#inter: dylan

DYLAN

Dylan put the beers in the fridge and laughed at how empty his kitchen looked without the cabinets. His demo job with Georgia went well and the wooden corpses that used to be the old beat up cabinets chilled in a large dumpster in his driveway. The guys were due to deliver and install the new ones in the morning, which would surprise the shit out of Lill Monday afternoon. He pulled a bottle from the box and closed the door. Dylan popped the cap with his opener on his keys and went to the living room. His body ached something fierce and he remembered he had to get a the bake ware stuff for Rufus. He hoped he wouldn’t mind using the card table that was currently in the middle of his mostly empty kitchen.

RUFUS

Rufus did say he was going to be there at nine sharp; but he waited an extra twenty minutes just to be safe. He honestly wasn't sure if he was nervous about meeting Dylan's daughter or if he was nervous that Dylan would be nervous. Still, he did wait. But it was with a grin that he grabbed the grocery bag from the passenger seat and made his way over to Dylan's place; knocking cheerily on his front door.

DYLAN

Dylan laid on the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table. Some episode of The Nanny was on and he had to wonder if he’d ever date someone who sounded like her. As he went to the door he gave it a tug and smiled. “It’s the man of the hour.” He went ahead and took hold of the bag. “Giving you a warning. The kitchen is a mess. You can still dazzle me with your pizza but you’ll have to prep it on a table. I no longer have cabinets.”

RUFUS

Rufus handed it over as he followed him inside, raising an eyebrow at the older man. "What happened to your cabinets?" He asked, slightly amused. "I was going to say that it can't be worse off than my kitchen; we're three sharing it... but we do have cabinets still, so..."

DYLAN

“It was time for a facelift and Lowe’s has this sale for the weekend. That way when Lills gets back from her lake trip she’ll see I did something productive and not sit around and watch sports, drink and gripe about the neighbors trying to one up everything I do.” It was a constant battle between him and his next door neighbor. Their latest feud concerned their landscaping skills. He hated he become one of those guys. “I’ll show you what it looks Ike now.” He said but paused. “Though,” Dylan leaned in and gave Rufus a kiss on the lips. It still threw him off he’d been fucking around with a guy thirteen years his junior but he liked him and they had fun hanging out and talking.

RUFUS

"Oooh, gotcha," Rufus nodded before chuckling softly; he had already heard quite a bit about the neighbor from hell through their month of dating. A little surprised, he smiled into the kiss as he kissed back; softly, but passionately after being reminded that they didn't have to sneak around in the same way; there was no Lillian about to get home. It still baffled him that Dylan kept wanting to see him; uncertain what he could possibly bring to the table other than being a fun fling. But even if that was it, he didn't really mind - he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

DYLAN

As their lips parted Dylan gave Rufus a quick pat on the ass before he headed down the small hallway and turned into the kitchen. “I think a Bless this Mess sign would be perfect right about now.” He set the bag on the card table and looked inside. “Hope you don’t mind me watching a master at work. I can barely handle frozen pizzas.”

RUFUS

He smirked, following him into the kitchen. "It looks like Daredevil fought some bad men in here. Nice of him to leave us the table." He stopped next to him, reaching over to grab the pre-made pizza dough. He would've done it from scratch but it took time, and with a good amount of kneading and the right toppings, it was almost as good. "I don't mind being watched," He said, glancing up at him with a playful look before starting to unpack.

DYLAN

Dylan went to lean on a counter, force of habit, but there was nothing to lean on. Instead he brought a chair away from the table and laid his hands in the back of it. “I’ve seen that show in my recommendation list but haven’t watched it.” He admitted. “Guess it’s a good one?” Dylan picked up the container of premade dough. “I never knew this existed. “ it was probably with the cookies and biscuits section. Dylan smirked and looked at Rufus after he lowered the container to the table. “Then I guess that’s a good thing. I intend to keep close by.”

RUFUS

"It's a really good show," Rufus said, before turning to look at Dylan with the dough. "Oh, yeah. It's great. You just roll it out and it's ready for toppings. Uh, about that, I usually go with mushrooms on my Hawaiian. Are you, uh, up for that?" He asked, slightly distracted by the smirk on Dylan's face. He was hot, yes, but at the same time, strangely cute.

DYLAN

The mushrooms revelation caused Dylan to look at Rufus before chuckling. “How did you come across that discovery?” He had to ask instead of dismissing. “Go ahead and put it on there. I’m an adventurous guy.” He rocked the chair back and watched Rufus go about his work.

RUFUS

"I like mushrooms, I like Hawaiian pizza and I like pizza with mushrooms, so I figured.... yeah," He explained with a shrug. "You truly are. I like it. Mushrooms it is." With everything unpacked, he put away the dough in order to turn around to get a cutting board, hesitating mid-movement as he realised that 1) he wasn't at home and 2) Dylan had no cabinets or counters and even if he had, he wouldn't have known where to look. "Uh, do you have a cutting board?"

DYLAN

Dylan was in the middle of looking at a corner in his kitchen that had some drawing on it. He bought this house a few years back and the people who he got it from were as old as dirt. Must be something one of their kids did fifty or sixty years ago. “Yeah. It’s in a box in the garage.” He went to the door. “You can come with me and grab anything else you might need.” He offered.

