CHAPTER 5
Coger / Catch
1. (verb, literal) - to catch or grab
2. (verb, slang) - to have sex
"Be still for me," Dylan whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Ashton's leaking cock, then licked his lips. Tenderly, he tongued at the crown, swirling around and over the slit before taking the entire head into his mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Ashton sighed, his head dropping as Dylan sucked him gently.
Dylan's own cock ached, and he reached down to press his palm hard against it, rubbing himself through his jeans as he worked.
Above him, Ashton moaned louder as Dylan began to get into it. Taking his cock deeper until he was bobbing up and down, he let himself just drool along Ashton's delicious length, enjoying every inch he could get. What he couldn't fit in his mouth Dylan worked with his hand; Ashton's cock so hard and heavy and alive in his palm.
Forget that stupid game with the closets —thiswas Dylan’s idea of heaven. It was hot as fuck sucking any guy's cock, but the way Ashton's hands clutched at Dylan, holding on for dear life? It didn't matter that Ashton said he was straight. His cockwas as hard as his panting. All those sounds he was making, that thready little whine he made when he was moaning Dylan's name?
Fucking irresistible.
"I'm gonna— " Ashton gasped.
Dylan pulled off him, hand slowing until it was little more than a harsh grip.
"Oh hell no, mi fresa," he growled as he eyed Ashton warningly, ignoring the rasp in his own voice. "I'm just getting started with you."
Licking his lips, Ashton's throat bobbed as he watched Dylan.
Ah, you like that, huh?
"Spread your legs," Dylan ordered.
Ashton frowned.
"Do you trust me?" Dylan asked him.
Risky, he knew. Ashton had no real reason to trust him. And yet — though he hesitated a moment — Ashton did as Dylan instructed; planting his feet as wide as the pants bunched at his knees would allow.
"W-what are you going to do?" Ashton asked, his voice shaky.
"Whatever I like," Dylan informed him, his own voice rough with desire; stoked even higher at such a sign of Ashton's willingness, his obedience. "Unless you use your safe word. Remember what it is?"
"Y-yes," Ashton nodded slowly; his eyes wild, his body trembling.
"Good. Now relax." Taking Ashton back into his mouth, Dylan absently wondered if he'd use it.
How far was he willing to go? How far would he let Dylan press? Dylan was burning up with the need to find out.
Smoothing his hand up the inside of Ashton's thigh, soft hair slid under Dylan's palm as he sought his goal. Ashton gasped, fingers flexing on Dylan's shoulders as he lightly cupped and toyed with Ashton's balls, but that was only the start. Back, back, back behind them he moved. Slowly, giving Ashton time to tap out if he needed.
Keeping everything nice and gentle, Dylan sucked and teased at Ashton's cock; just enough to distract, to keep him suspended in anticipation — instead of falling into anxiety, overthinking it all again.
Hardly had Dylan slid his knuckle between Ashton's thighs did the man above him gasp, a sound that quickly turned into a delightfully high-pitched whimper as Dylan began to stroke his perineum with purpose.
"Feel that?" he whispered, catching sight of Ashton's furious nod from the corner of his eye. "That's your prostate. You ever had anyone play with it before?"
"Nnnnn—!" was Ashton's answer as Dylan returned to his business, smiling around Aston's cock as he worked his strawberry over with mouth and hand and tongue.
And holy mother of God, thesoundsthis man could make — oh. Each moan, each gasp, each little ragged whine? It was sweet, sweet music to Dylan's ears.
