Assassin [dylmas]

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It was all dark and Dylan felt cold sweat dorps on his neck. He saw Thomas in blood and dead in his mind and he nearly got a panic attack. He tried to catch his breath and switched the light on. A escond later he saw Thomas on the bed, the boy was alive and Dylan sighed with relief, but then he glanced at the boy again and blinked a few times.

„Don't you like it?" aksed Thomas and Dylan hid a giggle.

The boy was lying on the bed in a diva like pose dressed in a white shirt, black tights with a lot of holes and high heels.

„Ym... may I ask what's that about," Dylan removed his hand from the gun.

„Surpise I guess," Thomas blushed.

„Oh," Dylan giggled.

„I look stupid," Thomas got up from the bed and nearly grabbed his balance on the heels.

„You look ok," Dylan smiled. „What was it for," he asked stepping closer.

„I wanted to show you my girly side. I thought you might be bored with me, or miss girls, or want something more adventureous," Thomas looked away.

„Your'e so stupid, and so adorable in one," Dylan grabbed his waist and his neck as Thomas was way taller than him in the high heels.

„Thanks for the compliment, it sucks like always," Thomas giggled. "I'm going to take it off," he said trying to walk to the bathroom but Dylan grabbed his waist tighter stopping him.

„No way babe. I always wanted to have sex wit a boy in high heels" Dylan tried not to lugh.

„You see you're mean," Thomas blushed.

„But I love you," Dylan sucked Thomas' neck gently. "So do you have leather underwear," he aksed quietly.

„No," Thomas was red beyond measures. "I'm wearing my regular black boxershorts"

„That's good," Dylan bit his lips to not to burst out with loughter

„You're still making fun of me," said Thomas.

„No babe," Dylan pushed him against the bed.

He slowly unbuttoned Thomas' shirt and kissed the buy's cheat leaving red marks here nad there.

Thomas gasped for air. Dylan grabbed the boy's butts and Thomas moved his legs around him. They collapsed on the bed loughing loud.

They started to kiss more and more passionately and Dylan felt he's hard before hes even undressed the boy. He cursed at himself in his mind, he had spent the nights getting drunk while he cloud have sex with Thomas.

„Can I remove this, I want you to be left just in high heels," whispered Dylan grabbing the tights and putting his effort into removing them with Thomas' boxershorts. Thomas blushed hard. Dylan threw the tights behind him and put the high heels back on Thomas' feet kissing his ankles.

„Should I feel like Cinderella," asked Thomas.

„You better than every princess ever," Dylan smiled spreading the boy's thights and slowing the movement of his lips down when he placed passinate kisses along the boy's legs. He left a sky of hickeys on his tights and moved further up taking his boyfriend french way.

Thomas laid down moaning loud. He was never able to stand this kind of pleasure for too long.

„What if I'll make a hickey on your. . ." asked Dylan.

„What?" Thomas couldn'y speak through his blurry visions.

„Don't hate me for it love," Dylan moved his hed to the side and sucked at the bottom of Thomas' most intimete part.