“Fuck it, Family Guy?” He asked. I could see every detail. He stared at me devilishly as I laid with my arms up, exposing the only hair on my torso, the small patches in my armpits. The tension in the room was so high. Dylan took both of my hands and held them above my head with just his left hand. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, before moving and biting down on my shoulder, and I felt cum start to explode from his dick. We looked at each other for a moment, softly panting, before I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. It was dead silent, assuring me that no one else was home. Everything felt perfect in this moment. We couldn’t help our lips meeting as we grinded our aching crotches together. He said nothing either, all I could feel was him gently breathing in perfect time with me. My body moved on it’s own, reaching out to feel the warmth of his touch. Dylan switched on the light, and we kicked off our shoes like everything was normal.
