[Dylas would never admit it, either. It feels good. Years of being a prude and pushing others away have been erased by one night in this jungle city, and all he can think about is how good it feels. Waver has a firm grip on his cock and is working it impressively even if Dylas has nothing to compare his efforts to.
Maybe he deserves this, he finds himself thinking even in the midst of everything else. Maybe he deserves to be touched and wanted, too.
It's while he's distracted with pushing his hips into a waiting hand that he makes a big move without thinking about it. Waver is so close, so close he can feel the younger man's breath on him, and it's distracting—he reaches out to lift Waver's head and puts a stop to that by firmly pushing his lips against his in a sloppy kiss, but not an ineffective one or one without hunger or lust.
His ears shoot up comically as he realizes what he's done, but it just makes him want to lift Waver again so that they're positioned more like a loving couple would be, one directly over the other.
He can regret this in the morning. But for now, he wants Waver to feel as good and safe as he does.]
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Maybe he deserves this, he finds himself thinking even in the midst of everything else. Maybe he deserves to be touched and wanted, too.
It's while he's distracted with pushing his hips into a waiting hand that he makes a big move without thinking about it. Waver is so close, so close he can feel the younger man's breath on him, and it's distracting—he reaches out to lift Waver's head and puts a stop to that by firmly pushing his lips against his in a sloppy kiss, but not an ineffective one or one without hunger or lust.
His ears shoot up comically as he realizes what he's done, but it just makes him want to lift Waver again so that they're positioned more like a loving couple would be, one directly over the other.
He can regret this in the morning. But for now, he wants Waver to feel as good and safe as he does.]