“This is for you,” Mars told him, kissing him deeply before getting a condom and the lube. After sheathing himself, he oiled two fingers, pushing them through Dylan’s entrance to ready him. “I’d do more,” he said with a grin, briefly touching Dylan’s sweet spot, “but I don’t want you coming quite yet.”
To prove his point, he withdrew his fingers, locking them around the base of Dylan’s throbbing cock. Dylan hissed in dismay until Mars slowly entered him. “Yessss,” he whispered, his gaze going from Mars’ face to his slowly disappearing cock. “All the way—now.”
Not one to ignore a direct order, Mars thrust in quickly, stopping when Dylan grimaced in pain.