Chapter 97 97

Chapter 97 97
 Dylan is so damn perfect.

Pretty blue crop top glued to his skin and soft pajama shorts to accompany it—it’s driving him insane. 

And he knows that Dylan wants to be in control of this while Andre is healing… he knows that …and he wants to let him have it.

But he can’t fucking take it anymore.

He’s so desperate for Dylan that he actually might go completely insane if he doesn’t get him. 

So he does what he does best. Kissing Dylan with everything that he has, fingers brushing over that exposed stomach and feeling the tiny goosebumps that prickle the skin beneath him.

It’s when he can feel Dylan’s hands growing restless that he stops. 

Trailing his lips down that gorgeous body. 

Countless pecks along his pretty arm, down the curve of his side, over his stomach and especially on top of his piercing. 

Fuck, Andre really loves that.Shaking his head to focus, he just continues. Dylan is damn near putty right now and he cannot risk losing that. 

Andre kisses over his hips, letting his teeth graze the thick waistband but he doesn’t pull at it. 

No… he just kisses over the fabric that blankets Dylan’s thighs, until he reaches more of his skin and presses his lips to every single mole he can catch sight of.

All the way down the length of his legs and when Dylan bends one up, Andre shifts

himself smoothly. Right between them and dropping his lips hotly to the deeper inside of Dylan’s thigh.

Skin soft and supple beneath him, he can’t help but bite at it. 

Only enough to make Dylan giggle and squirm. 

Before continuing his kisses all the way. Taking extra care around his ankles. 

“Dre—what are you doing?”

“Just kissing you. Appreciating you. You’ve taken such good care of me.”

“Still need to. Come here.”

“No.”

Dylan leans up on his arms but Andre brackets his legs in place. 

Looking up with round eyes when he feels those sparkly ones on himself, “wanna stay right here. Comfortable.”

“you can’t. I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“yes you are.” Dylan huffs. Head falling back as Andre’s mouth returns to his thighs.

Teeth nipping sharply.

“Miss you.”

“I’m with you everyday.”

“Not like this” Andre groans  “not under me.”

If Andre wants this he has to be cautious, treading lightly is going to get him what he wants this time. and Andre wants Dylan so bad he’ll do anything to get it.

Anything like kneeling at the foot of his own bed. strong hands cupping the back of Dylan’s thighs and yanking him towards the edge, until he’s sitting up and looking down at him properly. 

Andre who’s got his palms rubbing soothing circles atop those thick thighs finger tips grazing beneath the hem of his shorts with each stroke. 

“What do I have to do, sweet love? I'll do anything to have you.”

He watches the way Dylan gnaws on his lip, pretty round eyes sooo conflicted when he reaches towards Andre’s face. thumb delicately brushing over what’s left of his stitches.

“they’re so close to being completely dissolved, Andreie. not much longer.”

Andre growls. 

It’s deep in the back of his throat but he knows Dylan heard it. 

Wedges himself between Dylan’s legs and wraps arms around his waist, face pressed into his exposed stomach. soft, gentle nuzzling that turns into scorching hot presses of Andre’s mouth to his skin. earning shaky rasps and staggered breaths from his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Andre. ”

Dylan brushes fingers through his hair to tug him away, but he’s too cautious, too hesitant, it’s less tugging away and more pulling him in.

Andre smirks against that fit stomach, he’s got him exactly where he needs him to lift his head back, following the subtle direction of his baby.

Andre looks up at him, “please, just want to love on you.”

“you can love on me without potentially hurting yourself” he’s so firm with his statement, until Andre’s hands tighten on his hips, causing Dylan to stammer, “..and and—you were just, just down with a fever hours ago.”

“likely due to withdrawal” Andre pouts his lips. slowly rising from his knees and leaning on Dylan's body until their mouths brush “my body needs you to survive.” 

Andre is aching.

His dick is so hard, pressing against his thigh, if Dylan moves even the slightest bit he’ll feel it. 

It has to be his decision…Andre knows that because his little personal nurse wants full control over releasing him for play –but this is the closest Dylan has let him get in almost two weeks.

Andre could seriously get off just on the heat of Dylan’s body under his own right now but it wouldn’t be enough. 

He feels insatiable right now and if he doesn’t get to have Dylan choking on moans of his name within the next ten minutes he might throw a fist through a wall. or cry.

probably the second one because it hurts to want him so desperately to have him this fucking close and not be able to touch him especially when Dylan absolutely preens under Andre’s hands.

Pretty head lulling to the side as Andre gets a hand around his throat, thumb brushing over his adams apple and watching the way it bobs as Dylan swallows on nothing.

Andre wants him to swallow this fucking dick.

“No, Andreie…Just a couple more days.” the taunting tone of Dylan’s voice has

Andre’s brow raising. But his voice is still rough as he begs, “please” 

He has no choice but to resort to desperate measures. 

