Catholicboys: Dex Devall & Eddie Patrick Do It Again
In the new scene by Catholicboys, Eddie Patrick sneaks into Dex Devall’s dormitory, and the two religious men have sex once again. Dex’s back slams against the peeling wallpaper as Patrick’s knee shoves between his thighs. Fuck sermons. The heat between them is a feral thing—panting, teeth-cracked, lit by the flicker of a bedside lamp. Patrick’s fingers twist strands of Dex’s hair, snapping his head back. “Been clawing at this since the first psalm you spat at me,” he hisses, tongue tracing Dex’s jugular.
The zipper snarls open. Dex’s hips buck up, seeking friction, nails carving crescent moons into Patrick’s shoulders. No slow burn here—just gasoline and fists filled with each other’s skin. Bodies crash against the mattress, a tangle of bitten lips and hissed demands. Patrick’s knee pins Dex’s wrist. “Don’t blink,” he warns, and Dex’s laugh is raw as he yanks him closer by the belt.
Every thrust is a reckoning. Dex’s curses turn ragged, pleas lost under the creak of bedsprings and the wet slap of flesh. When they finish, it’s a staggered collapse—foreheads pressed, sweat-slick and snarling.