RUFUS

"What's that?" Rufus asked, peeking over his shoulder before grinning wide. "That's either just really sweet pieces of history, or some kind of satanic spell. Keep me updated if you get possessed by something," He teased as he followed him towards the garage.

DYLAN

He looked back at the drawings and laughed. If I uncovered some sick portal to hell I’m going to be so pissed at my realtor.” He said and went down the steps and headed towards the detached garage. There was still a lot of boxes in there, mostly of things that either reminded him of his wife or her actual belongings. He couldn’t get himself to part with them. The boxes toward the front container everything kitchen. “Alright. Dig in.” He waved a hand at it all after he opened the door.

RUFUS

"I think that be fair," he laughed softly, following along. He glanced around, although quickly looked away again as he discovered a few boxes with a woman's name on it. He'd never asked about Lillian's mother, wether they were divorced, or if he was 100% a single parent, or.... well, yeah. He wasn't sure how to bring it up, because he worried it'd make Dylan feel like he usually did if people discovered he wasn't actually adopted at birth, but at the age of ten. They had so many questions, and he had too many memories to remember. "Thanks," He murmured, leaning down to open a box, looking around for a few seconds before moving on to the next.

DYLAN

Dylan remembered a conversation he had with Santana about putting this stuff away but he knew he needed to be rid of it. Thing was he didn’t want Lillian to lose a chance to see what her mom was into. She liked some of the jewelry and pictures but she was too young to really get a feel for the books and records. “I’m not looking forward to putting all this kitchen junk up. My arms are feeling the work I did this morning and afternoon.”

RUFUS

"You? You look like an Irish Thor," Rufus scoffed playfully as he tried to force the cutting board out of the box from under all the kitchen knick knacks on top of it. "But if you really need help, I'll help. I'm all weak limbs, but I can carry... bowls."

DYLAN

Dylan laughed and went to the tools side of his garage. He picked up one of the two sledge hammers and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Think I can pull that look off. Not the long hair but I’ve got a good build.” He grinned and winked at Rufus. His arms didn’t like that bit of weight on them and set it back down. “Good. I’ll handle the tea cups.” He laughed and went behind Dylan and hugged him. “Thanks for the offer.”

RUFUS

Rufus laughed loudly, as amused as he was turned on. The t-shirt could go too, though. "I don't know, I think you might look cute," He mused, almost dropping the cutting board in surprise when he felt Dylan wrap his arms around but. But almost instantly, he relaxed, even pressing back gently into his touch. "Of course."

DYLAN

They were still at the early stages of dating and Dylan didn’t know if this would turn into something serious or keep at the level their at now but he liked this, the place they are now. He kissed Rufus’ shoulder and then neck while his hand pushed across his stomach. “But I’ll be happy to have you here no matter if you help carry bowls or just admire my new kitchen.”

RUFUS

This whole thing scared Rufus a little, because he knew that it would have to be a fling or something serious. It wasn't necessarily for himself he was afraid, because ironically, he was - even with Dylan, an actual dad with a lot more riding on this in some ways - afraid that he would be left behind. It always felt silly, but it felt even more ridiculous with Dylan. But at the same time, it was terrifying to think that maybe, just maybe, if they both wanted it, then he could probably depend on Dylan's loyal support. He blushed a little, realising he was in his head again; brought back by the kiss on his neck. Fuck it. It wasn't important to think about what they would or would not become; what was important was not wasting so much time not kissing Dylan. He turned around, still holding the cutting board in one hand as he kissed him hard.

DYLAN

The board pressed between their bodies and Dylan reached down, in mid lip lock, and tugged it away before dropped it back onto the pile. It caused something in the box to clatter over but he wasn’t paying any attention to that. They’ve kissed on a couple of their dates but hadn’t pushed for much more. A lot of it was on Dylan inexperience with guys and he knew there was stuff going through Rufus’ head. Dylan’s strong arms wrapped around him and he pulled him close before lifting Rufus up with ease. He brought him against the side of the garage that didn’t have crap on hit and pressed eagerly against him.

RUFUS

Rufus reached up to run his fingers through Dylan's hair, giving it just a slight tug as he kept kissing him - his date was an even better kisser than he looked, which was honestly saying a lot, and it made him tingly every time they kissed like he'd never get used to just how good it was - letting himself be carried as he leaned back just slightly before kissing down towards Dylan's neck.

DYLAN

The pizza plan had been placed on the back burner and Dylan smirked at the way Rufus got into this little maneuver he did. He moved just enough to give him as much access to his neck as possible; glad he went with that one cologne because he smelled incredible. Dylan waited for Rufus to return back up before he turned to look at him. “Thinking about how we haven’t done much outside of kissing...” Dylan pressed his body more into him and wished to be out of these clothes.

RUFUS

"Yeah?" He asked, breath heavy as he pressed back against him. Dylan had seemed to want to take it slow, which was all right, he liked kissing a lot, but as the other man implied he was maybe ready for more, Rufus felt the words to straight to his groin.

