Dale let Patrick push him back if only to feel the peace of mind that made it possible for him to be rational and logical. This was so fucked up. "But you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for this bond," he said with a snort. His fingers slid down over Patrick's arse and he pushed his groin up against the other man's, hard in seconds. "Neither of us would be."
"You shouldn't," he said with a small laugh. "You really should get the hell away from me. Anybody with any sense would."
Dale turned his head to kiss Patrick, pressing his mouth against his lover's with passion. "I'd rather not hit you. I'm not fond of being hexed."