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"I think you need more seduction in your life," Dylan murmured, capturing Bastian's mouth again ... his sexy, kissable, bitable, lickable mouth. He caught the lower lip between his teeth and nipped, then sucked on it, then teased the tip of his tongue over it. At the same time, he tweaked one of Bastian's nipples between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, while the other brushed lightly over the skin along the waistband of his pants.
Sebastian hissed in a breath, and his eyes darkened. "And you think you're the man to do it?"
"I know I am." Dylan did a slow grind against Bastian's groin with his own throbbing dick. "I'm exactly the man you need," he said, his voice hoarse with desire as Sebastian ground back. "I'll give you anything and everything you need, baby. Right here, right now. You want?"
"God, yes..." Sebastian's long fingers snagged the hem of Dylan's T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Then he yanked at Dylan's belt buckle, and worked at freeing him from his jeans, while Dylan's hands did the same to him.
Their motions were urgent, their kisses desperate.
Finally, Sebastian's slacks and briefs slid down his long, muscular legs. He toed off his shoes and kicked his pants aside, all while helping Dylan lose his jeans and the black boxer-briefs he wore. Dylan's stiff cock sprang free and brushed against Bastian's. Dylan sucked in a breath at the contact.
Then, before Dylan could even gather a thought, Sebastian dropped to his knees on the floor in front of him and, in a swift, breath-stealing motion, closed his mouth over Dylan's cock and sucked it in to the root.
Dylan gasped. "Oh ... fuck! Fuck..."
Christ, the man had amouth like a god ... hot, wet, sucking perfection.
Sebastian gazed up at him from beneath long, dark eyelashes and gave him a look that was pure, unadulterated heat. A look that promised everything Dylan wanted and more ... and just like that, Sebastian had become the seducer.
Dylan's heart pounded in response. Bastian had spoiled him for anyone else. No one could ever compare. He didn't want anyone else to compare. Didn't want anyone else period. Ever again. Only Sebastian.
As Bastian licked and sucked, teased and swallowed, his mouth moving up and down Dylan's shaft, Dylan watched, rapt. Poetry in motion. He couldn't have torn his gaze from the sight if he'd tried. With his lips parted and Dylan's thick cock filling his mouth, Sebastian was fucking beautiful. Dylan told him so, and the faint flush of red that crept up his cheeks only made him look that much more gorgeous.
Sebastian released Dylan's dick and his mouth moved lower, to tongue Dylan's balls. Then he held them aside and his tongue slid lower still. Dylan spread his legs, giving him easier access. When that probing, delicious tongue flicked over his hole, Dylan gave a slow, deep shudder. His eyes closed and he let his head fall back. He threaded his fingers into Sebastian's hair and groaned as the wet exploration continued, now delving into him, then back to lick over his nuts, then back to his opening with a warm, wet flutter.
Everything in Dylan vibrated ... wanting, needing more.