DYLAN

He nodded. “I’ve got some ideas of what I’d like to do. Things to show that as much as I like when we kiss I wouldn’t be against adding something more.” He breathed hard when Rufus pushed against him, causing the man to lick his lips before kissing him again.

RUFUS

"I'm very okay with that," Rufus said before kissing back eagerly, his hands still in Dylan's hair.

DYLAN

The garage wasn’t the place he had in mind when he thought of bringing this up to Rufus. In reality they could do this anywhere, just not in front of his dead wife’s things. Dylan lowered Rufus and kissed him one last time, going in for a deep kiss that left him wanting more. “Let’s head back inside,” he said and stepped back. Dylan knew there was a noticeable bulge that Rufus will probably see. Oh well.

RUFUS

It took a moment to realise he was talking; or rather, that there was not only a very attractive voice, but words to it. He blushed slightly as he too leaned back after that deep kiss, almost wanting to whine for it to continue. But he agreed that the garage was probably not the best place for this. Swallowing hard, he nodded as he ran a hand over his short hair. It was hard not to smirk when he saw the obvious bulge in Dylan's pants - not that he hadn't felt it - which both excited him and relieved him as he knew he had one to match. "Yeah, okay."

DYLAN

Dylan wasn’t a celibate man since his wife’s death eleven years ago but there was a time when he didn’t do much with people and just focused on Lillian. Over the last few months he put himself in the dating game and came across Rufus. He was much younger than the usual people he went out with but he liked the guy. Dylan started to walk out and looked over his shoulder. Guess we’ll come back out here to grab those things you needed.” He joked as he went towards the main house.

RUFUS

Rufus let out a breathy laugh as he nodded in agreement, glancing back at the cutting board briefly before stepping into the kitchen. He felt a little bad; Dylan had seemed genuinely interested in pizza, but he was hoping there was no reason he couldn't finish it later. Or another day.

DYLAN

If the counters were still there Dylan would have made the kitchen their first stop but it was looked bare and sad, except for the appliances. Thank God that wasn't to last for much longer. Dylan's large hand took hold of Rufus' and he steered him to the living room. It was a cozy space, where he spent most of his time. He collapsed on the sofa and pulled him to come along. "There." he said as he partway laid there. "Better."

RUFUS

Rufus just followed, trying to be patient despite only wanting to get his hands on his date again. He smirked down at Dylan as he laid down, playfully falling on top of him. "A lot better," He murmured, his hands sliding under Dylan's t-shirt as he traced kisses from his neck to his lips.

DYLAN

Before, when Rufus was over, they'd only reach a certain point and let it stop there. It was mostly on Dylan because he wanted to go a certain pace with Rufus but there was something about him tonight that he couldn't get enough of. He felt his hands on his skin and it caused him to smirk into their kiss. He wasn't going to let this guy have all the fun and brought his hands underneath his shirt and pushed his rough hands up his bare back.

RUFUS

They had done a lot of kissing since they started dating; but it hadn't been much more than that. Rufus hadn't wanted to ask why - wether it was a general thing or a dude thing - because he figured that if and when Dylan wanted to talk about it, he would. Perhaps that's why he felt a bit surprised at this, but he didn't really have a chance to think about it much. He swallowed hard into the kiss when he felt Dylan's hands on his back, pushing his crotch down against Dylan's still obvious bulge with a shaky moan.

DYLAN

The added pressure on him, mixed with the push from Rufus had Dylan letting out a low moan of his own. It wasn't expected but it felt good and he arched his fingers on the man's back before he brought his large hands to cup his ass and pulled him harder against him. Was there a stopping point tonight? Dylan wasn't sure and thought to let things unfold on their own and if they wound up fucking on this sofa...well....that would be pretty damn fantastic. His teeth grazed the side of Rufus' jawline and he dragged his bearded face back to his lips, tugging him once more against him. "Fuck..." he whispered before he chuckled. "You feel good on me like this."

RUFUS

Rufus let out a breathy noise - somewhere in between a moan and a whimper - as he tilted his head slightly to allow the other man more access. The feeling of his teeth against his jaw went straight to his groin, and he couldn't help but continue to grind down against him. "You feel so good too," he murmured, placing his hand on Dylan's zipper as he glanced down at him, silently asking for permission. As much as he wanted it, he wanted to make sure the pace was right for Dylan.

DYLAN

Dylan felt the light touch on his groin and he glanced down. It wasn’t the first time he’s messed around with a guy but that other time he was too drunk to really remember much. “Go for it.” He gave Rufus the go ahead. He wanted to push things with him and this was a good place to start.

RUFUS

Rufus gave him a small nod, fingers quickly working the button and zipper of his jeans. He reached down to kiss him again while pulling his jeans off enough to let him slide a hand into his underwear. "Fuck...," he murmured as his hand wrapped around Dylan's cock, both proud and excited to be the reason Dylan was this turned on too.

DYLAN

Dylan’s jean rested around his thighs but he didn’t think much about this because he was too preoccupied with Rufus’ hand on him. Since the garage he’d been sporting a serious erection and now that it was being touched by the man who made it happen, it caused Dylan to breathe out a small sigh before looking at him with a crooked grin. “Yeah. That happens sometimes.” He joked and leaned up enough to kiss his mouth.

