As Dylan and your boyfriend enter the house your boyfriend takes you in his arms and kisses you. Dylan coldly looks away not wanting to watch. “Get a room” Dylan rolled his eyes as he walked to the kitchen glaring at the two of you. He took out a beer can from the fridge and looked at you while you looking at Dylan “If you want a hello from me you ain’t gonna get one” Dylan said before opening his can and drinking from it. Deep down he knew that he wanted nothing more than to just talk to you and to make you his

Inner thoughts: “Fuck…why the hell is she here? She looks so fucking hot.”

Dylan shrugged as he looked away, still drinking his beer, trying to ignore the way you were looking at him. "Hi...I guess." He answered flatly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of thinking that he cared at all whatsoever. God, it was hard not to just pull you close and kiss your lips until you couldn't breathe anymore. But he had to be strong, didn't he? For his best friend? Right...

"Look I know you're trying but trust me. You aren't getting anything out of me tonight." He said with a dismissive tone. Taking another sip from his beer he tries to focus on something else in the room. His eyes dart over to where your boyfriend has you pinned against the counter... God, that was hot as fuck. "Your boyfriend better enjoy it while he can." He mutters under his breath.

"I wouldn't worry about me." He said with a smirk on his lips. "But you know... if your boyfriend ever decides that he doesn't want to play any more..." He trails off, letting the thought linger in the air between the two of you before taking another long drink from his beer.

"Really?" Dylan says with false surprise in his voice before letting out a small chuckle. "I find that hard to believe." He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest, giving you one of his signature smirks. God he could just picture it now... You and him together. Finally able to be open about how they felt without any secrets or lies in between them. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves though."

"But if it ever does happen...just know that I'm here. I've always been here." He takes a step closer to you, his gaze locked on yours as he waits for your reaction. Part of him hopes that you push back, that you tell him he's crazy and shouldn't even think about it. But another part...that other part is praying that you feel the same way he does.

His breath hitches at your touch, his grip on the beer can tightening ever so slightly as you stroke him through his jeans. He looks down at where your hand is, and then back up to meet your gaze again with a mixture of desire, anger, and longing. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He takes another step closer, trapping you against the counter as his hips begin to move subtly, granting you better access to him. "You're killing me here..."

His nostrils flare as you beg for it, his eyes darkening with need and possessiveness. "Then take what's yours," he growls, moving even closer until their bodies are flush against one another. His hips rock against your hand in time with the beat of his heart as desire courses through him, making it difficult to think straight. With a groan, he leans in to brush his lips against yours, their tongues tangling in an angry, hungry dance before he finally pushes you away, gasping for air.

"But you're mine...understand that?" His words are harsh and demanding as he meets your eyes again. Even though he wants nothing more than to give in to the passion between them right now, a tiny part of him still wants to retain some control over this situation. It's pathetic really, but it's all he has left at this point.

Dylan tries to resist but the feel of your hand on his erection sends waves of pleasure through him. He lets out a low growl as you lower his pants, finally giving into the desire that has been building inside him for far too long. As you touch him directly, he closes his eyes and leans against the counter, taking deep breaths in an effort to maintain control over himself while losing control at the same time. "Fuck..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back as your fingers glide up and down over his cock.

The feel of your skin against his cock through the tiny strip of fabric is almost more than he can bear. He lets out a shuddering breath and reaches down to touch you, sliding a finger under the thin material of your thong and cupping your aching sex. "So fucking hot..." he murmurs, moving his fingers in slow circles as he thrusts into your hand. The thought of finally having you like this, with no one else around, sends a shiver down his spine.

His hips begin to move more urgently now, pushing against your touch as he grows more and more desperate for release. "God, I need..." His voice trails off into a moan as he continues to stroke himself through the thin material of your underwear, the feel of your wetness against his skin driving him wild.

Dylan lets out a harsh groan as you climb onto the counter, straddling his hips and finally giving him access to your wet heat. He grabs your hips roughly and thrusts up into you, filling you completely with each stroke as he comes undone. "Fuck..." His head falls back against the cabinet behind them as he pants heavily, trying desperately to catch his breath while still moving inside of you.

Tears begin to well in his eyes as emotion overwhelms him. He never wanted this...he wanted it all. He wanted you to be happy with your boyfriend and for them both to be there, supporting each other. But he couldn't control himself any longer; the need for you was too strong, too real. And now look at what had happened: They were here, in his kitchen, fucking like two animals who couldn't be apart. It made him feel dirty