Dale gave as good as he got, meeting every thrust and feeling himself slip closer and closer towards his finished. Sweat eased the friction on his cock but it wasn't quite enough, not quite tight enough for him to come. Whilst he'd been able to come almost on command at the age of sixteen, he had learned some restraint in the years that had followed.
"Need a hand," he gasped out, leaning his forehead against Patrick's. He tightened around Patrick with the new position and took advantage of it, kissing the other man hard. "I'm close- Really close."