RUFUS

He chuckled softly at the other's words, kissing him passionately as he started to move his hand; adopting a teasingly slow rythm as he stroked him.

DYLAN

A handjob while getting kissed like this was a nice perk and Dylan dropped a booted foot to the floor to give Rufus more space to get comfortable in. He breathed steadily through his nose while they kissed and Dylan enjoyed Rufus’ stoke technique. Not too hurried or rough. Or sloppy. Nothing killed his hardon faster than someone who didn’t know what they were doing. His hand went to the back of his head and he kept his face close to his, not ready for their lips to part just yet.

RUFUS

Rufus kissed back, neither gentle or rough as he tried to ignore the throbbing from his own crotch. Just the thought of Dylan's hands on him made him swoon. "You're going to feel so good," he murmured into the kiss, stroking him a little bit faster.

DYLAN

An unsteady breath left his lips and Dylan groaned lowly. He wasn’t the type of man who kept quiet and the more Rufus touched him the more noises he made. His hands went down the man’s body and he pulled at his shirt to get it off. At least he remembered to close the blinds when it got dark or the neighbors would be getting a hell of a show in a short while.

RUFUS

He reculantly pulled his hand back to help get his shirt off, throwing it on the floor as soon as it was off, pressing a kiss to Dylan's lips as his hands started fumbling with the zipper of his own jeans.

DYLAN

Things picked up and Dylan’s hands went to the newly exposed skin. He dragged his palms up and admired the man’s body with touch alone while they kissed. He could feel Rufus’ hand work on his pants, the sensation from his briefs touches along his bare shaft fleeting, yet exciting. They were actually doing this and he suddenly felt they were going too slow. He brought his hands around and helped the other get his pants undone and pushed them down.

RUFUS

Rufus broke the kiss to reach down and pull both their jeans off completely; finding them too restricting. He ran his hands over Dylan's stomach and chest, trying to keep himself from rutting his crotch against his.

DYLAN

Dylan was the only one still wearing clothing by this point and before Rufus got comfortable with him again he leaned up just enough to grab hold of his shirt and peel it off his body. Thank God his kid was gone for the weekend because he didn't want to even think about rushing this. He laid back and enjoyed the feel of the man's hands on his stomach and chest, his own moving upwards Rufus' body as well. When he admired his lean, toned body he pressed his hand against the back of his neck and brought him back down again, this time their bodies rubbed against each other without clothing getting in the way.

RUFUS

He moaned softly, his hands exploring Dylan's body as they kissed; enjoying the way their bodies moved together, how good the other man felt against him.

DYLAN

Dylan’s hand went between there bodies and he slid his palm on the underside of Rufus’ cock, doing the a few times before he took hold of it. With their closeness his own knuckles skimmed his own and Dylan’s soft breaths deepened at the sensation, everything sensitive and in need of more.

RUFUS

Rufus swallowed hard, instinctively thrusting into Dylan's hand. He blushed slightly at how much he wanted it - wanted Dylan - but shifted focus to kissing down the other's neck; teeth grazing against his skin as he sucked hard, knowing well it would leave a mark.

DYLAN

There was that sensation on his neck that he hadn’t felt in awhile, most people careful with the way they sucked and Dylan loved it but he also didn’t want to have his kid and all his classes asking him about a hickey. “Whoa there,” he breathed out and placed a hand on Rufus’ shoulder. “Try to keep the hickies where I can hide them. Remember I teach in a high school.” He laughed.

RUFUS

"Sorry," Rufus flashed him a grin; clearly not very sorry. He kissed his lips, hands gently rubbing his chest. He trailed kisses up towards his ear, placing a gentle kiss below it as he whispered," I just really need you to fuck me right now."

DYLAN

These words went straight to his groin, as if Rufus had taken him in his mouth instead of speaking into his ear. Dylan’s hand gripped Rufus’ bicep and he pulled back to look at him but he didn’t need much in the way of confirmation to know this was about to go down. He sat up slowly and said, “Wait here.” Dylan pressed a searing kiss to his lips and slid from underneath him, kicking the last of his clothes that was still wrapped around an ankle. He went to his bathroom and pulled a open a drawer, pushing things around until he found where he kept his condoms and lube. His kid was at an age where she could find his shit and he didn’t want her learning about this yet. After he sheathed himself, tossing the wrapper in the mirror, Dylan stopped to look at himself and fuck, those extra hours at the gym paid off because he looked good. Damn good. He returned to the living room and beamed. “Assume the position,” he joked as he set the lube on the sofa.

RUFUS

Rufus pouted playfully as Dylan got up from the sofa, and left the room. He ran a hand down his stomach, stopping just below his waist before lazily stroking himself as he waited. As Dylan returned, he reculantly pulled his hand away as he let out a breathy chuckle. "Nerd," He teased, pulling the other man down into the sofa before crawling up in his lap. He had a feeling Dylan hadn't done this too many times before, and figured it would be easiest if he could guide him right if needed.

DYLAN

Dylan didn’t complain one bit when Rufus brought him down and after they kissed he teased, hands in the man’s bare waist while he felt his shaft trail down his stomach, “You’re a rough one.” He grinned and kissed his chest. “Tell me, how long have you wanted this?”

