"Relax, Ashton," Dylan whispered, working inside Ashton with a confidence that made it so easy to trust, to give in, to let go. "How's it feel?"
"Feels… good?" Ashton answered him hesitantly, still trying to decide. "Nice, I guess. But I don't get what the fuss is about."
"Hold on," Dylan warned. And none too soon, shoving his way deeper inside, fingers twisting as Ashton frowned, trying to work out just what —
"GUH!"
Ashton gasped, his entire body shaking with it, spasming over Dylan so fast he nearly fell, taking Dylan's hand with him in the process.
W-w-w-w-wh-wh-wha-
"W-wha…?" Ashton finally choked out, muscles still singing with sensation.
But Dylan just laughed. And then?
Oh,GOD.
He did it again.
And again.
Ashton whimpered, writhing, wracked with a wholly new sensation.
"This feel good?" Dylan asked, the innocence dripping from his voice, the jerk.
"Y-yeah," Ashton moaned, his body quivering as Dylan stroked that sweet little spot that sent Ashton's body into overdrive as his brain leaked out of his ears.
"What about this?" the damned saint of sucking lowered his head to tongue and lick at Ashton's balls as he continued to toy with him from the inside with his finger.
"Fuckinghell," Ashton cried out, his hips practically vibrating, unable to decide between Dylan's hand and mouth. "Dylan! S-stop, I'm gonna come."
"That's the idea,mi bobocito," Dylan informed him, finger plunging even deeper. “You’re going to come just like this; with me in you and around you, unable to think about anything except how good I'm making you feel."
And hell, he wasn't putting action to words, wasn’t he? Lighting up Ashton's world from the inside out.
"Unless you use your safe word, this ass of yours ismine," Dylan growled. "You got that?”
Oh, he got that.
Whatever Dylan demanded; just as long as he kept doingthat?
Ashton moaned, nodding even as he dropped his head, curling over Dylan's body, kneading at his shoulders as he stroked and stroked and —
"Who does this ass belong to, Ashton?"
Ashton nearly choked on his own damned tongue.
"You, dammit, you!" he groaned, rocking himself further onto Dylan's finger, needing more, needing it all.
"Ay, that's right," Dylan said before swallowing him down again.
Ashton's lungs were on fire; his body incandescent. He trembled with the strain of it, but he could be good; God, it felt so good. Dylan's mouth was a revelation; his finger thrusting, rubbing Ashton's hole; lighting him up from the inside, massaging Ashton's taint with his thumb; with his other hand, he cradled Ashton's balls.
Tears pricked at Ashton's eyes from the force he squeezed them tight, pushed higher and higher; his body squirming round his finger, dancing to Dylan's tune. It was too much to bear and too good to stop, a riot of sensation and pleasure so intense the spaces between felt like purity, like pain.
It didn't take long at all before Ashton cried out with the force of it; his hips jerking, body seizing, an avalanche rolling through him, spilling over Dylan's tongue and down his throat.
Dylan worked him through it, swallowing fast. Felt like he was milking every last drop and then some — until Ashton finally shied away, his cock too sensitive to withstand any more.
