Dylan chuckled around his cock before taking him deeper.
“So good.” Callum doubted he would be able to say anything more eloquent than that as he started to lose his mind. “So, so good.”
Pleasure pooled in his groin, and it was all he could do not to thrust deeper into Dylan’s mouth. He groaned as Dylan took him deeper still, and then worked his mouth slowly up and down, always doing something with his tongue that made the piercing stimulate Callum’s nerves in the most amazing ways.
“So good.”
He was panting now, barely able to form any kind of coherent thought.
“Amazing. I’ve never felt—”
His words were cut off by the orgasm that rocked his body. White hot pleasure coursed through him as Dylan kept sucking and licking for the few seconds it took for the wave to pass and for Callum’s sated body to relax. Then embarrassment kicked in. Callum’s face became a furnace that he tried to cover with his hands.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” Dylan eased Callum’s hands away from his face and stared into his eyes. “You were perfect, baby.”
“I came sofast.”
It was exactly like it had been the first time he’d had sex. A few seconds of thrusting, and then it had all been over.
“Uh, that just shows how amazingIam at giving blowjobs,” Dylan said. He pressed a salty kiss to Callum’s lips. “I swallowed, by the way,” he whispered.
Callum had known that, but hearing Dylan confirm it still made him groan. “Oh, God.”
Dylan grinned. “I promise, you’ve got nothing to feel bad about. You looked so beautiful when you came.”
The heat began to dissipate from Callum’s cheeks. “Thank you.”
Dylan kissed him again. “We’re both a bit of a sticky mess. Let’s take a shower together and then I’ll make us some breakfast, okay?”
“I’m not sure I could get down your ladder right now.” Callum's legs were shaking, and he was tired from the orgasm.
“Okay.” Dylan snuggled up beside him, pulling the quilt back over them both. “Cuddle first, then shower and breakfast.”
Callum smiled and let his eyes drift shut again. “That sounds perfect.”
* * *
After going home to get ready for the Vibe, Callum headed back to Dylan’s so they could go together. He really did need to start bringing a change of clothes with him if he was going to make a habit of sleeping at Dylan’s. Not that he wanted to assume. So, even though the thought occurred to himbeforehe left the narrowboat, he didn’t take anything with him except his keys and wallet.
Dylan was still getting ready when Callum arrived, so he entertained himself by playing on the VR. Although he hated to admit it, the rhythm game was incredibly addictive. He was even getting better at it. He played through a few songs on a harder difficulty setting than normal. Halfway through a song, he felt Dylan’s hands on his hips.
“You’re so sexy when you move like that,” Dylan said.
Callum grinned, enjoying the sensation of Dylan holding him as he completed the level and then took the VR headset off. He put everything down carefully and then turned. His intention had been to kiss Dylan, but he was caught off guard by how stunning Dylan looked.
He’d chosennotto go subtle with his make-up. His lipstick was glossy hot pink and his cheekbones shimmered with glittery highlighter. He’d put on false eyelashes and had created long, sweeping flicks with black eyeliner, which made his eye makeup look even more dramatic. He’d done a gradient from the inside corner of his eyes outwards, starting with metallic pink, going through purple, and ending in royal blue. The colours were mirrored in a thinner line beneath his eyes. He was wearing a pink lace shirt with almost all the buttons undone, tucked into slim fitting leather trousers, with military boots finishing off the look.
Callum’s breath caught in his throat. He must have looked Dylan up and down a dozen times before he finally found his voice.
“You look amazing.”
Dylan did a little curtsey. “You don’t look so shabby yourself.”
Callum knew he was massively underdressed in comparison. He’d opted for a black shirt and black jeans. Understated was his style, flamboyant was Dylan’s.
