There was no way. He thought he'd know what he was doing asking for Patrick to be in him, but he was wrong. Chris had figured, aside from the want, that once Patrick was in him he'd get used to it all at once. Instead it burnt, just like Patrick said.
But Patrick was kissing him, even as his own cock wilted somewhat in his hand, and he loved those kisses. Twining his hands in Patrick's hair he gave himself up to that kiss, reveling in the slow glide of his lover's tongue in his mouth. His fingers found Patrick's scalp and traced lazy patterns there. He didn't know how long they'd been kissing, it seemed like forever and not long enough but he could feel his body responding again to Patrick's touch.
Even better, it didn't seem to hurt much if at all. "Please Patrick, don't stop kissing me, but think you can move now. Just slow, please?"