started using again.

I wasn’t commenting on your facial hair. 

Still my little sister.

And you still look dirty.

Right, because you already did that with my little sister.

I’m sad to realize that I might have to see you here. 

Well, I guess I live here now.

Yeah sure, but why?

It’s fine, can’t do it. Still on probation.

Could take a mini holiday? Go someplace for a few days.

Sounds very stuff and boring.

OOC:

Campaign?

That I am. Please do, it’s lonely swimming all by myself and also the water is divine.

Self care. Lots of self care. Movie binges, joining me at the pool, the possibilities are endless.

Patrick looked up at Rowan the whole time, watching every detail, every reaction the man had, and so far none of it told him that what he was doing wasn’t welcome, on the contrary. With both the swirl of the drug buzzing through him, and the fact someone was swallowing his cock down, it was fair to say the older man was having a great time. The fingers sliidng through his short curls encouraged him to keep on doing things just like that, turning the man’s cock into his personal lollipop before he started to fully bob his head around him, deep enough to reach down his thoat some times. 

A soft moan fell off his lips, undoubtedly echoing around the man’s cock, when he felt his head being held in place, to feeling of having someone controlling him like that spreading through him like flashfire. He whimpered softly when he thrust his hips up, his eyes watering just a little from the full effort, but if there was something he was good at that was giving blowjobs, and how much he could take. He had been highly praised over that, several times, and now was the perfect chance to show his skills, with the new, interesting and mysterious man he had just met. He pulled back his mouth off for a short breather and chuckled. “Fuck, yes.. You wanna fuck my mouth, handsome? Go for it. Give me your best shot.”

Fuck, that moaning around his cock did wonders for Rowan as his lips parted in a quiet moan, eyes falling shut for a moment as he drank in the sensation. Treating him like that was hardly a way to get his hips to stay still... but if that whimper he heard was any indicator then perhaps Patrick didn’t want them to. As Patrick pulled off and spoke to him once again, Rowan’s eyes grew darker at the offer. He didn’t need to encourage him more.

How so?