Every surrounding sound seemed to fade into silence in Dylan's ears as he was there, face close to Sebastian's, their lips locked together.
His head rang with a chaotic chorus, his heart thumping loudly against his chest, while his hands remained idle at his sides, almost frozen.
'No, this shouldn't be happening,' echoed faintly in his mind.
But as Sebastian's tongue skillfully maneuvered its way into his mouth, and Dylan, without resistance, granted him access, those thoughts gradually dissolved, growing weaker with every passing second.
Sebastian's senses had also clouded over.
At that moment, he wasn't thinking about restraint or consequences. He wasn't pretending. He was fully immersed—sucking, nibbling, and devouring Dylan's lips as though he had been starving for it.
