"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."