because no one would actually make and sell them."

He blew Dale a kiss, before snorting. "Yeah, well, the man has a way of putting things that doesn't sound nice. Rich boyfriend," he muttered, not sure why the comment had bothered him so much. "And why weren't you upset? You're the one who started with paying and money and all of that."

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just_dale
2009-09-05 11:08 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know, Ben's persistent and kind of endearing when you think about it," he said, knowing that he found most of Ben's personality charming. There weren't many people who couldn't or wouldn't warm to him. "However, I don't bet when I don't have the money to bet with no matter how sure I am of the outcome."

Dale practically hoovered the food up, knowing he probably looked like a pig. "I would volunteer but you would probably come up with a potion that disfigures me utterly. Or which makes me repellent to the same sex," he teased. "Why wouldn't people sell them? Surely people would buy effective pain potions?"

He leaned over and nipped at Patrick's lip. "I don't see why it bothers you," he said. "I was upset until I saw your face. That suddenly made it far more amusing."

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patricked
2009-09-05 11:16 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, he is more of a puppy than Ronan, and while he can be endearing, I'm not sure that Ronan would agree," he answered. "And we don't have to bet money. I'm sure we can come up with something."

Patrick rolled his eyes. "I'm actually good at what I do and if you don't believe it, you can always try going without potions next week and then you can tell me what you think of my potions skill." He put his half eaten steak on the night stand, picking up the container with the cherries. Spending the day in bed didn't really do much for his appetite.

When Dale stopped kissing him, he slid down, getting comfortable as he looked at Dale. "Because no one can afford them, Dale. They are specific to werewolves and most can barely hold steady jobs. The time required- It wouldn't be profitable for anyone to brew them." He put a hand on Dale's thigh, tracing mindless patterns with his thumb. "I resented the implication that I would get the potions for sex. I don't make them for that reason and I wouldn't buy for it."

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just_dale
2009-09-05 11:22 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not sure either but if there's anybody who will try and try again, it's Ben," he said, his smile becoming more mischievous. "Is that so? What do we want to bet on then?"

Dale finished his food and put the container to the side, rubbing his hand over his stomach. "I'm in awe of your skills," He paused. "Your potion ones too," he added.

"That really sucks. There should be some sort of system in place so that they are all paid for. It's the least the Ministry and St Mungo's can do if it means we're back at work quicker and therefore less likely to lose our jobs," he said, stretching out on the bed. "I know you don't make them that for that reason but hey- Sex with you is no hardship," he said, grinning.

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patricked
2009-09-05 11:36 pm UTC (link)

"Anything you want, because I'm so winning," he said, laughing. He couldn't imagine a more unlikely pairing if he tried.

Patrick rolled his eyes. "It doesn't take skill to barely cook a steak. I could feed you just about anything and you'd be happy. Not so much with the potions."

He rolled toward Dale while his fingers brushed the inside of Dale's thigh. "You know that it's not how it works, though. The number of werewolf has been minimal and there are plenty of laws that make not employing a werewolf legal. The Ministry has no reason to waist resources on something like that. St. Mungo's doesn't have the funds to do it, especially because they aren't emergency potions. To be honest, I doubt anyone care whether you work or not." He smiled leaning closer to kiss Dale. "Possibly when you aren't in pain."

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just_dale
2009-09-06 10:14 am UTC (link)

"I'll take the bet as long as money isn't involved. Ben will have had sex with Ronan at least twice within a month," he said, wondering if he would have to encourage Ben or not. "So what are the stakes?"

Dale looked at him and laughed, shaking his head. "My idea of cooking is a sandwich or a bowl of cereal," he told Patrick. "Mum did everything for us food-wise, she was more likely to clobber us with the frying pan than let us use it. Cooking is a woman's work according to her."

He didn't bother to get irritated. Patrick was only telling the truth as much as he didn't like hearing it. "It would be a damn sight different if the Minister's son got bitten. There would be pro-werewolf legislation popping up before you could say wolfsbane," he answered, too distracted by Patrick touching him to sound angry. Dale kissed Patrick back, groaning when the other man pulled away. "You're such a cock tease."

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patricked
2009-09-06 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Patrick laughed. "You're so deluded, but you're one." He thought for a moment, because really what the hell were they going to wager. "I'm not sure... really is there anything we wouldn't do without a bet?"

He rolled his eyes. "So you told me. I'll have to remember to tell my mother."

He shook his head. "I don't think so. It's still too expensive. The Minister doesn't need to change laws; she can pay for her own potions and I doubt Draco Malfoy would get fired no matter what he is." He kept touching Dale, knowing that it wasn't enough to offset the unfairness of it all. When Dale accused him of being a cocktease, Patrick reached between the slit of Dale's boxers, and closed his fingers around Dale's prick, moving them gently. "Nah, I have no problem getting you off if you're up to it."