RUFUS

Rufus laughed a litte at that, a sudden blush on his cheeks. "A while," he admitted. "But I didn't want... didn't wanna rush you."

DYLAN

“I appreciate that...” he said, sincere and with a smile. “I don’t know what got into me tonight but you coming over to cook and being here with me must have had something to do with it. Drove me a little wild.” He pushed his hands around and gripped his ass again. “What do you have in mind to do next?”

RUFUS

"I like it," Rufus said, kissing him softly. "I really did mean what I said," he smirked before reaching over to grab the lube; coating two fingers as he bit his lip, gently pushing them against his entrance. He let out a shaky whimper as he started to move his fingers, his free hand on Dylan's chest in support.

DYLAN

Dylan couldn’t see what Rufus was doing but he pieced it together as soon as he noticed Rufus’ breathing changed. He moved his hands up the man’s body and watched the way he breathed and moved. When he reached his eyes he smiled at him and asked. “I can do that for you...” He offered. He wasn’t completely oblivious but he appreciated this step he took to help ease him into it.

RUFUS

"Please," Rufus replied softly, wanting nothing more than Dylan's touch, all of it, as much as possible, now.

DYLAN

That please did something to him, very much like when Rufus asked him to fuck him. Dylan reached up and kissed his lips and reached for the lube. He coated his fingers with a liberal amount and moved his fingers to skim down Rufus’ ass. He felt along the crack and slipped his fingers between them; not stopping until he found the spot he wanted and rubbed it gently before applying the right amount of pressure before sliding his fingertip in, going until he was completely in. It felt warm and tight and soon us finger pumped inside of Rufus before he pushed the second one in.

RUFUS

Rufus let out a shaky breath as he felt Dylan's finger push in him, his fingers gripping his shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. "Fu-fuck.."

DYLAN

There wasn’t worry about his ability to do this, but the newness of it made Dylan extra attentive to everything. A hand gripped firmly on Rufus’ cheek while his fingers kept with their exploration; pushing and pulling away. A slow pace, but he wanted him to ready for his cock. Dylan, flushed and turned on, said, “Move over to the arm of the sofa.”

RUFUS

"Yes, sir," Rufus said playfully as he shuffled around eagerly, mourning the loss of Dylan's fingers, but at the mere thought of what was about to replace, he was already leaking pre-cum, a few dribbles on his lower stomach as he rested against the arm of the sofa.

DYLAN

To say Dylan was experienced when it comes to this would be an overstatement because this was mostly new to him. He’d lived secretly with the fact he found many men attractive and the few he did go out with were mostly kept to blowjobs. He moved to Rufus and smoothed his hands over the man’s smooth, warm cheeks and he pushed the lube to the side with his knee before lowering his face to the crack of his ass. Dylan spread them apart, gentle with this, and laid the flat of his tongue against the man’s hot, puckered hole. This was a first for him to do this to a man and it exhilarated him.

RUFUS

Rufus gasped at the wet warmth - not expecting that - as his fingers gripped the pillow on the side of the sofa. Dylan was definitely full of surprises, but he didn't mind it one bit.

DYLAN

He didn’t hear the gasp but if he had it probably would have made him smile. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do exactly and he could feel the slickness from the lube coat his mouth but he kept tonguing his hole, pushing as much as he could but he pulled away and added more lube to his fingers and then his cock. Dylan pushed his fingers into him again and watched as they disappeared. Dylan did this repeatedly and listened for Rufus’s noises. “Are you ready for me?”

RUFUS

Rufus let out a string of moans, just relishing in how fucking good he felt, how fucking good Dylan's tongue felt. A whine slipped his lips before he could stop it when he felt the other pull back, and leaned into his touch when it returned. "Yes," he said, his voice heavy with want. "Please, just... fuck me."

DYLAN

His foot was on the sofa cushion while the other on the floor. Dylan’s hands moved and to Rufus’ sides and he shifted him to be where he wanted him. Dylan’s eyes when to his engorged cock, which at this point was aching for what was to come. His hand slid to his shaft and he moved closer; centering his tip to rub against the man’s hole. He pushed forward, still holding onto himself as he felt himself enter inch by inch. Dylan let loose a low groan as he kept pushing himself into Rufus. It wasn’t until he was halfway in that he gripped his hips and pulled himself out but only to push forward again until he as completely in. “Holy shit...” he said underneath his breath. He was so tight and hot, a new sensation completely.

RUFUS

Rufus inhaled sharply, fingers digging into the sofa as he adjusted to Dylan's cock; he knew he was tight, and the other man wasn't exactly small, and he let out a shaky sigh as Dylan thrusted into him - but it also felt good, so good. He had to bite back a prompt to get on with it - move - but he had understood tonight just how new all of this was for his date, and didn't want to rush him.

DYLAN

His fingers pressed into Rufus’ skin and Dylan’s head hung low by only because he wanted to watch as he pulled out of him, the sight one he never thought he’d see. Or experience. And fuck he knew he’d want to do this again and they only started. Dylan pushed into Rufus again and again and again. His hips rocked as he hurried things, breathing hard through his parted lips while he ran a hand up Rufus’ back and laid it there.

