“Strip,” Dylan commanded, stepping back. “Please?”
Mars laughed, quickly taking off his clothes. “I liked the dictatorial bit.”
Dylan almost replied, “I learned from a master,” meaning Tommy—then decided now was neither the time nor place to bring his past into the picture. “I’ll remember for next time,” he said instead, giving Mars a gentle push, which landed him on the bed. Dylan followed immediately, sprawling over his lover. He glanced toward the window, saw there was still some sunlight, and decided they had time to play before getting down to business. So, beginning with Mars lips, Dylan kissed and nibbled his way down to Mars hard cock.
“Damn it,” he said, looking up at Mars.
“Right pocket,” Mars told him, shaking his head. “It’s a good thing one of us plans ahead.”
From there, need and nature prevailed and as the sun finally vanished, they exploded in virtually simultaneous orgasms.