"Yeah, I remember those days after Hogwart's." Patrick hadn't been as poised as Chris, though. He had drunk and fucked and nearly got in more troubles that he could chew.
Patrick decided to let it drop. He could mention it to Marcus and then Marcus could decide what to do with him. Hopefully the kid would get smarter about what he said and to whom.
He kissed his way down the exposed length of Chris' neck, but at Chris' word, his head lolled forward and he pressed his forehead on the man's shoulder for a moment or two, before straightening up. "Look, kid, you are pretty, seemingly smart, and have managed to convince Marcus to let you in. I also bet that you're so fucking tight to make this really good, but this is sex. We fuck, you spend the night if you want, go home if you like, and tomorrow, there are no flowers, no fire calls, no relationship. We might fuck again in the future, we might not. If that's good with you, I don't care if you're a virgin or the biggest slut in this club."