Oh?
Thinking about you
Your body
The taste of your mouth
All those sounds you made for me
Mmm.
Ashton slowed, picturing it; the memory of them leaping easily to mind. His breathing grew ragged, bouncing off the tiled walls as if it were doubled, as if it came from two throats, as if Dylan were with him there too.
Do you ever finger yourself when you jack off?
I…
What?
No
that's gay
Ashton's cheeks heated with the hypocrisy of it. But really, jacking himself off in a men's room because Dylan had ordered him to was one thing, but fingering his own hole in a bathroom stall was entirely different.
He couldn't sayhowjust then, just…
It justis, okay?
[ Dylan ]:
Imagine it’s me
Think about the way I opened you up the other night
Think about how good it felt with just one finger
Ashton's heart was pounding in his ears; his lungs thudding away inside his chest.
He wouldn't.
Hecouldn't.
Did u do it?
Except…Dylan wanted him to.
And, weirdly? That made Ashton want it too.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
Ashton shoved down his pants and briefs all in one go; twisting around and contorting himself, trying to figure out just how this was even supposed to — towork.
u still there?
He spat on his finger just like Dylan had, making a mental note to get some lube, before striking that plan just as quickly.Getting lube meant he was planning for this to happen again, and this could absolutelynothappen again, ever, and —
Feels weird
