He closed his eyes, laying on his back due to Patrick's insistent pushing and Mal hummed out with pleasure as soft, moist kisses were planted over his chest and sternum. Mal grinned.
"I'm not as hair as some bastards out there," he murmured, and frankly Mal didn't like using spells or potions for hair removal. It always itched like a sonofabitch when it grew back, and required constant upkeep. "Haven't heard complaints before. I'm a very warm, fuzzy bed companion," he joked before inhaling deeply.
As he had been talking, Patrick had removed Mal's shorts and wasted no time in going down on the older man. Mal's hips jerked, his one hand going to Patrick's hair while the other clenched into the bed clothes under him.
Words were long forgotten at that point, and Mal just let out a long groan, the wet heat of Patrick's mouth surrounding him. It had been too long...