Will kissed Patroclus just as hungrily, helping him remove the shirt, and then going to his jeans to undo his belt. Fuck this guy was fit, especially compared to Will. Patroclus could have almost wrapped his arms around him twice. He just had to not let it bother him, though, and undid his fly enough that he could slide a hand inside to cup the heavy bulge. He groaned with lust, kissing harder, yanking them closer together with his other hand.