"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe we'd be fucking anyway without you going all possessive on me," he said, grinning. Patrick dropped his head, groaning as he felt the hardness pressed against his groin. "Fuck... we just shagged, Dale. You want to fuck me again, don't you?" It wasn't a real question."
He pressed his hips against Dale's. "Does it feel like I'm running away?"
He kissed him back, knowing that the discussion was becoming irrelevant. "Then keep kissing me. Told you it helps everything."