Ashton moaned, a wretched, choked-off little thing; low and deep, as if it had been dredged up from his toes.
With a sigh, Dylan dropped his hand from Ashton's pants, stepping —
"Wait!" Ashton hissed, hands fisting in Dylan's shirt, keeping him close. "I — I want… "
"Forget want. What do youneed, Ashton?" Dylan murmured, holding very, very still. Speared by the storm he could see swirling in Ashton's gaze; need and want and worry and fear all chasing each other round and round.
"You," Ashton whispered, so low it was barely a sound.
Dylan swallowed hard, not moving an inch.
"You sure?" he asked softly.
"Y-yeah," Ashton said. "I — I need…"
He pressed his lips tight, frustrated; as if he couldn't even bring himself to say it.
Thinking fast, Dylan made a decision.
"You need a safe word," he supplied, filling in Ashton's blanks.
"What?" Ashton's eyes went hilariously wide. "As in — Uphere?You can't tie me up!"
"Oh, don't tempt me, fresa. I might take it as a challenge," Dylan chuckled. "Safe word isn't about kink, it's about control. And you seem like a guy in desperate need of some control right now. So I'm going to let you have it; just a little, don't let it go toyour head. But you give me a word. And when I hear it, this all shuts down, understand?Youcan shut it down — at any time, for any reason."
"It's… I'm fine," Ashton said, shaking his head, and uh,no?That was not going to work.
"But I'm not," Dylan told him. "You've obviously got something you're struggling against. That's alright, but it's not my problem. Whatismy problem is all thesecan'ts, won'ts, don'ts— anything that sounds like anoorstop?I'm the kind of guy that likes to be all in, and¡Ay Dios mío!but there's so much I'd love to do to your bobo little ass. It kills the mood for me, not being able to tell if you're serious. So: pick a serious word. One you'll remember, and won't accidentally shout out while I'm busy blowing your mind."
"Uh…byline?"
"Alright, byline it is. Mine's Beethoven."
"Beethoven?Why?"
"Who's gonna say Beethoven during sex?" Dylan shrugged. "Safe words don't have to come with a story. In fact, it's probably better if they don't. The point is, I say it, you have to stop — right?"
"Sure, I guess…"
"No guessing," Dylan warned him. "This is about being clear.So?"
"You say Beethoven, I stop," Ashton repeated. "Got it. So, uh… what now? Because I — I don't think I'm, um… that I'm ready for all the things you… uh, said."
"Mmm, me neither," Dylan murmured, watching Ashton carefully as he found the zipper to Ashton's pants again, slowly sliding it down. "Want you in a bed, for one. If I'm taking yourcock, I believe I'd like to ride you. If you're taking me, then I'd want to take my time."
He shoved his hand inside Ashton's open fly, thrilling at Ashton's soft gasp, the little thrusts, the way he gripped and kneaded at Dylan's shoulders as if he couldn't figure out what to do with his hands. And oh, the warmth and firmness of him as Dylan palmed Ashton's cock through the thin cotton of his briefs?
Gently, gently now. Dylan didn't want to risk bruising his strawberry, to scare him off again.
"Shouldn't rush it, your first time,” Dylan told him, dragging the backs of his knuckles along Ashton’s shaft. “Take a few weeks, train you up on some toys… Do it right, y'know? Have you so wound up and needy, begging me to fill you up with cock. But I wouldn't, not until you’re nice and ready. Even then, I'd go slow with you, Ashton. Be so careful, make it good. Gotta have you coming back to me, just me."
And God — the way he was holding onto Dylan so tightly now, the sounds Ashton was making? That was damn near a sob, Dylan was sure of it.
Oh.
"They don't treat you right, do they?" Dylan murmured, taking a guess. "Whoever you've been seeing; they don't give you what you need. But I will. You hear me? I'll give you everything and more. I'll take care of you, Ashton; I will."
Slipping his hand under the elastic waistband of Ashton's briefs, Dylan wrapped his fingers around Ashton's cock; thrilling at the girth and heft of it, the length. Oh, this fool was full of surprises, wasn't he?
