Dylan pulled his mouth away when he could feel him getting close, lips moving back near his ear. Hot hard breath fluttering his hair, he murmured, "Yeah, c'mmon, break for me. I wanna feel you come."

And then he was, even if the words hadn't been an order, just growled coaxing. He hadn't needed to push him, not any more than he already had in the first place, making him woman, making him wet, fucking him, and -- oh God, speaking of balls tightening, the feel of Daniel's cunt pulsing around him was enough to make his hitch up, so close. A few more shallow thrusts followed, and then with a long, low cry, he was breaking too, spilling into him suddenly, almost jarringly.

He'd find his words in a minute. For now, he just dropped his head to Daniel's shoulder, trying to catch his breath. It was harder than it should have been, him still twitching around him. Fuck.