"Fuck… fuck… fuck… you," he muttered as Dylan started working his lips, tighter now, wrapped around him.
It was his first time, so he was inexperienced and sloppy, treating it almost like practice, but even then, it was more than enough to make Sebastian almost start speaking—almost start spilling things he didn't want to say.
He fought hard, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, holding himself back, while Dylan just kept going, bobbing his head up and down as it kept hitting the back of his throat, making him choke slightly.
Sebastian released his mouth and used his hands for something else. For balance, for control, over the one giving him the most intense pleasure he had ever gotten in his life.
Dylan felt the hand at the back of his neck, guiding him as he moved up and down. He pulled away briefly, and it sprang free again. Saliva coated it, glistening, and Dylan's lips looked slightly swollen, but he didn't stop.
