"Yes, but you're so eloquent when you say such things. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside," Marcus said back, chuckling.
His limbs felt heavy and his groin ached pleasantly from such an intense orgasm. "It isn't an excuse, it's just fact that I can use to complain with. I don't use excuses," Marcus replied, his voice conversational.
Grinning, Marcus put his hand on top of Patrick's and squeezed. His thighs nestled in behind Patrick's arse, though the younger man was a fair few inches smaller. Unless they were standing, Marcus always felt larger than Patrick. Maybe that would never change.
"Poetry is not my forte anyhow. Unless you count dirty limericks."
Marcus sighed, sensing that he should feel guilty for his and Patrick's fucked up relationship as it was but no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't. "Of course I do, kid. I feel the same way," he replied softly against Patrick's hair. Marcus was never good at saying such things but he wanted to let Patrick know that he did feel the words, even if he couldn't comfortably say them.
And I promise I won't stop Marcus thought in his head, his hand stroking Patrick's side tenderly, his own movements lulling him towards slumber.