Using the grip he has to kiss Dylan harshly tongue fucking inside of his mouth and swallowing the whimper that comes immediately always so wonderfully pliant when Andre holds him like this fingers tightening around his throat until he can feel the way Dylan just barely struggles to breathe rolls his hips down until his solid length is rutting deliciously against Dylan’s through the impossibly thin fabrics between them. 

“fuck baby” Andre doesn’t care.

He feels no shame in begging right now, he’ll never be afraid to show Dylan how much he wants him. 

There's tears in his own eyes as he watches Dylan’s roll to the back of his head as their cocks rub together.

“need it.” His hand loses its strength on Dylan’s throat, instead slipping to the back of his head and gripping into the locks of his hair.

Dylan’s tongue moving against his own all chaotic and sloppy and just the way he gets right before doing damn near anything Andre asks.

soo close.

“please let me fuck you.”

Dylan gasps into their kiss.

It's soft and breathy and so hot. eyes flashing open and landing on Andre’s with so much fire he’s nearly dizzy just from the look alone.

“baby…”

Dylan’s head shakes in an almost non existent protest, especially when he moans softly,

“Andre—“

“please ” he grinds harder. feeling the way Dylan’s hands claw at his shoulders, nails scraping his skin. Andre groans internally. soooo close. 

“I wanna feel you around me.”

Dylan opens his mouth to say something but Andre just kisses him again. 

Coaxing him to silence as he runs a hand down his boyfriend’s body. slipping around his side and inside the waistband of his shorts easily, not a pair of briefs in sight… 

sooooo fucking close his fingers dig into the skin of Dylan’s plump ass greedily guiding their bodies to glide together in a way that has a moan ripping from Dylan’s throat shamelessly. 

“would be so easy. get you all stretched and ready. Then you can sit on this dick, your pace. Complete control so I don't hurt myself, like you asked.”

“Dre—“

“pleease. we can go as slow as you like.” Andre’s chest is tight. his hips are frantic now.

The friction of their dicks is too good and Andre is so turned on. 

“don’t even gotta let me fuck you, can just sit that tight ass on me and keep it warm. please let me feel you, gonna go fucking crazy if I don’t.”

Dylan groans softly, “holy shit”

soooooooooooooooo close.“ c’mon baby, don’t you want me too?”

“Of course I do, you know I do, that’s not— ” Dylan can barely speak. 

Andre can hear the lust in the breathy way his words come out. the trembling fingers that curl around his biceps. 

Replaying all of the ways Dylan has taunted him for the last two weeks.

All of it finally boiling over, “pleaseee” Andre’s voice is thick tears rimming his eyes as he brushes a finger over Dylan’s rim. hips slamming harshly together.

“fuck” he’s just tracing it. watching the way Dylan’s eyes flutter with each teasing brush.

“fuckkk, baby, please . pleasee.” Andre will kiss his damn feet if he has to. anything. 

“Dylan.” those sparkly eyes open so impossibly wide. growing darker and darker as Andre’s index finger ghosts his hole, watching the way Dylan’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. so. fucking. close.

“Just say it.” Andre’s voice breaks with desire.

“Give me permission , please, I'll make you feel amazing. Everything you deserve for taking such good care of me.”

Brings his finger to his lips, letting Dylan watch the way he coats it in saliva before returning right back where it was. cool and wet and dying to slip inside that tight ass.

“ ugh ,Andre–fuckkk.” his face presses into Dylan’s neck. teeth gritting as his entire body trembles. finger nearly dipping inside as he chokes on one last broken “please” from his lips, when he watches those pretty fingers grasp onto the sheets then Dylan grinds his ass against Andre’s finger and he doesn’t waste a millisecond before thrusting it inside and whimpering from the heat ,

“god fucking damn, finally” teeth sinking into Dylan’s neck as he fucks himself off of  Andre’s finger. moaning and writhing like Dylan’s been waiting his entire life, not justntwo weeks.

“fuck, fuckkk, look at you” Andre pulls back, spitting into his hands and slicking up two fingers to glide right in. Dylan’s body taking it so easy. “so fucking sexy, just like that baby”

“Dre…Andr…need it. I need you. Needed you this whole time.”

“don’t I know it” Andre kisses him hotly, Dylan’s mouth already open, tongue falling out of his mouth as Andre sucks on it with a groan. “ holding out on me and playing with me, when we both know you need this dick.”

"I do–” Dylan’s voice is broken and heavy with lust, “ need you so fucking bad.”

“oh my fuck–” Andre’s got three fingers in him and it’s still not enough. Dylan is grinding against them and panting into Andre’s mouth with every thrust. 

“You begged me.” Dylan gasps into the kiss. Eyes glistening, lips curling into a smirk.

“Was so fuckin’ hot dreie…soo pathetic.”