Eoin

“No dying allowed,” he almost growled, the words coming out a bit more intense than he’d meant them too. He lapped and teased Eoin’s hole, wanting to drive him mad. It had been too long since they’d done this. When he had Eoin panting he sat up and wiped his mouth. “You know what’s the best thing about having a masochist for a fiance?? He smirked and pulled a paddle out of the bedside drawer and brought it down on Eoin’s ass. “I get to do this,” he chuckled, smacking Eoin’s ass again. “Perfect pet. God so fucking hot.” Dylan ran his hand over the red spots, soothing Eoin’s skin and then flicked his exposed balls, not hard, but hard enough. “I love you.” He stroked himself, watching Eoin struggled against the ropes squirming. “Do you want my cock, Pet?” He taunted Eoin, pressing his finger into his hole and stroked his own cock.

Eoin nodded weakly to the 'no dying' comment, almost beyond words as Dylan licked at him, leaning into the touches as much as he could, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. He blushed fiercely as Dylan mentioned his masochism; the other boy didn't hurt him that often but when he did, damn was it good. He groaned at the slaps to his ass, loving the way his skin felt warm and raw. He figured that was it, but then Dylan flicked his sensitive balls and Eoin yelped with surprise and pleasure. "I love you too," he replied easily. "But please, please fuck me sir. I'll do anything," he begged as Dylan teased his hole.

Txt: Oh, Silas. I love you too, and Balto will be devastated without his favorite uncle and number one hat provider. I’ll come visit, anytime. And you’re welcome in California also.

Txt: Do you really think that he won’t be getting hats sent to him like every week?!  I’ve always wanted to go to L.A. as soon as Wyatt gets sick of me I’ll beg him to let me come visit. Or, who knows, we might end up out there for college. We don’t plan to stay over seas past summer.

Txt: he still won’t really be happy unless he gets to show them off to you:) and oh my god you definitely should come out there for college!

Txt: Well there is no way Sir will be able to resist me, you and Balto all pouting, so I think the chances are good. UCLA is definitely one of the ones we applied too, so we’ll see!

Txt: Not sure Wy ever cared much for Balto but okay:) and omg can you imagine if we were classmates

Dylan chuckled lightly as he saw Eoin’s hips bucking. “Such a needy pet. I love it, “ he mused, running his nails down Eoin’s chest to his cock, stroking him hard. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Let me see that ass.” Dylan hiked up Eoin’s legs, essentially bending him in half, legs up toward the ceiling. “Hold yourself there.” Quickly, he jumped off the bed and grabbed some rope and returned. He lashed Eoin’s legs up, rope binding him to the head board by the ankles. “Perfect.” Dylan dipped down, his tongue running over Eoin’s ass, expertly lapping at his hole the way only a long time lover can.

Eoin nodded, chewing on his lower lip. "Always needy for you," he agreed, leaning into every touch Dylan gave him. He cried out in surprise and desire as Dylan bent him so dramatically and tied him to the headboard, the helplessness and immobility immediately sending blood rushing south. "Fuck!" He exclaimed as Dylan licked over his clenching entrance, wanting to push closer but the ropes ensuring he couldn't. "Gonna be the death of your poor fiancé," he joked weakly.

Txt: Oh, Silas. I love you too, and Balto will be devastated without his favorite uncle and number one hat provider. I’ll come visit, anytime. And you’re welcome in California also.

Txt: Do you really think that he won’t be getting hats sent to him like every week?!  I’ve always wanted to go to L.A. as soon as Wyatt gets sick of me I’ll beg him to let me come visit. Or, who knows, we might end up out there for college. We don’t plan to stay over seas past summer.

Txt: he still won't really be happy unless he gets to show them off to you:) and oh my god you definitely should come out there for college!

Txt: of course, Silas. Any time. I’ll always be there for you and he.

Txt: I love you, Sir. You’re the best person I’ve ever met in my whole life, seriously. I’m going to miss you so much, and Balto, of course. Sir will be here soon to come get me and I’m going to be so happy but also so sad to leave. I’m going to convince him to fly you and Dylan out to Italy to come visit.

