Patrick shifted pliantly, accommodating Marcus' movements. Everything was sore now. His legs, his arse, every muscle was tense with need.
He gripped the sheet, fisting them hard enough to feel it rip as Marcus pumped into him, but he didn't care. Everything lost its meaning as pain and pleasure drove him closer to the edge. He needed to little and yet he knew that Marcus wasn't ready to make him come.
The need and knowledge had him wailing when Marcus touched his cock. So ready to go off, but trying to hold on.
The words were fuzzy in his head by now, but the spike of pain cleared his head someone. He blinked, trying to focus on Marcus again. He licked his lips as he thought about the question. It shouldn't take that long for his brain to process such a simple question, and finally he nodded. "Yeah- fuck yes... Marcus, please, I can't."