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just_dale
2009-09-06 05:34 pm UTC (link)

"No, I just know Ben," he said, sticking his tongue out. "If- Sorry, when I win, you either cook for me or take me out for dinner. If something terrible happens and you win, I'll save you my cooking and buy us both dinner."

Dale laughed again, an easy grin on his face. "So I told you and, in fact, I'll tell you again- I'm in awe of your cooking skills."

He shook his head, sighing at how unfair it all seemed. "It's really stupid because werewolves are still a part of society. We might be somewhat undesirable but we're here. Pretending we don't exist doesn't actually make us disappear," He pushed his hips up towards Patrick's fingers before wondering if this was such a good idea. Chances were he'd regret it later but then Dale rarely thought with his upstairs head when there was a bed and nudity involved. "I have no idea if I actually am up to it."

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patricked
2009-09-06 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Patrick didn't think that was much of a bet, since neither one was really going to lose. "If you're looking for an excuse to be taken out to dinner, I'll do it without a wager," he teased.

"You should be in awe of everything I do," he said arrogantly.

"They haven't been a big part of society for a very long time," he said, although it was very weird to be discussing this while he was fisting Dale, but he'd done crazier things.

"Relax, okay?" he said as he stretched closer to Dale and holding him with an arm while he kept moving his hand. "If you are, you get off, and if you aren't, then it's fine, too."

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just_dale
2009-09-06 05:51 pm UTC (link)

"Look I can't think of anything else to bet on. I'd make it sex-related but I still can't think of much we wouldn't do when it comes to that either," he said with a small shrug, unable to really concentrate with Patrick touching him. He was beginning to harden - slowly - and the deft, smooth strokes were working wonders in terms of relaxing him.

"In awe of everything?" He snorted at that, leaning in to kiss Patrick deeply, his tongue curling around the other man's. "Cooking and potions skills only so far."

Dale's hand slid down Patrick's shirt and he frowned. "Not fair, I want to touch you," he said as he started to undo the buttons, his mouth moving to bite at Patrick's neck. His body was still aching although a more pleasurable throb was taking over and he thought that getting off might just be possible after all.

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patricked
2009-09-06 06:06 pm UTC (link)

"That's really fine," he said, knowing that he'd end up taking Dale out anyway, because he wouldn't let the other man pay when he needed his money for more important things.

He kissed Dale back, nipping on his lip. "I think there's something else I do very well, but if you disagree, I can always leave."

Patrick closed his eyes moaning happily, playing with the short hair at the back of Dale's neck. "You shouldn't overdo it. I can get you off." He could always go out later and fuck. He wouldn't push Dale when he was still weak.

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just_dale
2009-09-06 06:31 pm UTC (link)

"I'm still making sure of that one. Wouldn't want to rate you highly and get disappointed afterwards," he joked between kisses, feeling his body heat up as he responded to Patrick. "Although all signs are favourable."

He shook his head minutely and kissed down Patrick's chest, grazing his teeth over the other man's nipple and looking up at him. "I know you can get me off. Doesn't mean I can't return the favour though, does it?" he said, pushing down into Patrick's hand and moaning happily. "I think my mouth still works. Jaw ache isn't going to kill me."

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patricked
2009-09-06 07:06 pm UTC (link)

"We'll just have to keep fucking until you have enough information to make a decision. We'll follow the Ravenclaw way for once," he answered, trying not to laugh.

Patrick sighed happily when Dale played with his nipple. "I don't want you to exert yourself." He raised Dale's face and kissed him again. "We can do whatever you can. You shouldn't have to spend more time than necessary in bed because we can't wait a day to get off."

He gave Dale another quick kiss. "Give me a moment." He slid away carefully and got up to remove his clothes, and then got back in bed. "Now, I think you still have a pair of boxers that need to be removed," he said as he reached for the elastic and pulled them down. Only then, he settled back next to Dale.

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just_dale
2009-09-06 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"Like I said before, sex with you isn't a hardship," Dale replied, chuckling as he moved his hands over Patrick's torso, one slipping down to press against the other man's cock.

"I'm not exerting myself and seeing as I took the entire weekend off in preparation for this, I can afford to spend another day in bed," he replied once he pulled back from one kiss only to tumble into another.

"Where are you- Ah, all right. I approve," he said with a dopey grin, watching Patrick undress. He felt a little light-headed truth be told although he wasn't sure if it was from arousal or from his body telling him he shouldn't be doing it. Either way, he let Patrick strip his boxers off and then pulled him close. "No treating me like an invalid," he warned.

