He moved closer again, lowering himself with intent, letting his tongue take over the work on Dylan's asshole.
At the same time, almost instinctively, his hand slid forward, wrapping around Dylan's already hard dick. It was warm, heavy in his grip, and he began to stroke it slowly at first, then with a more deliberate rhythm.
Dylan's moans filled the room almost immediately.
They weren't restrained as they came out freely, like a favorite song Sebastian had been starved of hearing.
He loved it. Loved how constant it was, how it didn't break, how every sound was proof that he was the one making Dylan feel this way.
"Hmmm…" Dylan moaned into the sheets, his voice muffled, breath uneven.
His body trembled slightly as the pleasure built too fast, his fingers clutching at the fabric beneath him.
He could feel himself getting close.
