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Like Chocolate and Icing [Dylan Lenivy X Ryan Erzahler]
Ryan chuckled as Dylan snuggled up to him so firm he felt the other's lips against his skin. Dylan also had his right hand on Erzahler's chest and one leg across Ryan's waist. They lay snugly and cozily on Dylan's bed in his shared apartment - with the rest of the roommates having flown out for the weekend.
They shared headphones because they were listening to a podcast together and just enjoying the simple closeness and peacefulness of each other. It had become a personal routine for them to lie together somewhere, chill and either listen to exciting podcasts or listen to some feel-good tracks. In those moments the world was perfectly fine. They were perfectly happy and could just let go. When they lay there and shared the earbuds, it was like a portal into their own small, healthy dimension, far away from any reality, time or any problems. Listening to music or a podcast cleared their heads. It felt weightless and carefree when they shared this unspectacular but also all the more peaceful closeness. It was a completely different but special kind of affection that gave incredible security. They usually completely forgot the time and found themselves in a timeless stream in which they would like to get lost forever. But even if it felt like nothing could harm them in this dimension, time and reality inevitably caught up with them, reminding them that they couldn't be timeless after all. Nonetheless, that fleeting feeling and those tiny moments were worth it.
Ryan lovingly tangled his fingers in Dylan's rich brown hair as he placed a hand on the back of his head. Lenivy grumbled happily and placed a light kiss on Ryan's neck. The podcast was coming to an end.
"Wow. Ultra lame," Dylan commented judgmentally at the end of the podcast.
Ryan raised an eyebrow and turned onto his side to face Dylan, making direct eye contact.
"You think so?" the black-haired asked in surprise. "I think it was quite interesting and exciting."
"Seriously, man? Well, I was kind of expecting something more exciting than just poltergeists making things disappear in the attic. I mean, come on dude, what's exciting about that?" Dylan objected.
"What did you expect?" Ryan wanted to know curiously.
"Uhm." Dylan frowned in thought and uncertainty, not really having a concrete answer to that. "Well...dunno. Why isn't anyone reporting about, for example, the uhm dust-o-saur-thingy?"
Ryan had to hold back an incredulous laugh, but still couldn't suppress a grunt. "Please what? A dust-o-what-thing? What the hell is that supposed to be?"
"Oh my god!" Dylan exclaimed with a smug grin. "Don't tell me you've never really heard of it?"
"Eh, no? Of course not, man," Ryan replied monotonously.
"Little nasty things, I tell you. I swear I got one of those here too. They're tiny, microscopic, green dinosaurs that spread dust all over the apartment and make a mess," he said euphorically.
Erzahler once again had to pull himself together not to laugh out loud. "Okay, you just made that up. Besides, that doesn't sound like a scary story! It doesn't even sound like a real story at all! There is no dust-o-whatever-thingy! It's more of a lame excuse for your laziness and messiness, and another term for your equally messy roommates," he noted with amusement.
"Hey, it's super creepy and annoying that these things spread their dust everywhere! Just imagine, these little beasts are scurrying around everywhere. They're just so teeny weeny you can't see them. I don't know what you consider creepy, but I think this is spooky," Dylan defended his story. He grinned mischievously, moved a little closer and then whispered in a dark, wicked voice: "Just saying, maybe they're even watching us right now... Some also claim that sometimes these things even try to enter your organism, through every orifice of your body like your nose, ears, mouth and - well you know what else-, to exterminate you and turn you into dust for others to inhale. That's how they spread. Cursing people with messiness. So it has absolutely nothing to do with laziness."
"Urgh! That's not creepy, that just sounds pretty disgusting and perverted! Ok, now you're completely exaggerating!" laughed Ryan.
Dylan leaned halfway on Ryan's torso and began teasingly tapping his fingers across the smaller boys's chest. At the same time, he whispered in a raspy, dirty-sounding voice: "Just imagine these things crawling over you and slowly entering you. They sink into every imaginable orifice in your body and infect you with their dust. Don't you think that's creepy?"
