❦growing❦ COMPLETED

prove it

dylan was silent, silent with a million words in his wake. but only two slid out

"prove it."

"you want me to..." I'm sorry- Thomas was a bit more than confused.

"prove it, Thomas. show me." Dylan meant in no way to be seductive, but it sure came out like that as he encircled his arms around Thomas's neck and shoulders, their faces adjacent enough they could feel the warm breath of each other.

and when I say, that's all it took, that's seriously all it took for Thomas to full force kiss Dylan. and y' know... maybe Dylan wasn't suspecting just that. but he was by no means going to complain, especially when Thomas's hands felt so incredibly right sliding down his back.

for some reason...he found him self caring less and less about noise as Thomas and he blundered to the nearest wall, Dylan slightly wincing as his head hit the concrete.

"sorry." Thomas's hot breath rushed into Dylan's mouth, and he quickly found himself addicted to the man up against his own body. the brunette could only huff in response, feeling something warm and wet shoot in, not caring what it was but liking the feeling. the warm and wet configure scoured all through his mouth, entangling with his tongue when he finally realized what it was.

Thomas's tongue was in his mouth.

the notion made his knees weak, and he gripped tighter around the taller boy, feeling himself drop his weight;

to which Thomas grunted softly, a hand massaging Dylans thigh. this was... surreal. maybe a bit odd to anyone coming in, but to them, they were claiming what was rightfully theirs; and had been before this all.

they didn't think to kiss each other would just be so magical, though it did look animalistic and hungry, definitely lustful, their brains were going haywire with compliments, and intense feelings, thinking about how they never wanted to stop, thinking about how magnificent the other was. mutual respect was non-verbally known as they floundered onto the bunkers couch, Thomas practically howled invertedly at the little snuffs Dylan was making, both of them giggling onto each other's lips, felt the vibrations cogitate throughout their being, and it honestly filled them with so much warmth it was hard to care about what was going to happen next. 

Thomas's soft graze trailed up Dylan's side, sending goosebumps through his cautious being. The brown haired boy let out a breathy moan as Thomas's tongue worked magic in his mouth then down to his neck. his neck rolled to the side without even really thinking about it, but arching his back when he found Thomas had better access. one hand was lazily twirling a piece of hair on the blondes head as he moaned out incoherent words whenever Thomas would bite down in the right places, or suck on that one spot.

there would definitely be several love bites in more places than just his neck.

maybe... he's done this before... just not with Thomas. not with someone he really... loved. someone who was irreplaceable. it was different now, only because everything he did counted. only because Thomas would have to be the one to hear what Dylan was saying, what he was doing... all that jazz.

the britt seemed to pick up on Dylan's hesitance, slowly pulling back to see the quandary. "what's the problem?" he panted gentle, noses brushed and foreheads pushed together.

"this is different..."

"how is it-"

"it just is..." Dylan closed his eyes, his arms dropping slightly for his hands to be able to tangle in Thomas's already messy hair. he heard Thomas swallow, and opened his eyes, bringing Thomas's lips down. moments like this...

these heart-pounding moments, intimate and everything they've ever wanted.

with these thoughts in mind, Dylan connected their lips so soft and light.

and yeah, maybe Thomas still wanted to snog Dylan absolutely senseless, but as he slowly slid the brunette's shirt up, hearing the small gasps he let out... he figured they'd have time for it later. he figured... this was their first and definitely not their last.

so they made the best of it. shedding shirts, and pants and... eventually their boxers. it was just the two of them, with raw affection thrown both ways. 

dylan was so unlike anything Thomas has had before, he didn't like being loud. he wanted things to be equal. he wasn't bossy. he liked it gentle. he liked Thomas. dylan loved the way Thomas would role his hips mid thrust because that's just what made his heart stutter.

he didn't care if Thomas did anything his past lovers did because it was still different. it meant different things, and it looked different, and it felt different, and it was just different... always.