"Dylan, p-please," Ashton panted.
Dylan looked up. Ashton was flushed and sweating, his cock rock hard, his belly trembling. Shame he was always wearing those stupid polo shirts of his. Like this, he was a sight, positively made to be worshiped. Long and lithe, Ashton was carved like a runner. Not always Dylan’s thing, but right nowit was working for him, especially with the way Ashton kept flexing as he begged Dylan for more.
"Please what?" Dylan asked, grinning, not letting up on Ashton even an inch.
"You know what," Ashton groaned, shifting his legs wider oh-so-invitingly.
"Mmm. ¿Cómo dices? No te escuché,“ Dylan teased, as if he wasn’t listening intently to Ashton’s every sound.
"J-just do it," Ashton growled, wriggling his hips back as if he would try impaling himself onto Dylan's fingers. "L-like you said. Please.Please."
Dylan grinned and checked his nails, spitting on his finger before sliding it up, up, up and around Ashton's hole.
Ashton groaned, pressing back.
"You sure?"
Ashton nodded. "Yes. God, please."
Spitting on his finger again for good measure, Dylan slowly — so slowly, watching Ashton's face the whole time — pressed past Ashton's rim, mesmerized by the way Ashton's body trembled and clenched as Dylan pushed deeper inside.
"You look so fucking sexy right now," Dylan told him, pulling out and then back in, gently testing his strawberry.
Ashton whined, his hips thrusting in search of something to really fuck, and Dylan cursed not having any lube on him to give Ashton more than this.
Next time. Next time. Oh dear God, please let there be a next time.
"Relax for me, Papi," Dylan whispered, working Ashton open with what he had, teasing the tight band of muscle and teaching it what to expect. "How's it feel?"
"Feels good," Ashton said, his voice strained. "Nice, I guess. But I don't get what the buzz is about."
"Hold on," Dylan warned, pushing his way a little deeper inside, twisting his fingers to find the edge of Ashton's prostate…
"Guh!"Ashton gasped, his entire body spasming over Dylan so fast he wasn't sure if Ashton was about to fall and break Dylan's hand in the process. "W-wha…?"
But Dylan just laughed. "Buzz, buzz, mi bobocito."
And then he did it again.
"This feel good?" Dylan asked innocently. Though, really, Ashton's howling had already given him his answer.
"Y-yeah," Ashton whimpered, his body quivering as Dylan stroked his sweet spot.
"What about this?" Dylan lowered his head to suck and tongue and lick at Ashton's balls as he continued to work him from the inside with his finger.
"Fucking hell," Ashton cried, his hips practically vibrating in tiny thrusts, as if unable to decide between Dylan's hand and mouth. "Dylan! S-stop, I'm gonna come."
"That's the idea, mi bobocito. You’re going to come just like this; with me in you and around you, unable to think about anything except how good I'm making you feel," Dylan informed him, pressing just that little bit more. “Unless you use your safe word, this ass of yours ismine— you got that?”
Ashton moaned.
"Who does this ass belong to, Ashton?"
"You, dammit, you!" Ashton groaned, rocking himself deeper onto Dylan's finger.
"Ay, that's right," Dylan said, swallowing him down again. He rubbed Ashton's prostate from the inside, massaging Ashton's perineum with his thumb. His other hand he used to cradle Ashton's balls; enjoying their heft, the velvety soft skin.
It didn't take long at all before Ashton cried out, his hips jerking as his body trembled, spilling over Dylan's tongue and down his throat.
