Dylan's apartment was filled with laughter and good-natured ribbing as he and Michael reminisced about their college days. Michael took a sip of his beer and grinned at Dylan. "Remember that time you tried out for the school play and couldn't remember a single line?"
Dylan rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, I was a little distracted, okay? You were sitting in the front row, and I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
Michael blushed at the memory, his eyes flicking down to his hands. Dylan noticed the subtle change in his demeanor and decided to push his luck. "Speaking of distractions, I have to say I'm really liking your new haircut. It suits you."
Michael's blush deepened, and he ran a hand through his freshly cut locks. "Oh, uh, thanks. I wasn't sure about it at first, but..."
Dylan took the opportunity to move closer, his hand resting on Michael's knee. Michael tensed up, but Dylan could see the desire in his eyes. He leaned in, their faces just inches apart. "Michael," he whispered.
Michael hesitated for a moment, but then closed the distance between them, kissing Dylan with a passion that took his breath away. Dylan wrapped his arms around Michael, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together.
Before he knew it, Dylan was undressing Michael, his hands eager to feel the other man's bare skin. Michael helped him, his own desire overtaking any reservations he might have had. They moved to the bedroom, their clothes discarded along the way.
Dylan pushed Michael onto the bed, climbing on top of him and running his hands over every inch of skin. Michael ran his fingers through Dylan's hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. Dylan trailed kisses down Michael's chest, stopping at his nipples. He teased them with his tongue, making Michael moan with pleasure.
Michael couldn't take it any longer and pulled Dylan back up for another kiss. He wrapped his legs around Dylan's waist, pulling him closer. Dylan entered Michael slowly, taking his time to let him adjust to his size. Michael gasped as Dylan filled him up, but quickly relaxed and started to move with him.
The sex was intense and passionate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. They lost themselves in the moment, forgetting everything except for each other. Dylan reached down to stroke Michael's cock, making him cry out with pleasure. Michael followed suit, and they both reached their climax at the same time.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. Dylan wrapped his arms around Michael, holding him close. Michael looked up at Dylan, a soft smile on his face. "I've wanted this for so long," he said.
Dylan smiled back, kissing Michael gently. "Me too," he said. "This is just the beginning."
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