talk me down

I’m just unnaturally tall, I’ll try to sit down around you as much as possible.  [Julien teased the younger man, bumping their shoulders together.]  I went to New York a few times, loved it there.  Considered moving, but it was a bit out of my price range at the time.

Nah, you don't have to do that, I'll stand on my toes. [Gus giggled softly.] It's really lovely there. The only way I was able to afford living there during college was cause I had a fairly rich boyfriend.

Dylan groaned, tilting his head back at the tug. He lunged forward, kissing him firmly and running his hand through Gus’ hair.

Gus kissed him back hard, groaning softly. He rocked his hips against Dylan's in the hopes of making the other male more turned on.

Okay so what does a guy gotta do...

[J.J. snorts.] The actual money is the smaller part of the problem. I mean yeah I’m being money conscious, but it’s more the how do you know they really are willing? I mean the assets are brought here like kidnapping style right?

Yeah, for the most part. I mean-- I was. Some are brought here as punishment. I guess you know they're willing if they offer themselves up? I dunno. Depends on the asset I guess.

Dylan smirked, kissing to the boy’s shoulder before moving down his chest. He flicked his tongue against a nipple before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging on it.

"Dy-Dylaaann," Gus whined softly as he felt the other's mouth on his nipple. He tangled his hands up in his hair and tugged on it a bit hard. 

Find an asset that's horny but already claimed? Or find a master who wants sex? I dunno, man. 

Dylan kissed along his jaw, pulling back briefly to get his shirt over his head. He ran a hand under the boy’s shirt, running along his chest.

Gus whimpered softly, loving the feeling of Dylan's hands on his skin. He pulled off his shirt as fast as he could, tossing it to the side. He leaned in and kissed Dylan eagerly but still sweetly. 

Dylan ground his hips against him, grazing his teeth against his throat.

Gus moaned softly, leaning his head to the side so Dylan could reach more of his neck. His hands busied themselves with pulling off Dylan's shirt without having to pull away for too long.

Really?  Oh, I bet you just love that.  [Julien chuckled, setting Gus down and sitting on the couch.]  Nah, I’ve seen shorter, you’re really not that bad.  [He patted the cushion next to him.]  I’m from Detroit.  What about you?

Oh, yeah, it's great. [Gus rolled his eyes, laughing a bit.] Really? That's a relief. [He sat down next to Julien, turning so that he could face him.] I'm from New York City. Well, that's where I lived for the part of my life that I remember better at least.

"You’re good to kiss," he hummed with a little grin, kissing down his throat.

"Good to know," Gus gasped softly as Dylan kissed down his throat. "Fu-Fuck, that feels good..."

Dylan kissed him back, moving to hold the boy against the wall.

Gus hummed softly, kissing him slowly and sweetly before pulling back. "You're a good kisser, Dylan..."