Holy-fucking-shit that bar fic. I wanna grind on Dylan's d in a dive bar! I need more. PART 2 PLS.
He got you feelin' some type of way, huh?
Oh right. He's sinfully good at that shit, huh? I would like to be ground into dust by this man, so I feel you. Trust.
Thank you, anon! I'm glad you liked it! There seems to be some pretty obvious demand for "more", so we'll see? I think we all know where that shit was going though, right? They gon' get it in. All giggly and tipsy, pressed to the wall in the hallway outside his apartment, he can't even get the keys in the lock because he's too interested in figuring out how to unlock YOU....
Yeah, I could probably write that part 2 ;)
Anon is referring to a prompt turned fic that I wrote called 'Another Round' <3