For the first time since everything that had happened, he finally had a space where he could think alone without distractions.
"A birthday gift…" he murmured under his breath as he began taking off his clothes slowly, his fingers lingering absentmindedly on the fabric. "What could it be?"
Standing there with the light spilling fully across his body and no one else around, he could clearly see the evidence of last night's deeds.
His skin was marked, bite marks scattered across his body. Every single one of them spoke of the pleasure he had received, the sheer intensity of the night.
"Fuck…" he muttered softly, almost breathless, as the memories came rushing back.
The way Sebastian's hands had gripped his waist, holding him down… the way his tongue had traced slow, deliberate paths across his nipple, then lower… much lower… the way his hands had parted his cheeks, exposing his butthole, Dylan could still feel it, as though it was happening all over again.
