Patrick shifted his hold, gripping both wrists with one hand and reached between their bodies. He stroked Dale while all control flew out the window.
He felt Dale come, clenching around him. He finally could let go and he came as well, deep inside Dale's body. With the last shake, he rested on top of Dale, letting go of his hands. He couldn't even be fucked that his cheek was inches away from the scars. Unless Dale wanted him to move, he was staying where he was.
"Feeling better?" he asked still trying to breath regularly.