Hrm.
"Oh, f-fuck," Dylan moaned as Ashton's palm slid experimentally up his shaft, a little furrow creasing his brow that was oddly endearing.
"This angle sucks," Ashton decided, his thumb circling the head of Dylan's cock like he remembered Dylan doing to him.
"You're the one — "
Dylan broke off with a very satisfying gasp as Ashton leaned in to kiss him again.
See how you like it.
"Shut up. You're distracting me," Ashton told him, pulling the band of Dylan's boxers down to free his cock and give himself more space to work.
"Fuck," Dylan grunted, hips arching as Ashton's found a rhythm, keeping his fist slow and steady and firm as he jacked Dylan off.
"Like this?" Ashton asked curiously, trying something he liked; stroking up, twisting a little at the head, and then sliding back down.
Kind of fun, being on this side of things.
"You could go faster," Dylan urged him, eyes locked onto the sight of his dick disappearing and reappearing in the clench of Ashton's fist.
"You're assuming I'm trying to get you off." Ashton chuckled, enjoying their reversal.
Dylan blinked up at him; eyes bright, cheeks adorably flushed. "Aren't you?"
"Maybe," Ashton taunted him. "Maybe I just want a turn to mess with you a bit first. Seems only fair."
Lightning-quick, a scowl flashed on Dylan's face, twisting his features. But Ashton was already moving faster, his fingers curling tighter.
If Dylan had a response to that, he didn't make it. His mouth fell open, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
And that point goes to me.
Leaning back on his forearms, Dylan merely grunted, his hips canting up as he chased the clench of Ashton's hand.
"Siente tan bien," he groaned, the line of his throat capturing Ashton's attention. "S-so good. Yeah, just like that, Ashton, don't fucking stop."
"Can't believe how sexy you look right now," Ashton growled, the heft and warmth of Dylan's a thing of glory in his hand.
"Y-yeah?" Dylan grinned up at him, eyes glinting through dark lashes. "Do something about it then, I d— "
But his dare was swallowed up by Ashton's mouth, tongue probing between Dylan's lips and licking up all his words.
When Ashton finally released him from their kiss, Dylan's cock was leaking in Ashton's grip, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
"Oh, f-fuck, yeah. Yeah. That’s… that’s real g-good," Dylan panted. "Ashton I'm gonna..."
"Already?" Ashton blinked, surprised.
Dylan just grinned lopsidedly up at him. "You have no clue how sexy you were, gasping and grinding on my finger, huh?"
He think's I'm sexy?
Ashton grinned, shifting experimentally.
"Feels like you're still in there," he blurted out; distracted for a moment from the mission at hand.
"Oh fuck," Dylan hissed, face contorting into the most interesting shapes, his cock solid steel in Ashton's hand. "Oh fuck.Ash."