"Like I said: disgusting," Ryan repeated, unimpressed. "It's a really dumb story. Remind me to never let you do the storytelling as you are a really lousy storyteller."
"Well, Sarah likes my adventure stories," he justified.
Ryan smiled. That was true. His little sister Sarah had really grown fond of Dylan. She even adored him. The two were truly of one heart and one soul. He would never have thought it possible that the two got along so amazingly well. He also never expected Dylan to be so good with children - even though he had been a counselor. Sarah and he laughed a lot together. She kept asking about the taller boy and was incredibly happy when she finally got to see him again. Then she usually came running up to him stormily, clung to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and demanded that he tell her pirate and adventure stories. Seeing the two of them like this usually made Ryan smile. When he first introduced Dylan to Sarah, he was concerned. Ryan really had his doubts about the two meeting for the first time. But his worries were completely unfounded, as it quickly turned out.
"Therefore, Sarah's taste is seriously questionable. So that doesn't count," argued Ryan cheekily.
Dylan smirked. "Well, you can't say that. Your sister is really into me, just like her brother, isn't it?" he said mischievously and cheekily. "So what am I supposed to say? So if you question her taste, you must also question your own. You're both really into me. No wonder with my irresistible charm. And otherwise, you wouldn't have such a charming and absolutely handsome boyfriend at your side now who protects you from the nasty dust monsters and makes sure that they can't get into your body."
Ryan raised an eyebrow doubtfully. "So? Thought they were so teeny weeny you couldn't see them - so how are you going to protect me from them?"
Dylan moved even closer. His lips were almost touching Ryan's. The black-haired shuddered at the warm breath as Dylan whispered to him: "There's a little trick. If I close your bodily orifices, for example by sealing your mouth with mine or else, then logically these little beasts can't enter your body, right?"
"Totally gross," Ryan commented prosaically.
The brown-haired just grinned wide and amused. He leaned forward, closed the gap that had separated them and finally united their lips sensitively. Ryan sighed contentedly and clutched Lenivy's brown hair as he felt Dylan's leg wrap more tightly around his waist, causing their pelvis to collide, resulting in a lascivious moan from both of them.
"You're really stupid sometimes," Ryan muttered against Dylan's lips.
"Well, admit it: that's why you love me. You're really into it," the other grinned boldly.
Ryan said nothing, just shook his head, snorting and rolling his eyes. At times, Dylan was incredibly sassy and dashing, spiced with a wacky sense of humor. But that's what made him special. His sense of levity and his occasionally obscene as well as goofy sense of humor characterized his traits, which offered such a contradictory, but at the same time highly harmonious contrast to Ryan's own behavior in a magical, fascinating way. Just like their skin colors, which on the one hand were in contrast, but at the same time created a harmonious overall picture.
Ryan put his thumb on Dylan's chin and ran it delicately over his lower lip. He lifted the brown-haired's head slightly, then leaned over and kissed him briskly, rather than providing an answer, or rather confirmation of his presumption. The contact alone was actually confirmation enough, which is why Dylan grinned broadly into the kiss.
The brown-haired straightened up with a flourish without breaking contact and sat astride Ryan's lap. The black-haired had turned with the movement and was now completely bedded with his back on the mattress.
Dylan bent low and passionately claimed Ryan's lips in one intense kiss after another. His lips slid eagerly over the other boy's. They exchanged hot, restless breaths.
Erzahler sighed at the fervor that Dylan had suddenly overcome. The kisses were definitely fiery and powerful, but also absolutely empathetic. Within seconds, Ryan felt the heat escalate and his skin glowed - so much so that Dylan should actually get burned by it.
"Dylan..." Ryan sighed and ran his fingers through his boyfriend's brown hair while he placed his other hand on Dylan's back and stubbornly clawed at the white-grey fabric of the shirt. He pulled the fabric up a bit, exposing a bit of the silky soft, fair skin on Lenivy's waist.
