His silent voice.

"W-wait! Someone's comi- ah!" Dylan's gasps were muffled with a kiss that made his legs go weak. "Want me to stop?" The whisper made him shudder. "...no, b-but there's-" "Then be a good boy and focus on me. Spread your legs." Hot sex and a domineering top that could mess him up with just the flick of his finger, that was Dylan's dream guy as a college student. But that dream could only stay one for a virgin like him, despite his wild fetishes, he could only settle for staring at handsome faces walking the streets of campus and not actually approaching them. Guys without the looks, the package, the voice, the smell, and one night stands were options he'd long scraped off his list. Fussy much. Yes, he knew. But what happens after all his fuss, he falls in love at first sight with his new neighbor who was his perfect type, only to get heartbroken at the sight of his girlfriend. He gets drunk at his college party, sleeps with a complete stranger who gives him the wildest night of his life, yet doesn't remember a single thing the next day. He would've kept on with his life without a care, except he keeps getting flashes of the previous night with no memory of his partners face. While on the hunt for who he'd given his life savings to, his family gets invited to a housewarming dinner. He gets introduced to the neighbor's sons who were just around his age. Twins? And an older brother. One of them being dumb(unable to speak) and the other two completely fine. Now he finds himself in a bind as his instinct tells him, he's slept with one of the brothers. But which of the Waltson's had he slept with?!