RUFUS

His eyes fluttered shut, his lips slightly parted as he continued to let out a string of small noises. Dylan felt so good, and he sounded so good. The mere fact that he was the one making him feel so good went straight to his groin, rubbing against the sofa with each thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good.."

DYLAN

Dylan loved to be in control of people’s pleasure and usually he’d go changing positions and getting the most out of it. He breathed out another groan before he pulled out. His cock bobbed, Dylan’s hand on his ass before a smack went to it. “We need to move this to the bedroom because I know this is going to get messy.” He chuckled, ready to get things going again.

RUFUS

The whine left his lips before he could stop it, panting softly as he let go of the sofa pillow he'd been gripping so hard; but dug into it again at the smack on his ass. He slowly got up on wobbly knees, so close to the bliss he craved but yet so far, his cock red and throbbing. "I hate you," Rufus said playfully, trying not to smirk as he added, "But I'll be a good boy and follow you to the bedroom."

DYLAN

“Damn right you will,” Dylan said as he laid his hand on Rufus’ ass against and gripped it. “My bedroom’s down the hall to the left. Run on over there and get on the bed, I’ll be right behind you.” Dylan went and grabbed the lube from the couch, glad they stopped now before he had to get someone in to clean the sofa.

RUFUS

Rufus didn't mind sometimes topping, and with that assume the role of dominance, but he was very aware of the fact that he preferred being the bottom, being the one dominated. And with Dylan, that only seemed to amplify for every new level they reached. He quickly walked down the hall; too turned on and desperate for release to bother looking around as he crawled on to the bed. He laid down on his back, fingers teasing his nipples as he fought to urge to touch himself before Dylan could join him.

DYLAN

Dylan came into the room and watched the way Rufus tweaked his nipples. This was good to know and the part of him which wanted to be gentle with him slipped away. Dylan went down and worked his way between Rufus’s legs. He took hold of one wrist, then the other until they were pinned on other sides of his head; pushing down onto the soft pillows. He lips hovered over his but he didn’t kiss him. Instead he brought his mouth to one of those nipples he played with and sucked on it hard, feeling the small nub with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it again. Dylan’s hand freed a wrist but only long enough for him to get a hold of himself before pushing into Rufus again, not going slow once he was back where he wanted to be.

RUFUS

Rufus couldn't help but smirk as he was pinned down, but quickly played along; letting out a small noise of protest before he felt the rough warmth of Dylan's mouth on his nipple. His head fell back against the pillow as he arched his back with a soft moan that dissolved into a breathy gasp.

DYLAN

Dylan’s wet lips went back to Rufus’ mouth and he pushed harder into him, his balls slapped against his ass and he groaned more as he got into it. Dylan’s hand remained around Rufus’ wrist and he raised up to move back; leaning back until he was on his knees and holding the man in such a way that spread him beautifully for him; able to watch his cock bounce against his stomach, leaving precum on his skin that glistened in the light. “Fuck. You feel so fucking tight.” His fingers bore into the skin of his thighs as he held him up, Dylan’s muscles bulging slightly with this.”

RUFUS

Rufus kissed him hard, muffling the string of noises coming out of his mouth. He'd felt good before, but that was nothing compared to this. Dylan filled him up good, enough to make him feel just how tight he was around his cock but not enough to be more than on the brink of the kind of slight pain that drove him to bliss. "Dyl-Dylan," he half-moaned, half-whimpered as he tried to arch his back in a way that would give his own cock some proper friction.

DYLAN

This was getting to him, in the most incredible way, and Dylan lowered Rufus again. He pressed searing kiss after searing kiss on the man’s warm flesh. He licked and bit along his neck and smashed their lips together while his taunt stomach enjoyed the hard press of Rufus’ dick against it. His hands returned to Rufus’ wrists and Dylan pulled his stomach away to not give him that sweet sensation of being touched. “Tell me how bad you want to touch yourself.” He looked down at their bodies, Dylan’s thrusts slowed but he kept fucking him. He had a good coat of sweat on him and he knew if he went all out he’d come so he needed to slow it some.

RUFUS

Rufus whined softly at the loss of friction, his cock leaking pre-cum as he rutted into the air, as of it would provide him with any friction at all. He licked his lips, gazing up at Dylan. "I want to touch myself so bad. I wa- fuck... want to touch myself as you fuck me. Please."

DYLAN

His fingers pressed firmly agains his wrists and Dylan grinned at him, but it didn't last long because he groaned, dropping his head for a second but rebounding from it because he was closer than he realized. Still, he didn't want to give Rufus that satisfaction yet. "Keep begging and maybe I'll let you." His voice was gruff: heavy and deep, much more than usual. He rolled his hips and slammed himself hard into Rufus, making sure that it would make that pretty cock of his bounce against his stomach.

RUFUS

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rufus moaned, his voice raspy as he was getting louder and louder; unable to hold back as he felt his whole body begging for release. But even so, he hesitated as he realised that he was just discovering the other's kinks, and he didn't want to get it wrong. Not now. "Please, sir.... I need it. So bad."

