"Yes, so you don't have to warn me," he answered, but his attention was on the way Mal looked at him. "I've been told a few times," he said without any arrogance or modesty. It was just a fact, and he worked hard at keeping his body the way it was.
"Mal... stop thinking, stop wondering, stop everything. Let's just fuck, suck, kiss, rim, lick, bite, take your pick, just stop thinking," he said before Mal kissed him again. Patrick was sure that the wheels were turning inside that head of his, because Mal was incapable of not thinking, but Patrick would get him there.
"Now, you said something about sucking you off." Patrick pushed Mal's shoulders to the mattress and kissed his way down, while his fingers played with the soft hair on Mal's chest. There was a smile on his face. "Do you know we invented spells to get rid of these?" he asked, even if he couldn't see Mal wasting time with spells to get rid of hair. Patrick didn't wait for the obvious answer, but instead he closed his lip around Mal's cock, lips sliding against the length of it until it was hard and heavy against his tongue.