The vibration traveled through their connected mouths, buzzing against Dean's tongue and lips, a tremor that seemed to rattle his teeth. It was a primal sound that cut through Dean's higher thought processes and went directly to the most instinctual part of his brain.
Dean's last shred of control, the thin thread of resistance he had been clinging to, snapped. He let out a desperate, ragged noise that was half a moan and half a sob. His hands, which had been gripping Arion's back, slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of Arion's trousers. He pulled, using the leverage to grind his hips up against Arion's thigh, sending a surge of pleasure through his already aching cock.
When Arion's tongue retreated this time, Dean followed without hesitation. He surged forward, his own tongue sliding into Arion's mouth, emboldened by the raw need coursing through him.