DYLAN

Dylan wasn't one who broadcasted what he was into but most people who've reached this point with him knew he liked it rough and controlled and to make the other person to unravel under him, or over as he was a fan from topping from the bottom. He made it seem that he wasn't pleased with this, encircling his hands harder around Rufus' wrists to the point where he was sure where it would be on the brink of pain but he moved a hand and guided the man's hand to his sorely neglected cock and kissed him sloppily on the mouth before he pulled away. "Tell me how good it feels to be fucked by me..." he murmured against his lips, biting the lower one before he pulled back again but this time he returned to his knees and went all out, thrusting over and over. Harder and deeper. Getting his date to feel just how incredible his cock was in his snug asshole and how he'd want him to beg for this again it the future.

RUFUS

Rufus let out a strained gasp as his fingers wrapped around his cock, his touch almost painful but so welcomed. He stroked himself with quick, sloppy strokes; the dribbles of pre-cum working as a kind of lube. "It feels so good... So fucking good," He moaned loudly, back arching as he was getting so close, the mix of well needed friction and Dylan's hard, blissful thrusts sending him so close to the edge; the rest of his praise barely coherent at all.

DYLAN

He just needed to hold out until Rufus cums, watching the man’s hand on his cock looked very hot and he loved that he was losing the ability to speak. Dylan thought about peeling the condom off and telling Rufus to finished him off, or to just do it all over his face but he’d have to see if he’d be able to hold off for that long. His thick, firm fingers remained on the underside of his thighs and Dylan’s abs looked wickedly perfect with each and every thrust. He didn’t dare slow the pace and loved how everything about this felt like a fantasy come to life.

RUFUS

"I'm.. I'm - fuck - gonna cum," Rufus whined , partly muffled as he'd tilted his head, pressing his face against the pillow beneath him. His body moved with each thrust, and the slight hint of pain only added to how overwhelmingly good he felt.

DYLAN

That whine...”Do it.” He groaned. “Cum.” If he didn’t soon then he will and he didn’t want to end their first time together with him cumming before him. More and more swears tumbled out of him and Dylan pushed his fingers in more, testing to see what Rufus’ pain threshold is and whether he gets off on it.

RUFUS

Rufus gave his cock a few last strokes, sloppy and almost desperately; his breath only hitched gasps before dissolving into a noise, half-way between a moan and a scream. As he started to cum, he reached up to grip Dylan's short hair, tugging hard as he came.

DYLAN

Dylan didn’t have much time to bask in the awesome release which came from Rufus, loving how vocal he was about it but the abrupt pull down excited him. There was pain which followed and he felt slickness between their bodies as sweat and cum coated them. As he pulled back, a hand on his chest, Dylan slid out and went to stand on the side of the bed; discarding the condom and stroking himself. “Come over here and get on your knees.”

RUFUS

He fell back, relaxing after arching his back, but kept a lazy grip of Dylan's hair. He was shaking just the slightest, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, and come down from his intense high. But the sudden feeling of loss brought him back, and he moved his head to look at the other man. As the other spoke, the confusement on his face was replaced by an eagerness; shuffling around on wobbly limbs before crawling closer to Dylan. He licked his lips, unable to stop himself from reaching over to suck softly on the tip of his cock.

DYLAN

Oh...shit.... he didn’t expect Rufus’ mouth on him and Dylan let him have a go on his dickhead but he skimmed his fingers over his hair and gripped it just enough to pull him off it. Dylan didn’t know what came over him but he enjoyed the feel of running his tip around the man’s lips and reclined his head back and said. “Open your mouth...”

RUFUS

Rufus let out a noise of protest, but he enjoyed the slight pull of his hair, forcing him to pull away. He could definitely get used to this, being under Dylan's mercy. He moaned softly at the taste of his cock, slick with precum, and opened his mouth to allow Dylan access.

DYLAN

He went back and lowered his head into Rufus’ mouth, slapping it on the man’s eager tongue a few times and bending his knees slightly. Dylan’s hand went back to stroking his shaft, it hard and veiny and ready to pop. His hand worked more towards the tip, hurrying his strokes and...and then his release came; shooting out of him in thick, white streams as it went mostly into the man’s gaping mouth. He groan heavily and long with this while his hold on Rufus’ hair slackened.

RUFUS

The sounds coming from Dylan were almost enough to send him over the edge again, and as he felt the other man's grip loosen, he closed his lips against Dylan's cock, giving it a few bobs to make as much of his orgasm as possible.

DYLAN

Fuck...that was...fuck. He couldn’t piece words together and enjoyed the last of what Rufus did before he laid a hand on the man’s shoulder and pushed him back gently. Dylan lowered to kiss him on the mouth. He was able to taste traces of his release on his tongue while he briefly made out with him. The kiss broke and Dylan returned to bed. He reached over and opened a drawer to pull out some wipes. “Don’t judge me for keeping these here.” He joked as he patted next to him on the bed. “Let me get you cleaned up.” He needed to do the same himself but he wanted to take care of him first.

RUFUS

Rufus kissed back softly, but felt some relief as Dylan broke it off and he could fully collapse on to the bed. "Merde," he finally managed to murmur as he ran his least sticky hand through his hair. He chuckled softly as Dylan brought of the wipes, and reculantly moved to allow the other man to clean him up.

