Patrick took his time with the kiss, rocking into Marcus. For once, it was his turn to tease since he knew it was too early for them leave, but he'd take what he could get. They could fuck later.
He pulled back and grinned even more. "Smug bastard? I thought that's what I called you, and coming from you, that's a compliment." He chuckled. "Careful there, you wouldn't want to compromise yourself."
His grin slowly faded as he laced his fingers behind Marcus' neck and stared at the other man. "You know, people will comment on us and I'll question things, but then we're together and I know that this is what I want, the way I want it. I don't need you to tell me that you love me, what you do for me is more than enough. I do need you to tell me to fuck off if you ever get tired of me. Whether because you want to fuck someone for a night or just don't want to fuck me anymore, I just need to know. As long as I know that you will, we're fine, because I never want you to resent my presence."
He smiled a little. "Promising career?" This was why he loved Marcus. He didn't need to make a show of things, but he had so much faith in what Patrick did, and it was something that he barely got from anyone else. "I won't let you down. You'll see."