Patrick snorted. "You haven't shagged in so long that they hadn't even invented those spells," he teased, although he had no idea when the spells were invented.
However, he wasn't interested in discussing spells or hair removal or anything else, not when he had Mal's cock in his mouth, but more than that, when Mal was so easily losing control.
He wanted to see more of that, and decided to concentrate on what he was doing. His head bobbed up and down, his tongue pressing against Mal's cock, tracing the ridge, before teasing the slit, and then back down. He worked him over slowly until he could taste the thick flavour of precome against his tongue.