Wait time was over. They both had accepted the non-verbal compromise, which was confirmed by the quick nod he gave Tony before he removed his shirt. In his anger, he felt a pang of happiness to have one who could communicate with him without words. It was a little scary how much one knew the other's thoughts.
Tony took in the sight of Dillon with his head down, completely subservient in body language. Patience was something he ran out of a while ago. Enough with the appetizers, bring on the main dish. 'Get ready, my guy. I'll be holdin' back but it may be a lot for yer first time. I'll see you through it, though. Promise.', Tony thought to himself. After he admired Dillon
Dillon knelt in front of Tony as his head was held down. Now this was a real man. It was so awesome. Dillon didn't think he had
Dillon obeyed and Tony thrust down to the base in one quick stroke. Tony held him there for a moment while he struggled. Dillon loved how Tony not only didn't give a shit about his gags and wretches, but went even harder when he heard them. 'Merciless ecstacy.' It's like Dillon was in a world of absolute lust. Tony still wouldn't let him up as he started to push in a
After they had both calmed down and caught their breaths, Tony stood up and grabbed Dillon's arm. That surprised him and he jumped. He didn't like to be touched without warning for reasons he didn't want to think about that moment. What would he do? Tony shot him a confused glance, then leaned down and pressed his shoulder into his belly, arms around his waist. Dillon's jaw hit the floor as Tony lifted him with little effort in a fireman's lift. This bastard was strong!
October 31st, 2010: Sunday: Autumn~~~~~~~
After a minute, the apron began to get in Tony's way, so he untied the back and threw the excess over Dillon's shoulder. While Dillon might believe otherwise, Tony thought that he was blessed with some nice equipment and he had a
"Uh, I- uhm... I'm actually happily with someone... I-I can't..." He said awkwardly. "Nothin' against you at all, you know how bangin'
After a beat or two, Dillon let him go and returned to the food on the stove. Tony smiled back at him, then looked over and saw the mound of bacon, sausage, and scrapple on a paper towel lined sheet pan. He reached out and grabbed a few of each despite Dillon's protests and quickly retreated to the living room. As he munched a perfectly fried piece of scrapple, Tony