Chapter 6: Just Us

  As usual, Dillon handled the prep well. Whenever they were intimate in the traditional sense, they always wanted to see each other so Dillon laid on his back. Once the prep was done, Tony gently guided his legs outward and lined himself up with his entrance. At that angle, he leaned over Dillon and used his arms to prop himself up and he leaned further down to kiss him tenderly. It soon deepened and eventually, they were both impatient enough to separate so Tony could guide himself in. Of course, he always made sure to be incredibly light of touch in the beginning, even if they built up to quick and rough once Dillon adjusted. That time though, Tony had decided to take the gentleman's route and love him passionately. 

  It was also his way to make it up to the kid. Tony had really jumped to conclusions and his shouts had frightened him. That said, in the past Dillon had used tricks like that to ignite his envy. Either way, he overreacted. It was his birthday and he just wanted to have fun and love on his guy. As Tony pressed in slowly, inch by inch, Dillon noticeably steadied his breath and furrowed his brow with soft, breathy moans. It had been a little while since they'd been intimate on that level, so he was unbelievably tight. So tight, hot, and perfect that he could hardly think enough to kiss back as Dillon caught his lips.

  "Nuh, f-fuck- slower, slowslowslow- that's it," Dillon breathed as felt him fully seat himself inside him. For several minutes, Tony didn't move a muscle so they could both adjust to the change in sensation. 

  "God- fuck, Dill, shit! Tell me when to move- yer doin' so fuckin' well for how long it's been. Ahh goddammit, so tight!" It took him way longer than he'd care to admit to piece the words of those sentences together. 

  His body was totally fixated on the tightness of the body below him, while his mind was completely transfixed with how madly in love with the person in that body he was. Thank God, the universe, or whoever, for Dillon. It was impossible for him to imagine the brat not in his life. The best part was that such an incredible, wonderful person belonged to Tony in every way imaginable. Even his body he gave to him to use as he pleased. Eventually, Dillon gave him the green light to move, but he gave it another few seconds just for good measure. At first, he set a very slow pace and rolled his hips as gingerly as he could. Honestly, if he set too quick a pace, he wouldn't last long at all.

  "I missed you so much, dude- mmhmm, ahh!" Dillon gasped as Tony slowly pushed in as far as he could as he angled his hips up slightly. That must have got him right in the prostate, because he closed his eyes and laid back as he let out a groan hot enough to make any porn star blush. "Fuck, best reminder ever, heheh," he added in a huff as Tony continued to push in and out. 

  "Same here- ahh yea, hangin' in there alright?" He asked, though if he went by the brightness of Dillon's smile, the intensity of his blush and the heat and love in his eyes, and the sounds he made he was better than alright. 

  "Fuck yea, man- I can take more, Sir-"

  "-No, I'm not Sir right now, I'm Tony. It's my birthday, 'n I wanna love you just like this," Tony said with a fond smile as he leaned down for another kiss. "No roughness, no rush, just us."

  "I… really like that, actually- Fuck, c-can you do that again? Please?!" Dillon begged as he angled his hips up again.

  The look on his face anytime Tony hit his prostate was perfect and would forever be etched into his brain. Surely Dillon thought the same about his face the few times he'd been on the bottom. Very gradually, he picked up his pace and added a little more force to his thrusts. It was by no means rough, but he wanted Dillon to feel him. He wanted him to feel and remember that he belonged to Tony. Like hell he'd let some asshat, fuckboy waiter touch his Dillon. 

  It wasn't long before both their vocabularies were reduced to grunts and moans. The entire time, he maintained a modest pace and tried his best to whisper words of encouragement to Dillon. It was quite difficult to do that with such pleasure around him, especially as he started to feel that sweet pull of euphoria develop deep in his loins. As he looked into Dillon's eyes, he couldn't help but fall closer to the edge when he saw the pure love in his eyes. Those beautiful, bright eyes made of ridiculous amounts of blue fire that were all his. 

