WARNING! ADULTS CONTENT BELOW!
(DYLAN'S POV)
I crawled over him, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. His throat. The hollow of his collarbone. The flat planes of his chest where his heart hammered like it wanted out. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, tongue flicking hard, and Roland arched with a broken groan that went straight to my balls.
"Fuck... Dylan..." His fingers tangled in my hair, not pulling me away but holding me there, hips rolling up helplessly. "Don't tease. I need-"
"I know what you need," I murmured against his skin, voice rough. I kissed lower, down the ridges of his abs, nipping at the V of his hips until he was cursing in Dutch and English both. When I finally took him in my mouth-hot, wet, all the way down-Roland's hips jerked hard, a guttural sound ripping out of him that sounded like surrender and victory at once.
