"Sorry, did you want to be a special little snowflake?" he asked as he watched him cast a spell and then strip. Patrick had either been working out or been truly blessed because Dale didn't think he had seen such a defined body in years. He smiled at the mention of thinking, a retort already on his tongue. "Not sixteen year old girls but sixteen year old boys once upon a time. I remember one in particular, very hot but such an arse."
Dale moved forward when Patrick pulled at his trousers, eyes slipping shut as he felt the other man kiss his stomach and undo his trousers. His hand moved down to brush over Patrick's hair and he leaned into the caresses. This, forgetting everything, felt like the best decision he'd made in nearly a month and he was glad in a way that Patrick wasn't a stranger.
"Bossy fucker, aren't you?" he said with a smile, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his trousers and underwear. He got onto the bed, luxuriating in sheets that were of a much better quality of his own. "In that case you had better top."