"Yes! You taste so good too; whisky and spice and hot." Going on instinct he even licked Patrick's lips for more.
Chris nipped at Patrick's lips till his tongue was in his mouth again. God, he loved kissing. His fingers roamed down to his lover's shoulders, the pads making soft tracks as he gripped the muscles there.
Chris' mind and body were at war with conflicting impulses. Part of him wanted this to last forever, to keep Patrick in him as long as he could, convinced nothing would feel this good again. Another part needed release and wanted that from Patrick fucking him.
"Patrick, can someone, can I come? Just from you in me? Fucking me? Is that possible?