Erzahler breathed shakily as he held onto the taller one and ran his fingers through his brown hair again. Meanwhile, Dylan's hairstyle was a total mess. Single strands of hair stood out in a tangled mess and had come loose from his side parting and were therefore hanging in his face.
Ryan gasped, giving Dylan the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. The smaller one shuddered pleasantly as Dylan's taste spread on his own tongue.
Gasping breaths filled the room from the hot round of saliva exchange. A crooked grin was on the corners of both of their mouths as they challenged each other and neither of them wanted to give in. They were both stubborn enough to want the upper hand in this fiery tongue play.
Dylan dug his fingers into Ryan's black hair and noisily broke the kiss, which should have been called as wild smooch instead of a kiss. As the pressure eased and Dylan released Ryan's lips, the distinctive clicking sound was all that could be heard in the room. Both of their breaths were suddenly calm and steady as they looked each other into their eyes.
It was a blessing that the others weren't there over the weekend so they could have some alone time. Thus, they didn't have to hold back and could be uninhibitedly intimate without having to be careful. Who knew how long it would be before they saw each other again. They were all busy with college. Partly several states lay between them all and yet they had sworn friendship and team spirt - Kaitlyn in particular had taken care of that, but they had all agreed and were anxious to stick to it. And it worked fine. The Hackett's Quarry Gang was still together.
They all chatted a lot, exchanged stories about their college lives, talked on the phone and were actually in constant contact. Thanks to modern technology, this was possible and easily doable despite the miles between them. Nevertheless, they often longed to see each other in person and were all the happier when the time finally came. No matter how often they chatted or called, because there was no comparison when you were face to face. Whenever it was possible and whenever an opportunity arose, Kaitlyn arranged group meetings from time to time. It wasn't always easy to reconcile everyone, but Kaitlyn always did her best to reunite them all, or at least some of them, as often and best as possible. As much as they liked the others as well, but it was also great to be able to spend a weekend with just the two of them, enjoying the benefits of togetherness.
It was definitely great that the group was so inseparable. The unbeatable hacketteers that took on bloody werewolves! They had stayed together, despite the traumatic and drastic events - or perhaps because of that. The events had shaped them in both positive and negative ways, but in particular it had strengthened the bond between all of them immensely. It should have been the last night - and in the truest sense of the word it could have been the last night absolutely if they had died.
One last epic, harmless farewell after the summer, because no one knew if they would ever see each other again or if they would be in contact. Back then, everyone secretly wished that the summer wouldn't be over. No one had wanted to say it out loud, but they had all felt it. That's why they came up with that party at the campfire. Inwardly, they had all been happy to spend just one more night together.
Neither of them had wanted to openly admit how much they had grown fond of one another and how much they already missed each other. That was exactly why they had all willingly and carelessly embarked on this unplanned night. Since each and every one of them had hoped that this night would be unforgettable and offered a final guarantee that they would all definitely meet again. Well, basically that night had been exactly that, albeit in a very different way – namely less romantic and dreamy and far more dramatic, bloody and traumatic than they had imagined. But they had survived.
Dylan licked his lips and then bit his lower lip.
"You know what? You look damn sexy and hot when you're out of breath like that," he stated bluntly. "Damn. That's really freakin' hot."
Ryan accepted the compliment with a smile and thought his part. Namely, that the same applied to Dylan. He looked seductively hot, so breathless and with his messy hair.
"So hot and so sweet at the same time," the brown-haired purred, rubbing his thumb across his lower lip while eyeing Ryan. He leaned forward and slid his lips over his boyfriend's to reconfirm the deliciously sweet taste. Additionally, he gently bit Ryan's bottom lip and playfully tugged on it. "Mm, so tasty! So sweet and spicy... like chili chocolate," Dylan murmured under his breath, lost in thought.
Lenivy's eyes suddenly flickered as something came to his mind. Something he had never thought of before. It was actually quite obvious, but he had never considered this comparison in such a way.
He looked at his boyfriend with sparkling eyes. Ryan swallowed, uncertain, because that kind of look didn't bode well. He knew that look from Dylan. He usually had it whenever something totally stupid popped into his head.
