"I think you lot share that middle name," he said, remembering just how easily Ben had come to his house. He could be killing people on his spare time and neither one had even blinked at the invitation.
He chuckled when Dale took his hand. "Is this how it's going to be?" But he wasn't complaining. He was more than happy to skip to the fucking." He stroke Dale as he humped against the other man's hip, his cock hardening, while they kissed.
Patrick reached blindly for the lube. He uncapped it with one hand and slicked his fingers. He'd have to check later if he needed to refill it, he thought idly, as he teased the hole. "Do you bottom often?" It wasn't curiosity, he needed to know just how much prep he'd need before they could fuck.