Wait, but why — ?
"Not until you’re nice and ready."
Dylan squeezed him gently, carefully, making Ashton's world go magnificently bright. His knees were shaking; how weird was that? Most of his weight was braced against Dylan's frame, clutching at him and holding on for dear life.
"Even then, I'd go slow with you, Ashton."
Yes.
"Be so careful."
Yes.
"Make it good."
Yes.
"Gotta have you coming back to me."
Yes.
"Just me."
Yes,please.
There was something about the tone of his voice. Something about the free hand he had pressed so securely to the small of Ashton's back, that…
Ashton could almost believe him. Could almost believe that Dylanwouldlet Ashton come back. That this could be more than another in a long string of brief encounters; that here was someone who actually wanted to —
Stay.
A sound escaped Ashton then; not a moan, not a groan, not a grunt. It'd been perilously close to a sob, he feared; desperate hope clawing its way through the ragged panting of his throat, that somehow Dylan hadn't noticed even as Ashton thrust against Dylan's hand.
Please stay.
"They don't treat you right, do they?" Dylan murmured, the concerned note in his voice confirming he'd heard everything Ashton would prefer to ignore. "Whoever you've been seeing; they don't give you what you need."
They don't stay.
They never stay.
"But I will."
Yes.
"You hear me?"
Yes.
"I'll give you everything and more."
Yes. Everything.
I wanteverything.
Just don't stop, and you can do anything you want.
Take anything you want.