"What?" Ryan asked sternly. Inwardly he was slightly nervous as he almost felt like he was melting under the other's intense gaze. Dylan gave him such a lustful look that his stomach spiraled with excitement.
The brown-haired didn't answer, but examined silently. Scattered rays of sunshine fell into the room through the blinds and the particles in the air danced happily in the thick beams of light. The soft afterglow of the gradually setting sun immersed the room and the two lovers in a magical, picturesque atmosphere. The rich twilight gave Ryan's chocolate-colored skin a subtle hint of orange, while Dylan's comparatively fair skin shimmered like fine powdered sugar in the highlight of the sun's exposure.
Dylan licked his lips as his vivid imagination run wild, and he felt his stomach clench. A full-blown blush bloomed on his cheeks as the image in his mind settled.
- Icing sugar and chocolate -
It was such a harmonious contrast that their different complexions created. Especially when they're so beautifully and picturesquely lit by the soften sunlight and framed by highlights. But Dylan had never really noticed that comparison. It reminded him of icing sugar and chocolate, which is why he dreamily indulged in vivid fantasies and drifted off.
Ryan's pleasantly darker complexion wasn't too dark - so not dark chocolate, but definitely like milk chocolate! Dylan preferred milk chocolate and it suited his light, milky powdered sugar skin much better anyway. Or it was like chocolate muffin with powdered sugar on top or chocolate cake with icing – they just belonged together! Mh, or delicious muffins topped with chocolate AND icing sugar, he thought. A full-blown blush bloomed on his cheeks as the imagination about sweets escalated into dirty double entendre. Ryan with icing and he with chocolate? Or both just with both? Then the taste would be all the sweeter and more tempting and the harmony of the contrast would be complete as they would blend into each other. Dylan would melt if he could taste Ryan with flavorful icing.
"Dylan?!" Ryan admonished, snapping the brown-haired out of his obscene imagination.
He shook his head to dispel the alluring image, but couldn't quite manage it. In the beginning he had really only noticed that the contrast of their skin tones was wonderfully harmonious. But then his thoughts had somehow drifted off into smutty realms. Honestly, it hadn't originally been his intention, but he just couldn't get it out of his head now. It was too tempting.
"Mhh chocolate and icing..." Dylan mumbled, biting his lower lip. He hesitated briefly before beginning, "Hey, we could-"
"No! Don't even think about it!" Ryan admonished instantly. He knew full well what was going on in Dylan's naughty little head.
"Too late," Dylan admitted with an apologetic and slightly embarrassed smile, but also a kind of cheeky expression.
"Urgh!" Ryan groaned in annoyance and sank clumsily deeper into the pillows. "Way too smutty!"
"But-"
"No! I said no. Don't you dare, Dylan! It's awfully sticky and would only end in a total mess. So don't!"
His boyfriend pouted and looked at him with those puppy eyes that were extremely hard to refuse.
"Argh! Stop it!" Ryan complained.
"Come on!" Dylan said pleadingly. "People always say it's good to try something new in a relationship so it doesn't become monotonous and the spark of love doesn't die. You have to be willing to try things out!"
Ryan sighed in resignation. But instead of granting Lenivy his will or again explicitly rejecting it, Erzahler decided to take the taller one by surprise in order to put an end to this debate. Since Dylan wasn't expecting it, it was easy for the black-haired to knock him over. He rolled over with him, swapping positions so that Lenivy was now under Erzahler, who in turn was straddling his hips triumphantly.
"Just shut up," Ryan ordered haughtily.
Before Dylan had that silly idea stuck in his stupid head, Ryan recalled, they had been in the middle of an extensive make-out session. And he felt that they should return to that point. To where they had left off – more or less.
The black-haired snuck his fingers under Dylan's shirt. Because of the previous tossing and turning, the fabric had already slipped up anyway. He felt the soft, fair skin beneath with his fingertips.
