“Come back here,” Apollo halfheartedly demanded as Dylan sped away.
And okay, there was something weirdly freeing about racing through the house like this. His younger self woke up and took a look around and liked what it saw, liked this chance to forget for a while. Maybe Dylan was right and he did need more fun.
Breathless, they both sped into Dylan’s room, reaching for the door lock at the same time.
“Eager?” Dylan brushed a kiss across his jaw.
“You have no idea.” Apollo claimed his mouth in a kiss that tried to say thank-you for waking up his playful side, tried to invite Dylan to play more. And Dylan got with the program, licking and nibbling exploring. Kissing wasn’t supposed to be this...joyous, but with Dylan it totally was, every time.
Wanting more of that bubbly feeling, Apollo pushed Dylan onto the bed, dragging his ass to the edge so that Apollo could kneel in front of him.
“Hey. Whoa.” Dylan tried to shove at Apollo’s shoulder. “I had plans—”
“So do I.” Apollo licked down the side of Dylan’s shaft. Apollo had figured out on the weekend that Dylan was uncharacteristically self-conscious about getting blown, usually distracting him into doing something else, but this time, Apollo was determined to give him this. “There a reason why you don’t like oral?”
Dylan shook his head and propped himself up on his elbows. “It just always feels weird, being the center of attention. I like giving better. In fact—”
“Weren’t you just going on about how I need to have more fun? This totally counts as fun for me, so how about you let me have my entertainment?”
“Fine.” Dylan flopped down on the bed again. “But I probably can’t shoot this way.”
“Aren’t you the same guy who swore up and down he couldn’t come untouched?” Apollo laughed as he stroked the base of Dylan’s thick cock. “Excuse me if I need to test this theory out for myself.”
“Things are...different with you.” Dylan gasped when Apollo licked at him again.
“Same here,” Apollo said honestly. This sort of fun was something he’d never really had much of. Or all the talking in bed that Dylan seemed to favor. And the rest of it...somehow it all felt new and different. Apollo figured he should feel guilty about that, but instead, all he could manage was gratitude. Gratitude that it didn’t dredge up old memories. Gratitude that it felt so good. So right. Gratitude that he got to play with this amazing creature, even for a little bit.
Lowering his head, he sucked the head of Dylan’s cock into his mouth, loving how it made Dylan moan. Apollo liked sucking cock, liked the power it gave him over his partner, loved the heft and stretch of a cock like Dylan’s filling his mouth, pushing every other thought out of his head beyond this cock and this man and what he could make both feel.
Two decades—Jesus, he really was getting ancient, wasn’t he—of practice meant that he could easily relax his jaw around Dylan’s girth, take him in deep. Experimentally, he stroked Dylan’s balls while he teased with his tongue along the underside of the cock.
“Yeah,” Dylan whispered. “Like that.”
Apollo released Dylan’s cock so that he could dip his head lower and give more attention to the fuzzy orbs. He licked at first, softly, teasing to see how much contact Dylan liked.
“Unngh.” Dylan thrashed, but didn’t jerk away, so Apollo carefully sucked one side into his mouth. “Oh my fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Oh yeah. Apollo loved a guy who was both sensitive here and who would let Apollo play. Slowly jacking Dylan’s cock with his fist, he licked and sucked and tortured Dylan until his hand came down on Apollo’s head, urging him on.
“If you liked that, you’ll love this,” Apollo growled in a husky whisper, using his hands to urge Dylan to pull his legs back.
“Uh...wait.” Dylan all but squeaked as Apollo snaked his tongue under Dylan’s balls headed south.
“Yes?” Apollo traced the thin skin there with the tip of his tongue.
“I’ve never...that is...it’s never really come up...”
“Never been rimmed?” Apollo was surprised at that, as much sexual bragging as Dylan liked to do. “That’s a shame.” He looked up at Dylan and winked. “And something to correct.”
A strange warmth spread upward from his abs. He kind of liked being the one to show Dylan something for a change, liked being the first in a primal sort of way. And he fucking loved doing this, loved rimming his partner into an incoherent mess, loved the sounds he could coax out with his lips and tongue.
“Umm.” Dylan still resisted Apollo’s urging to rearrange his legs.
“Let me try this? If you hate it, I’ll stop, but give it a chance?”
Dylan was silent for a long moment where Apollo was certain he was about to refuse, but then whispered, “Okay,” and spread his legs further. Unexpected tenderness welled up in Apollo at the sight of Dylan, usually so brash and confident, uncertain and almost shy.
Determined to make this extraordinary for him, Apollo licked his balls again, taking his time to tease before tracing a deliberate, yet slow path to his rim.
Dylan’s body tensed, then shuddered as Apollo flicked with the tip of his tongue, keeping his movements feather light at first. Gradually, he deepened the contact, licking and kissing, finding all the spots that made Dylan whimper.
“Mmmph.” Dylan’s next sound was muffled, and when Apollo looked up, he was biting the pillow. Oh yeah. That was exactly what Apollo liked seeing. Dylan’s strong, capable thighs trembled under Apollo’s grip as he encouraged Dylan to open more, let him explore more.
Dylan released a shaky breath. “Oh. Fuck. I had no...fuck.”
Apollo took that as tacit permission to take things up a notch, working the tip of his tongue against the tight ring of muscles, starting to tongue-fuck him in earnest now.
“Oh holy shit.” One of Dylan’s hands came down hard on Apollo’s neck. He welcomed the bite of that grip, the urgency in Dylan’s voice. “I...fuck. Feels like I could...fuck.”
Apollo laughed before resuming his work. “Love making you babble. And if you want to come, you go right ahead.” He eased a finger in along with continuing to lick and suck.
“Want you to fuck me. Now. Please. Now. Hard.” Dylan was back to biting at the pillow and his other hand had a fistful of sheets.
“Yeah?” Apollo nipped at a particularly sensitive spot that made Dylan thrash. Never one to stay passive long, Dylan reached for the nightstand and practically threw the condoms and lube at Apollo.
“Now. Right now. Before I lose my mind.”
“But you losing your mind is so fun.” Apollo grinned at him before wiping his face off with a corner of the blanket. “Love watching that.”
“You’re evil,” Dylan moaned, eyes riveted to Apollo’s dick as he took care of the condom.