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patricked
2009-09-06 08:28 pm UTC (link)

Patrick snorted. "There's a difference between an invalid and a werewolf that on your average day is stronger, faster and less vulnerable than most wizards, but is less than at his best the day after the full moon."

He covered Dale's body, keeping his weight on his elbows as he started to kiss the other man. This was so very wrong, but he wasn't one to say no to sex. "Tell me what's easier for you," he said between kisses.

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just_dale
2009-09-06 08:48 pm UTC (link)

"I might be knackered and not at my best but I'm still fuckable," he teased, rolling his hips up to grind against Patrick. "And I think I can even remain conscious unless you're that mind-blowing."

He moaned into the kisses, fingers tangling in Patrick's hair as he kept him close. "God- You expect me to think and kiss?" he muttered. "Fuck..." The word made him wonder if they could and he looked up at Patrick, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you game to see if we can?"

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patricked
2009-09-06 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"You're very fuckable, except I don't like to fuck people who are ready to pass out from the pain," he said, grinning. He bit Dale's lip. "You'd better stay conscious at least until you come."

He raised his head a little, sighing. He really didn't want to push, but how could he say no. "This is such a horrible idea. You know that, right?" He leaned down and kissed Dale once more. "All right, but you have to speak up if something is wrong."

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just_dale
2009-09-06 09:17 pm UTC (link)

"Really? And there I was thinking you would be so much more kinky than this," he teased, arching up against Patrick and nipping at his pulse, feeling it flicker under his lips and tongue as he marked his skin. "I'm so disappointed," he murmured, biting at the other man's earlobe.

He wasn't usually so teeth-happy but he supposed it was an after-effect of the moon considering he couldn't get enough of Patrick's skin or the way he smelled and tasted.

Dale laughed, the sound only smothered when Patrick kissed him. "Of course it's a horrible idea. I think it's possibly the worst one I've had in the past week," he said between kisses. "However, that doesn't mean that I don't want to do this."

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patricked
2009-09-07 12:41 am UTC (link)

"Kinks don't include unconscious men," he answered, grinning.

Patrick chuckled at the feel of teeth on his skin. At least, the change hadn't made Dale self-conscious. He would have hated that. Instead he returned the favour, nipping and kissing Dale until he spoke again.

"As long as you know." There really was no 'best' way to do this, but he would still minimise the damage best way that he could. "On your side. We're doing this nice and slow." He kissed Dale again before rolling off. "You also have to tell me where to find the lube. I didn't exactly plan for this."

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just_dale
2009-09-07 09:32 pm UTC (link)

Dale rolled onto his side happily enough, kissing Patrick back greedily. He looked blank at the question, however, and it was several moments before he replied.

"Lube?" Dale hadn't a clue where Ben kept lube - well, he guessed in his bedroom - but he thought the bathroom might prove fruitful. It was where people usually kept it or so he thought. He looked in the bedroom drawers and came up with nothing. "Bathroom, maybe? Otherwise Ben's room but he'll probably want a threesome and I know I don't have the energy for that."

He snorted, trying to stifle a laughing fit. "This isn't going seductively, is it?" he asked. "You know, I don't need lube. Spit will do."

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patricked
2009-09-08 03:16 am UTC (link)

Patrick laughed with Dale. "If I wanted seduction, I'd be dating and not fucking. Don't worry about it." He shook his head. "We're not using spit, not right now."

He sighed, but got up. "Shouldn't he be at the Leaky anyway?" He wasn't sure, but he thought that Ben was there on Monday nights. "I'll find something."

He didn't worry about clothes. If Ben was there, he wouldn't see anything he hadn't seen before. He went to the bathroom because he wasn't going to look into a man's drawer for lube when the man in question wasn't there. He returned a moment later, smiling. "No lube, but we have lotion."

He returned to the bed, lying behind Dale. "See, I told you I was going to find some kind of oil," he said as he started to prep the other man.

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just_dale
2009-09-08 07:26 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe. I haven't seen him," he said, realising he didn't have a clue where his friend was. He had assumed he was pottering around the flat somewhere but seeing as he had drifted in and out of sleep for the entire day, he hadn't heard if Ben had gone out. "It would be unusual if he could get both weekend nights off, I guess."

Dale lay on his side, looking over at the door. This wasn't going exactly to plan but then he hadn't planned to have Patrick over for anything more than company. All of this was completely unexpected. But in a good way, he thought.

"Works for me," he said, pushing against Patrick's fingers as they spread him open. It burned but in a pleasant way and he sighed happily, the tension fleeing his body. "You make me wait too long and I'll pass out," he teased.

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patricked
2009-09-08 08:05 pm UTC (link)

"If you pass out while we fuck, it means we aren't supposed to fuck in the first place," Patrick said. No matter what Dale said, they would take this slow.

