#spicytalks

Y/n was asleep. 

The way his chest rose and fell as he slept soundly. Turning to look at his boyfriend Dylan admired everything about him the way his nose was shaped to the little splots of achne across his face. 

Dylan’s eyes wandered down Y/n’s chest reaching over to run his hands over the hair that had grown on Y/n’s chest. His hands slowly going lower until he stopped at the waist band of Y/n’s boxers. 

“Getting a bit frisky huh?” Dylan jumped at the sound of Y/n’s voice before blushing a deep red “I-I...uh” Y/n chuckled before leaning over for a sleepy kiss. 

Humming softly, Y/n reached over to pull Dylan closer to deepen the kiss. Dylan slowly leaned over to hover over his lover while swinging one leg over his waist; sitting hip to hip. 

“Someone has a little bit of morning wood huh?” Dylan pulled back staring at his boyfriend lovingly “Only for you handsome,want to help me with it?” 

Y/n paused and pretended to be thinking for a moment before smiling “Only if you help me with this,” Dylan was confused for a moment before he felt Y/n grind up into him; he was just as turned on. 

Groaning Dylan dove back in for a heated kiss. Pushing his tongue into Y/n’s mouth loving the sound of Y/n’s moans as his hands wander all over Dylan’s body. 

“I think we’re both overly dressed for the occasion,” Dylan smirked leaning back to pull his shirt over his head enjoying the way Y/n’s eyes left a burning trail against his skin. 

Y/n gently pushed Dylan off so he could shimmy his pants down, watching as Dylan did the same. 

Normally when the two would get ‘busy’ in the morning, they would just stay in a spooned postion, back to front, while the other went to town; just holding each other close. But today was different, Dylan wanted to see the pleasure on Y/n’s face. 

Pushing Y/n back onto the bed Dylan waisted no time. Reaching up to stick two fingers into Y/n’s mouth, moaning as his tongue swirled around the digits quickly as he sucked. 

Slowly pulling his fingers away, Dylan groaned softly at the pornographic sight of his boyfriend’s tongue hanging out of his mouth and the spit trail coming from his fingers to Y/n’s mouth. 

“Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Y/n smiled innocently at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dylan narrowed his eyes. 

“Don’t be a brat now, I was going to take you on a trip to pound town,” Y/n laughed while shaking his head “Never say that again you big doof,” before pulling Dylan back into a rough kiss. 

Y/n gasped into the kiss as Dylan slid one finger into him then the next before pumping them quickly. 

“Shit Dyl! No warning?” Y/n moaned arching his back as he felt Dylan begin to kiss down his neck. Harshly sucking and biting the skin; knowing the two would get clowned by the other counselors late that day. 

“Want everyone to know that you belong to me,” Dylan growls roughly pulling his fingers out while hoisting one of Y/n’s shoulders over his leg. 

“This isn’t going to be our normal soft morning session is it?” Y/n asked with a soultry voice that turned Dylan on even more than he currently was “No it isn’t baby,” He places a kiss to Y/’n thigh before lining himself up. 

Hissing Y/n closed his eyes tightly when Dylan pushed in roughly “Gonna make you feel good baby boy,” Dylan mumbles rocking his hips into Y/n’s to let him adjust for a moment. 

“Don’t go easy on me Dyl, we havne’t had a session like this in a long time,” Y/n panted softly. 

The sight of Dylan balls deep inside of Y/n as he leaned over him was almost too much. The way his necklace hung from his neck along with the way he panted; obvioulsy holding back until Y/n was ready caused Y/n’s gut to stir. 

“Fucking move already Dylan, we don’t have long before the kids-” Y/n cut himself off with a loud almost pornographic moan as Dylan snapped his hips roughly. 

“Don’t.be.a.brat.” Dylan puncuated every word with a rough thrust, causing Y/n’s back to arch slightly as he cried out in pleasure. 

“Fuck Dylan!” 

The sound of Y/n yelling his name was like music to his ears, if Y/n would allow him to Dylan would record their sessions to mix into songs or just listen to them when Y/n wasn’t around to help Dylan get off. 

“Oh god baby, you gotta let me record you,” Dylan mumbled off whatever was on his mind “Want to hear you moan my name as I jerk off when you’re away at work,” Dylan moans as he bit Y/n’s calf. 

Y/n’s face flushed deeply as he heard Dylan’s pleasured mumble rants “Grab your phone baby, record me,” Dylan almost came right then and there. 

Frantically reaching for the phone he convinced Ryan to steal back from Mr. H, Dylan quickly opens his recording ap hitting the big red button to record the lewd sounds his boyfriend was letting out. 

Tossing the phone back to the nightstand, Dylan began thrusting harder; wanting every heavenly sound that Y/n let out to be recorded clear as day. 

Dylan smirked down at Y/n as his moans seemed to be a lot louder than normal “You’re getting off to this arent you?” Y/n nodded slowly “Like the thought of me listening to you as I jerk off huh?” 

“Yes! God yes!” Y/n cried. 

“Maybe the thought of me holding one of your hoodies close, smelling your cologne while I moan your name hm?” Dylan mumbles close to Y/n’s ear, moaning softly himself once Y/n mewed in his ear. 

“I know you’ve done that with my shirts,” Dylan admited softly. “I know you moan my name late at night when I’m in my cabbin,” 

Y/n didn’t reply knowing Dylan mumbled things like this when he was close to cumming. 

“Cum baby,” Y/n panted feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him rather quickly. 

Groaning to himself, Dylan reached between their bodies quickly jerking Y/n’s swollen cock roughly “Cum with me handsome,” he whispered. 

Y/n clenched his eyes shut tightly once again as his orgasm came at him like a speeding train “DYLAN!!” Y/n yelled. 

Dylan leaned back watching as Y/n spurted cum across his chest and over Dylan’s own fist while his thighs began shaking. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Dylan chanted as he slowly fell out of rythm for a moment before remaing still inside of Y/n as he came; groaning lowly leaning his head back. 

Suddenly the sound of someone banging rythmically on the door and fake moans could be heard “Oh Dylan!!!” 

It was Jacob and Kaityln. 

The two began laughing when Dylan slid his boxers on and swung the door open to flip them off “At least I’m getting some,” He responded crossing his arms.