Txt: Oh, Silas. I love you too, and Balto will be devastated without his favorite uncle and number one hat provider. I'll come visit, anytime. And you're welcome in California also.

Txt: Yeah. But you’ll take care of him.

Txt: I absolutely will. I’m still going to call you for advice though. I hope that’s okay.

Txt: of course, Silas. Any time. I'll always be there for you and he.

Eoin chuckled. “Damn, you saw through him,” he replied lightly before Dylan was pulling him into the suite and pushing him on the bed, Eoin’s cock immediately taking an interest in the proceedings as he was manhandled a little roughly. “Mm, love you too,” he agreed. “But fuck do I want that.” He wrapped his legs loosely around Dylan, pulling him closer. “Please.”

Dylan smirked and sat up, straddling his fiance. He looked over the other boy a moment, descending that what he was wearing wasn’t anything that looked to nice and just pulled it open. Buttons flew everywhere and Dylan shrugged. “Never really liked that shirt anyways.” His hands moved down, quickly undoing his pants and pulling them off roughly. “Much better.” He pulled his own polo over his head and shimmied out of his pants before roughiy pushing Eoin up on the bed and digging out some cuffs to cuff Eoin to the headboard.

Eoin's eyes widened as Dylan ripped off his shirt, never having realized how hot that could be until it happened to him. "Fuck," he murmured, fingers fisting in the material of Dylan's shirt to pull him closer before he had to let go and let Dylan get naked. He was surprised at how dominant Dylan was being after the relatively sappy evening, but he was definitely, absolutely on board for it. "Please sir," he begged, whimpering as his wrists were locked to the headboard, hips bucking helplessly.

Txt: And I always felt guilty I wasn’t right for him. I’ll never stop loving him, even if it’s not the same.

Txt: You two are silly. I’m sure you have a special spot in his heart too, Eoin.

Txt: Yeah. But you'll take care of him.

Txt: Thanks:)

Txt: Welcome. Can you believe we’re out on here soon? 

Txt: definitely not. It almost makes me a little sad. But then, you know. California.

“You know, if it weren’t for my fear that Balto might be an evil genius disguised as a dog and poised for world domination, I’d have proposed a lot sooner,” he teased back, smirking. “Oh it definitely does. Dylan pulled out his key card and opened his room, pulling Eoin inside and directly to the bedroom where he pushed his fiancé back onto the bed and crawled over him. "I love you, but I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he whispered, nibbling Eoin’s ear and reaching down to paw at his crotch.

Eoin chuckled. "Damn, you saw through him," he replied lightly before Dylan was pulling him into the suite and pushing him on the bed, Eoin's cock immediately taking an interest in the proceedings as he was manhandled a little roughly. "Mm, love you too," he agreed. "But fuck do I want that." He wrapped his legs loosely around Dylan, pulling him closer. "Please."

Txt: Oh yeah, I forgot you were robbing the cradle. So exciting! I can’t wait to tell Sir, he’ll be so happy for you.

Txt: you…you think he will be?

Txt: Of course he will be. He always felt guilty he wasn’t right for you.

Txt: And I always felt guilty I wasn't right for him. I'll never stop loving him, even if it's not the same.

Txt; You too.

Txt: Thanks:)

Txt: Oh yeah, I forgot you were robbing the cradle. So exciting! I can’t wait to tell Sir, he’ll be so happy for you.

Txt: you...you think he will be?

Dylan shot Eoin a look of terror. “He doesn’t have opposable thumbs, so that can’t ever happen, right? Right?!” Dylan gladly let his hand slip into Eoin’s, spinning the ring with a finger and smiling. “I love you too. So far…it’s perfect so far. Not done yet. Not until you’re cumming harder than you ever have before.”

Eoin grinned ominously, pressing a kiss to Dylan's cheeks. "That's what you think. I suspect he's a genius dog. Insane, but genius. You never know what he could come up with." He groaned at the suggestion, pulling Dylan in for a proper kiss. "That had better go both ways."

Not school.

Fair.

So. Ready. For. Summer.

So am I. Anything specific you want to do in summer?