Alcohol is a funny thing↠ dylmas

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A pair of lips moving against the other's skin. Dylan travelled Thomas' body with soft and wet kisses, his tongue tasting a hint of salty because of the sweat.

He didn't know how they got there, his mind was just a blur of memories that had just happened minutes ago. Every time he blinked, something changed - although he was aware of almost everything that was going on. He enjoyed the way Thomas moaned and brushed his fingertips on his bare back. He loved having Thomas exactly like he imagined him in his wildest dreams or fantasies. The way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way his touch was electrifying, it had Dylan breathless and craving for more. But it was like that; every time he blinked, something changed.

Blink, Dylan was going up to feel Thomas' sweet lips again. Blink, he was taking the blonde's pants off. Blink, Thomas was over him unbuttoning his jeans while sinking his teeth into his flesh, which now felt hot and sweaty. Blink, Dylan looked straight into those brown eyes and sobered up for a minute, wondering if Thomas was drunk or not, if he knew what they were doing or if he was going to regret it in the morning. He asked himself if Thomas was capable of realizing about his feelings, of seeing through him and reading his mind, of noticing that he wasn't doing this because of the alcohol; he might be drunk, yes, but he also was being sincere in all his actions.

"Dyl..." Thomas mumbled and Dylan kissed a soft spot on his neck that drove him crazy and made him talk nonsense. Their mouths met again, teeth colliding and tongues fighting, strangled moans coming from the back of their throats.

It wasn't just lust, it was something deeper, something Dylan had always tried to refrain from, and now it was impossible; his body was doing what his subconscious mind wanted and it was okay, 'cause he wasn't resisting either. The only question lingering inside his head was if Thomas felt the same - and he didn't know how he was able to even think at that state - but he couldn't help it, the insecurity was taking the best of him. He didn't want to be a one night stand to Thomas; he wanted to show him how much he loved him through this honest act, but he kind of feared of not remembering anything the next morning.

He felt his boxers being taken off, the foreign but nice touch of the blonde's hand over his hard member taking him to heaven and back. His eyes rolled back in his head and then he smiled, biting on his lower lip to contain the groans that wanted so desperately to slip through his lips.

No words were needed and Dylan was glad about that. He opened his eyes and came across Thomas' big chocolate ones, so he stared at them: the desire was visible, but he was praying to find something else inside them, perhaps love. Dylan was praying Thomas could see what he felt as well.

Thomas' lips connected one more time with Dylan's neck, his lips feeling so fucking good to Dylan; that British boy was driving him nuts and he didn't even know it.

"Oh my god..." Dylan whispered and Thomas flashed a little smile that made Dylan feel fascinated. Thomas was pumping up and down his member, and all Dylan could do was have a firm grip of his back and sink his nails into his skin, leaving small red half moon marks that remained there for a few seconds. "F-fuck," he hissed, his voice louder.

"Dyl, you've got to be quiet," Thomas murmured softly, a grin plastered on his face. He stopped what he was doing to Dylan down there and Dylan groaned. "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" 

In some sort of way, just from hearing Thomas's accent Dylan got more turned on than he was seconds ago. He kissed the blonde hungrily, a sloppy kiss, while Thomas kept working his dick until he got Dylan asking for more.

Things happened really fast, and there were moments where Dylan thought he was dreaming because it was almost surreal. A whole new sensation travelled through his spine; so foreign, and it wasn't exactly pleasure. One of Thomas' fingers was inside of him, feeling like a twinge, really horrible and uncomfortable. Although, from time to time it got better, and after adding another finger he couldn't contain his moans.

To both of them it was better than they imagined, even if Dylan thought it hurt like hell at first. Thomas tried to be delicate, so careful of not doing any harm and minding Dylan's pleasure rather than his own, so he took his time entering the brunette, the latter noticing and assuring him he was fine. Well, at first, it was a lie because the pain didn't cease... A few minutes later, it was the truth because the pain was replaced by pure pleasure.

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked Dylan near his ear as he stopped moving, caressing one of the legs that were around his torso.

"I'm fine," Dylan answered looking directly into his eyes and nodding.

"Are you su-"

"Oh my God, Thomas." Dylan laughed, and then brought the boy closer by the neck for a kiss. He also rolled his hips, a very nice feeling that had them moaning almost immediately. "Now, move." He added, voice full of lust.

And so Thomas obeyed. He started thrusting in and out, a so slowly painful rhythm that soon gained speed, and they both wanted to almost scream from pleasure - especially Dylan, he was the more vocal one. The best of it all was the tenderness, the soft touches, feeling nearly as if they were completing one another.

And it happened that way: blink, Dylan thought he could touch the sky and clouds with his fingertips. Blink. He kissed Thomas one more time, rested his head on the older's chest and thought he couldn't be happier before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, a tiny smile upon his lips.

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I feel satisfied with this, but I had such a hard time writing it 'cause I just couldn't find the perfect words to use, though I wanted it to be light smut haha. Sorry for taking so long, but here it is! :)