  The final thing that nudged him over the edge was the sensation of Dillon's climax as it shot onto his stomach and chest. Incredibly, he'd only briefly stroked himself before he grunted and dug the nails of his left hand into Tony's back as he rode the pleasure wave. Dillon's climax made his muscles tighten around Tony, which finally made him finish. The weight of the sheer pleasure hit him like a train. All he could do was grunt and try to push in infinitely deeper. It seemed to go on forever, so strongly that after he came down from the high, he was somewhat sore even. Dillon seemed to be in the same boat and they were both out of breath. That, in Tony's humble opinion, was the best time they'd had thus far. 

  "Goddamn, Tony… Fuck, my feet are crampin' 'cause my toes were so curled. That was wild. Maybe the best we've had so far-" Dillon started, but Tony interrupted excitedly.

  "Yooo! I was just thinkin' that. See? You belong with me, yer already linked up with my brain and can apparently read my thoughts real-time," he finished with a coy smirk. 

  "Fuck, the jig's up, huh? Yea, I can read 'em, so you best not have any filthy thoughts for me to see, heheh." 

  "Well, I can try, but you'll probably see some pretty filthy stuff starrin' you. Instead of Pornhub, my mind is Dillonhub," Tony said smoothly as he leaned down to kiss down his neck and behind his ear again. 

  "Hmhmhm, well if it's me, I guess I can push through it. I'll take a premium membership, please and thank you," Dillon smiled with a wink

  Despite the fact that he just climaxed, Tony's state of arousal hadn't changed much. In fact, as he looked down and saw he was still fully inside Dillon, he got an idea. Tony had told him he wanted to show him nobody else could love like him, so he might as well prove nobody could love him as much. What was better than round two with no break in between? If Dillon had been spent after the first round, he sure hid it well, since he was at peak arousal as soon as Tony started to move slowly again. 'Fuck, still so tight!' He thought as he adjusted the placement of his hands to prop himself up more securely.

  "Guh, fuck- wait, what-" Dillon started with a slightly confused smile as Tony started to pick up his speed.

  "-I told you, nobody can love you like I can. I made yer toes curl, now it's time to make you see heaven, heheh," he replied with a breathy laugh as he bent his elbows and leaned down to kiss him. All the while, he continued to roll his hips, slowly but deeply. The small whimpers and grunts Dillon let out were enough to consume his mind with lust for the second time that hour.

  "I'm game- ahh yea! But please go faster? Please, I wanna feel you later too," Dillon said as he ran his hands up and down his back. 

  When he heard that, Tony adjusted his hands again as he repositioned his knees and leaned gently forward more. That position gave him fantastic leverage to really get a quick rhythm. It had him, if possible, even more on fire when he locked gazes with Dillon. The intensity of the blue flames that made his irises stood out starkly again the dark pink blush he had on his face and upper chest. In them, Tony could see pure, unadulterated love, ridiculous pleasure, and tremendous happiness. So why, if the kid felt all those things, did he feel like he saw the shadow of something akin to guilt or sadness flash across his features? It was only there for a moment, but he didn't miss it. 

  While he wanted to know what that mystery emotion was, he decided to let Dillon share what was on his heart on his own terms. If it was bad enough, he'd surely come to Tony, right? The look of love and happiness was back in the kid's eyes, so he pushed the thought out of his mind and refocused on the there and then. Already, Dillon's muscles had started to tense around him and he could tell when the pitch of his moans increased slightly that he was close to his first ever glimpse of heaven. Tony wanted to take it a step further though, so he readjusted his position again for maximum leverage and snapped his hips at an upward angle. 

  The change in angle, speed, and intensity forced a gasp and a groan from Dillon. It was music to his ears. Dillon's vocabulary was reduced to cries, grunts, and moans as Tony pistoned in and out of him at a brutal pace. The entire time, their gazes stayed locked. All Dillon could do when he fell over the edge for the second time was shake and close his eyes. By the look of it, his pleasure was so intense that he was somewhat overwhelmed by it. Exactly how Tony had wanted it. The thought that he was successful caused him to reach climax a moment later. The strength of his second orgasm caught him completely unawares. It was so intense that he had to remind himself to breathe.