Chapter 42: Innocently Unhelpful

Dillon leaned his head back on the couch cushion while he caught his breath. 'Blissed out' was an understatement. When had Tony gotten that good? He supposed that practice truly did make perfect, and Tony must've been a quick learner. He had only knelt for Dillon a handful of times. The fact that Tony swallowed, took him to the base, and cleaned him off on top of everything had him speechless. Things like that reassured him that Tony wanted him. A moment later, he looked back down at him.

"That's how much I want you, haha. So damn hot, dude." Tony smiled.

"Heheh. Ditto, dude. Sorry for the, uh... amount. Actually nah, I'm not. It was too perfect!" Dillon gave a satisfied sigh. "I don't even wanna move."

"Well, that breakfast was perfect. So, y'know, tit-for-tat. I'll clear the plates n' all, you set up the first flick?" He rubbed and patted his stomach happily.

"Yea, you got it. Let's see..." Dillon pulled the list written on a paper bar coaster closer to him on the coffee ta