DYLAN

The wipe was on Rufus’ chest and stomach but a pause followed as he looked at him. “I thought I heard an accent before but that confirms it.” He tossed one wipe and used another on him. “Did you just say shit in French?”

RUFUS

He watched as Dylan cleaned him up, enjoying the attenton more than he wanted to admit. "Yeah?" Glancing up, he smiled softly. "I did. My go to might be 'fuck', which you probably know by now," He said, managing to both smirk and blush at the reference to his incoherent bliss just minutes earlier. "But French is still much better to cuss in."

DYLAN

Dylan didn’t stop cleaning and once he took care of himself he moved to wrap his arm around Rufus to bring him over. The man didn’t keep it secret he liked this part as much as the fucking itself. “You didn’t. I really liked hearing you say fuck as much as you did.” He kissed his lips and dropped his head to rest in the pillow. “You’re the first guy I’ve done that with. Usually it’s stopped at blowjobs. But that was unbelievably hot.”

RUFUS

Rufus snuggled into him, wrapping an arm around across Dylan's chest to hold him close. As much as he'd loved the sex, this... this was just as great. "You were really hot," He said softly, lazily drawing on Dylan's chest with his fingertip. "That was a hell of a first time."

DYLAN

“We just fell into it easily,” he said as he moved his fingers lazily along the side of his arm. “Good to know you’re not shy when it comes to being rough. And just moving around and doing the little things I ask.” He looked down at him and smirked. “Think you’ll remember today?”

RUFUS

He blushed at that, chewing gently on his lower lip as he traced Dylan's abs with his fingertip. "Good to know you're going to treat me rough," He replied as he glanced up, a crooked smirk matching Dylan's. "How could I possibly forget?"

DYLAN

He laughed and moved his hand to the side of Rufus’ head, palming it just enough so when he moved his body he was able to lure his mouth back onto his; feeling his full naked body against his own. “Just checking.” he mumbled against his lips. “What are your plans for the rest of the night? You never did get that pizza started.”

RUFUS

Rufus kissed back, enjoying the gentleness of it; so radically different from just minutes ago, but just as good. At the mention of the pizza, he let out a soft laugh, scrunching his nose. "Ah, crap. I knew there was something we were doing before."

DYLAN

“Don’t you mean merde?” He asked, trying to add a French accent to it but it didn’t sound right. “We should lay here awhile and get that pizza going. Maybe squeeze a quick shower in or do you think you’ll be too distracted to keep your mind on the timer?” He was teasing him and it was clear with how he grinned.

RUFUS

He rolled his eyes, though clearly amused at the awful attempt at a French accent. "My brother was very passionate about teaching me English cuss words." It was true, Ridley always made sure he knew the vital stuff. At that, he playfully shoved Dylan, but the smirk was back on his lips. "I'm less certain you'll be able to keep it quick."

DYLAN

“You should teach me French. That way I know when you’re saying stuff about me.” Then he grinned, “Or just to hear you talk dirty to me in another language.” He went to kiss him but held back. “Uh. What? Me? If you want me to last a minute next time I will. It’ll be great for me but you’ll hate how fast it’s over.” He moved his mouth to Rufus’ neck and rubbed his beard against the skin.

RUFUS

"Yeah, I was about to say... sounds like you just want to hear me talk dirty in French," Rufus said playfully. "That's true. I would hate it," he replied, his fingers threading gently through his hair. "I should just throw away my sex toys, honestly, because it's all inferior now."

DYLAN

“We have sex one time and I’m already replacing your toys?” He asked, laughing because it was such a nice thing to hear. “Don’t go crazy because we can use those on each other.” Dylan reminded him and moved to sit. “Okay. Pizza. This needs to get started.

RUFUS

"Oh, shut up," He murmured, but unable not to smirk. "In all honesty, I just prefer the real deal anyway," he added, but he'd admit; the thought of the two of them with a couple of sex toys wasn't too bad at all. "Yes, right. It's pretty awful to keep neglecting pizza like this," Rufus shook his head, glancing around as he realised that all his clothes were still in the living room. He climbed out of the bed before turning to look at Dylan, a sheepish look on his face. "Where's your underwear drawer?"

DYLAN

“You want to wear my underwear.” He moved to his feet and went to a dresser. A large flat screen sat in top of it with a Xbox next to it. “Do you think you can fit in it? I’ve got a huge gut.” Dylan laughed and tugged the top drawer open. “I’ve got boxers and briefs. Go nuts.”

RUFUS

"Yeah, funny thing... you might not have noticed, but I seem to have lost mine," Rufus explained with an angelical innocence on his face. "Ha! Those thighs could kill, though." He looked into the drawer, grabbing the first seemingly tight pair he could find. He'd never managed to grow beyond his twig limbs.

DYLAN

“Did you? You’re right, I didn’t notice.” The elastic if his underwear snapped against the skin of his stomach and Dylan stood around and waited for him to get semi dressed. “Those look good on you.” He went ahead and gave his ass a playful smack.

RUFUS

Rufus snorted at that, quickly getting into the pair of boxers. They were a bit big, but cosy. "Oh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at Dylan as he did a little butt wiggle, and headed towards the bedroom door, and out into the corridor.

DYLAN