Dylan shuddered at the gently touch as Ryan began to draw patterns on his stomach, pushing the shirt up further to reveal more of the skin. He then placed his lips and gently caressed the newly exposed areas. He slid with his lips up further, delighting as Dylan turned restlessly, trembling under his influence.
"Shit... Ryan... That's unfair!" Lenivy hissed. "You can't... you can't just distract from the topic like that! If you think you can pull yourself out of this so easily, then-"
Ryan lifted his head in victory and buried his mouth on the crook of Dylan's neck. As a result, Lenivy let out a harsh exhale. His sentence was interrupted as he tried hard to stop any further noises.
Now it was up to Erzahler's eyes to flicker. Surprised, but curious, he looked at Dylan's bright red face.
"What was that?" the black-haired asked.
"W-what was what?" the brown-haired asked back.
"Well, that noise."
"Didn't hear any noise..." Lenivy denied softly, then pressed his lips together again vigorously to stifle further hissing, sighing, squeaking and gasping noises. But he failed.
"....ahh..." Ryan had buried his lips on Dylan's neck again, teasingly caressing the sensitive skin.
"THAT noise!" Ryan said firmly.
"Oh..." Dylan replied. "Ok. Ok. Maybe I'm being a bit touchy there," he admitted sheepishly.
An apodictic, perky smile spread across the corners of Erzahler's mouth. That was a very interesting finding. He wanted to test something.
He bent down again and began sucking on the sensitive area. It was unmistakable what he wanted to achieve with it. Namely to leave a mark there and enjoy Dylan's background noise. He really was terribly sensitive at that spot, but his sounds were incredibly cute!
Dylan hissed loudly and dug his feet into the mattress, his right hand digging into Ryan's shirt.
"R-ryan...d-damn..." he gasped tightly, squirming like an eel. "Don't deviate from the topic ah!"
"What did you say?" asked Ryan, smirking and amused. "I can't hear you, your sounds are too cute."
"You're an asshole!" Lenivy ground out and complained: "It was my turn! I said I'll protect you from the dust monsters, not the other way around!"
"Your turn, huh? Sorry, I must have missed that point," the smaller boy teased him and started sucking the skin again.
Dylan buried his head in the pillows and bit his lip hard to muffle his sounds. "Y-you'll pay for that," the brown-haired threatened. Although it didn't sound like a serious threat with his strained voice, which Ryan also realized and acknowledged the pathetic attempt to appear threatening with an amused smile.
Erzahler proudly completed his work. The pressure on Dylan's skin eased noisily and what was left was a clear hickey on the side of his neck.
"Really? I'll pay for it, eh?" Ryan sneered at the 'threat'.
"Yes! I swear to you!" the brown-haired said angrily. "You're going to pay for this hard and dirty with icing and chocolate!"
The black-haired remained unconcerned and cautiously grabbed the left arm of the taller one. His fingers closed around the scarred, battered skin. Ryan led the residual limb to his lips to gently touch the affected area.
He knew Dylan was embarrassed whenever he did that. This was another sensitive spot. Albeit in a completely different way.
Dylan immediately blushed and draped his right arm across his forehead to hide his embarrassed face.
"Ryan...I told you...you don't have to..." he tried to start, but the other didn't stop showing his affection anyway.
"I know. But I want to," Ryan assured in a mild voice.
Sometimes Ryan still felt awfully responsible for it. He felt guilty, although he knew that in principle it wasn't really his fault - but somehow it was. Things were complicated. This whole night had just sucked and gone very badly, with no one wanting anyone to get hurt or even killed.
He wanted Dylan to be as comfortable as possible because that was the least he could do to make things right. It embarrassed him, but he knew he didn't scorn it. He just still felt a little uncomfortable and insecure about it, presumably because he thought Ryan just felt obligated to do it and in fact felt disgusted touching him like that at that particular spot. But it was not like that.
It had helped them both find acceptance and put the past behind them. Neither of them had wanted this nasty, drastic event to stand between them any longer. It had made the start of their relationship really difficult because both Ryan and Dylan couldn't really handle the situation at first - especially Ryan because of his guilt.