He took his time, opening Dale up, working his end nerves until his entire body would relax. Only when he could feel all the tension drain away, he spread the lotion over his cock.

Patrick pushed inside slowly, until he was spooned against Dale. He put an arm around the man's waist as he began to rock against him. The movements were shallow in this position, no sudden changes. It would draw it out making it all the better.

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just_dale
2009-09-08 08:46 pm UTC (link)

"I was joking, I'm not going to pass out," he said with an easy grin, turning his head to look at his lover. It was hard to remain coherent when Patrick was opening him up but he swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on what he wanted to say, only for Patrick's fingers to brush his prostate and cause his head to blank out.

"Please-" Dale blurted, trembling slightly as the sensations flooded his body, his mouth opening on a moan as he felt Patrick push into him. He fisted his hands in the sheets to stop himself doing something stupid like pushing Patrick onto his back and riding him; he knew he didn't have the energy to do so but it didn't stop him from wanting it.

Instead he focused on the strokes, the other man's cock rubbing along all of his sensitive spots. "Patrick- Nngh," he said, unable to get his words out. "Fuck."

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patricked
2009-09-08 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Patrick landed gentle kisses over Dale's shoulder and back. He nipped the nape of his neck while his hand floated down Dale's tense body. His fingers closed around Dale's cock, caressing the full length with certain strokes.

He trusted inside Dale's body, languid strokes that drove him mad with their slow built up, but knowing that the pay off could be even more intense.

"So tight... God, Dale..." He whispered nonsense in Dale's ear as he rocked them to orgasm. "Come on, let me see you come."

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just_dale
2009-09-09 09:54 pm UTC (link)

Dale pushed back into the thrusts as much as he could, the steadiness of the pace driving him slowly insane. He had never been patient or a fan of slow and steady but knew that Patrick was holding back to make things better which, whilst a great idea in principle, made him achingly hard.

Especially with Patrick touching him as he was doing.

"Can't, not there-" He panted, his hands still balled into fists in the sheets. "Near..." He inhaled sharply as Patrick pushed inside him enough to see sparks, the nail of Patrick's thumb catching his head at exactly the same moment. It was too much sensation at once and his orgasm came out of nowhere, slamming into him. He groaned as his body tensed and relaxed, spilling over Patrick's fingers without a word of warning. "Nearer than I thought," he said drowsily.

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patricked
2009-09-09 10:09 pm UTC (link)

Patrick was surprised by Dale's orgasm, the sudden tightness making him gasp as desire pooled in his groin, before avalanching through his body. He buried his face against Dale's hair, painting as his orgasm left him breathless.

He lay on his side, still holding onto Dale, kissing him softly. "We're insane." They shouldn't have even tried, but here they were and Patrick didn't regret it one bit. "Are you all right?"

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just_dale
2009-09-09 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Dale kissed Patrick back, twisting as much as he could to face him and threading his fingers in the other man's hair. "Really insane," he agreed, his muscles already starting to protest at the unnatural movement.

He pulled back reluctantly and shifted until he was comfortable. "Muscles are cramping a bit but I think I'll live," he said, yawning hugely. "That was far better than a bedtime story. Are you going off to find another fuck for the night?" he asked. "I need to live vicariously through you for a night if you are," he added with a smug-looking grin.

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patricked
2009-09-09 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Patrick slid back so Dale could move with ease. He grinned. "I'm glad to know that you're very well aware of it, since you're the one who's going to be feeling it."

Patrick kissed him again. "I'll remember it for the future. No bedtime stories when we can fuck." He shook his head. "I can stay here if you want. You need sleep and my cock can rest for the night. I might even shock my mother and be awake before noon on Sunday."

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just_dale
2009-09-09 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"Mmhmm, well, like I said- It's a good ache," he said, lying on his front when Patrick pulled away and turning his head to look at the other man. "I wouldn't have done this if I couldn't or if I felt... I don't know, unwell enough."

He smiled into the kiss, biting at Patrick's lower lip and feeling how swollen it was from all of the kissing. "I never need a bedtime story post-fuck. Especially not when I'm exhausted as it is," he said, his eyes dropping to Patrick's chest. He trailed a hand down the smooth skin, feeling the hard muscles underneath. "Then stay, I don't snore," he replied, not playing the 'if you want' card seeing as Patrick had left it up to him. "Shock horror. Would she faint?"

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	patricked 2009-09-09 10:57 pm UTC (link)
	"You'd have to be close to death to say no to sex," Patrick said with a snort. Patrick summoned his wand and cast cleaning spells on both of them. "Fainting would be the best reaction," he added, laughing. "Now, get some sleep, Dale. I know you don't snore. We've done this once already, remember." He pulled up the sheets, and put an arm around Dale. "Good night." (Reply to this) (Parent)