[Dylan]:
Really? The way you were moaning said otherwise
Ashton scowled, leaning his forehead against the wooden partition.
It just...i felt good. Doesn't mean i liked it
[ Dylan ]:
But it felt good?
Ashton licked his lips, his heart racing as he hit [SEND].
yes
[ Dylan ]:
What did it feel like?
What did it —
Ashton's mind blanked, uncertain how to answer. Uncertain how to reply over fuckingtext, Holy Hell.
[ Dylan ]:
Are you hard now?
Ashton chuckled, thumping his forehead against the wall.
I could cut diamonds.
[Dylan]:
I'm hard just thinking about you
Thinking about the other night
About your big, thick cock
About the way my lips had to stretch around you
About how heavy you were on my tongue
Ashton closed his eyes, remembering Dylan's mouth wrapped around his cock.
[ Dylan ]:
Fuck, Ashton. I want that
Do you want that?
Yes!
No.
I'm…
I'm not gay