He had lost Chris and even killed him himself - his father figure and thus the only person who had really been close to him like a parent. And on top of that mutilated his crush of all people. That had been very hard for Ryan, and he had had a hard time processing things. It had complicated everything unnecessarily and made it difficult to even think about a relationship. All of this had gnawed at them massively and tortured them terribly.
They definitely had suffered - suffered a lot. More than that night. The aftermath had been far worse as the magnitude of what had happened was grasped in their minds once the adrenaline had worn off.
Luckily, some solid ass kicks from Kaitlyn and Laura had brought the two closer again. Dylan's stubbornness and confidence had also contributed to Ryan's overcoming his shadow. They had realized that they suffered even more when they isolated themselves and withdrew from the others. But now they were finally here at this point, having put the past behind them and being able to share such beautiful moments.
Ryan leaned down to Dylan with a grin and whispered slightly maliciously to him, "I just want to let you know, you've got quite the cuteness in your face."
"Shut up," Dylan hissed slightly and immediately counterattacked, wrapping his legs around Ryan's waist and rolling over with him. Due to his size, it was easy for him to push the smaller one back into the mattress.
Dylan Lenivy now sat astride Ryan's lap, grinning cockily.
"I said it's my turn," Dylan clarified, teasingly running his index finger over Ryan's body. "I'm the one who gets to eat you up and taste you today."
"Don't get cheeky and cocky," Ryan warned calmly.
They both exchanged cheeky looks before the brown-haired boldly bent down, lifted Ryan's shirt and breathed playfully against his exposed stomach. He thus ignored Ryan's warning.
"Mhh milk chocolate..." Dylan purred teasingly and seductively as he slid his lips lovingly over the skin.
"Will you stop that!" admonished the other, referring to the thematic allusion.
Dylan really had fun teasing the other. It amuses him and somehow he really liked to refer to it. They were real like milk or sugar and chocolate - all of which were deliciously sweet and just made an incredibly tempting and delicious combination.
With one smooth movement, Dylan slid forward. Their lips collided a little harshly with his momentum. Ryan grumbled in surprise at the stormy touch. The brown-haired noisily broke contact and instead grabbed Ryan's right hand to bring his wrist to his lips.
"You know what?" Dylan began suddenly sensitively and with a touch of sadness in his voice as he remembered that their weekend together was almost over. "I don't want you to leave tomorrow..."
"I have to. I have to go back to college," Ryan reminded.
Dylan caressed along Erzahler's fingers, lightly pinching them between his lips.
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know, but..." Lenivy mumbled against Ryan's index finger.
"Yeah, I get it," Ryan interjected understandingly. "You always miss me so terribly. Look, it's almost the semester break and then we'll all see each other again - including the others. Kaitlyn has long since booked the vacation home and then the whole gang will finally be together again."
"Yeah, the Hacketteers reunited, just like back then, huh?"
Ryan nodded and pulled his hand out of Dylan's grip to firmly grab the brown-haired boy's head with both hands. He pulled him towards him and joined their lips eagerly.
"So let's use the time we have for this weekend instead of dwelling on sentimentality," the black-haired whispered suggestively against Lenivy's lips, who only answered with a "Mh", because he was still too intoxicated by the elation of contact.
The brown-haired slipped dexterously back down into the deeper regions and, despite only having one hand available, began to nimbly unbuckle the belt and zipper on Ryan's black jeans. The black-haired sighed shakily, threw his head back and draped an arm across his forehead as Dylan pulled the fabric lower to fully expose his pelvis.
"F-fuck....Dylan...." Ryan hissed, reaching for his boyfriend's brown hair to dig his fingers into it as he clearly registered the breath and the lips of the taller one on his loins and especially on his midsection.
"That's my well-deserved second helping, if you're going to deny me my chocolate-sugar-icing," Dylan said dashingly, already licking his lips in anticipation. The incredibly sexy idea of messing up Ryan's chocolate skin with white icing was wicked, seductive and just plain hot as hell. The image settled in his mind and the imagination alone turned him on. If he was going to deny him the icing, he'd just have to icing his chocolate skin with other white substances.
"Second helping? You're talking nonsense," the black-haired corrected, lifting his arm from his forehead to look down at Dylan, who was looking at him again with those stupid, glittery eyes. The look that said something was going on in his head that was either totally stupid or perverted – or probably both.
Dylan was so easy to see through on this point, but he didn't even bother to hide his obscenity, which he ended up being willing to incorporate into his humor and jokes. He was such a naughty boy sometimes. And then again, he could be totally shy and absolutely embarrassed at times. It was grotesque, wondrous and amazing, but also incredibly cute and so lovable.
Ryan raised an eyebrow in admonishment and reprimand with suspicion. "I know exactly what you're thinking right now."
"Good for you," he replied boldly.
Just how Ryan stared at him with that flustered but at the same time a serious, unapproachable look because the black-haired sometimes still felt the urge not to seem too impressed or to show too much reaction and emotion. Dylan was used to it and liked having to coax something out of him now and then. They both often even challenged it. But Lenivy could already envision Ryan panting for breath with that embarrassed look on his face while trying to look level-headed. And how his sweaty body shone as thick beads of sweat covered his skin like mother-of-pearl and made his glowing body shimmer. This picture was so seductive and hot as hell.
"Better not talk too much and don't take your mouth too full..." Ryan said sheepishly and quietly, not sounding as bold as he would have liked.
"I never take my mouth too full! Don't worry, I can handle you, big guy!"
"Then finally stop talking," Ryan repeated, feeling every fiber of his body tense with impatience.
Dylan grinned and didn't want to keep Ryan on tenterhooks any longer. Besides, he wanted to finally turn that attractive image in his mind into action. So he lowered his head again and buried his face in Ryan's lap. This time he couldn't hold back a rough, hoarse and extensive moan.
"Oh damn!" Dylan exclaimed, horrified, suddenly remembering something he'd forgotten from all his philosophizing about chocolate-sugar icing.
"What?" Erzahler asked, slightly concerned at Lenivy's reaction.
"The dust-o-saur-thingy!"
Ryan blinked in disbelief before moaning in agony and sinking deeper into the pillows. "Really now, dude? Not that again. Real bad timing, man." It had really given him a fright for a moment because he had thought it was something serious.
"Totally forgot that I actually wanted to protect you from the dust-o-saur-thingy, all because you distracted me and didn't want to give me my dessert!"
Dylan slid over Ryan's body again in one fluid motion. He gently grabbed Erzahler's chin. Their lips were only inches apart.
"But for that I have to fill your holes so the dust-o-saur-thingy can't do and won't be able to infiltrate your body," he whispered in a nasty, raspy voice.
Ryan sighed annoyed. "Still sounds gross and perverted." He broke free of Dylan's grip and sat up. Lenivy therefore considered the other questioningly. The smaller one moved closer, sat down on Dylan's lap and wrapped an arm around the taller one's neck. With his other hand, he wandered down between their bodies and began to unbutton and unzip Dylan's jeans.
"Stop talking and just do it," Ryan urged. "Do me or I'll do you."
Dylan grinned broadly at this statement, clicked his tongue and insisted on commenting again. "Oh, how impatient. So you want it so bad, huh?"
"Don't be smug," Ryan whispered warningly.
The brown-haired continued to smirk in amusement. He pulled Ryan closer, letting their bodies collide and buried his face in Erzahler's neck while his right hand squeezed between their bodies and felt for Ryan's wrist.
"I'll give you what you want AND protect you from the dust-o-saur-thingy. I love you so much," Dylan murmured promisingly, making Ryan groan as his hand trailed lower.
“You’re such a cocky weirdo”, Ryan mumbled stubbornly as Dylan pulled him into a soft kiss. Dylan smirked because he knew that translated to "I love you too."
They would definitely use the remaining time from their weekend together.