Season 3 Episode 9 | My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan (Patreon)

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Episode 9: Whatever You Do With Him

Lucien’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He leaned in and kissed me once, deep and unhurried, tasting like wine and restrained hunger. When he pulled back, his hand slid to the back of my neck, guiding me gently but firmly.

“Then come here,” he murmured, voice rich with command.

I moved without hesitation, sliding down between his spread thighs until my knees met the soft rug. Lucien looked down at me, one hand resting lightly on my cheek, thumb stroking my bottom lip like he was memorizing its shape. The city lights glittered endlessly behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I could focus on was the quiet authority in his blue eyes.

“You look perfect like this,” he said softly, voice low and smooth. “So eager for me already.”

My heart hammered. I felt flushed, a little overwhelmed by how different this felt from being with Dylan. Lucien was controlled, patient, almost reverent in the way he touched me. I reached for the waistband of his pants, fingers trembling slightly as I opened them. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already hard and flushed at the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the weight of him, the warmth.

Lucien let out a quiet breath, fingers threading gently through my hair. “That’s it. Take your time. I want to feel every second of this.”

I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth, slow and deep. He tasted clean and slightly salty, the skin smooth. I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Lucien’s hand stayed in my hair, paising me with soft words.

“Look at you, Troy” he whispered, voice husky. “So beautiful on your knees. You have no idea how I have imagined this exact moment all week.”

I took him deeper, working him with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks. Lucien’s breathing grew heavier, but he never lost control. He watched me the entire time, blue eyes locked on mine, murmuring how good my soft lips felt around his cock. The contrast to Dylan’s raw, demanding style was striking. Lucien was elegant even in this, dominant without being rough, making me feel desired in a way that felt almost luxurious.

He grew thicker in my mouth, hips twitching slightly as he neared the edge. “I’m close,” he warned, voice strained but still gentle. “You can pull off if you want.”

I didn’t. I wanted this. I sucked harder, taking him as deep as I could. Lucien groaned low, fingers tightening in my hair, and came with a quiet shudder, pulsing hot across my tongue. I swallowed everything he gave me, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.

When he finally softened, Lucien gently pulled me up, kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. He held me close, one hand stroking my back, the other cupping my jaw.

“You are incredible,” he whispered against my lips. “Come to the bedroom with me. Let me take care of you properly. I want to taste you too. I want you in my bed all night.”

I was flushed and giggling a little from the intensity, still catching my breath. The offer was tempting, dangerously so. Lucien’s hands were warm and sure on my skin, his blue eyes soft but hungry. For a moment I almost said yes.

But I shook my head, smiling softly. “I can’t stay tonight. Dylan is waiting for me at home.”

Lucien’s expression shifted, disappointment flickering across his face, but he was respectful. He nodded once, thumb brushing my cheek.

“I understand,” he said quietly. “One of these dates, though, I will make it impossible for you to leave.”

I laughed, the sound light and a little breathless. “Is that a threat, Mr. Castle?”

Lucien leaned in and kissed me again, slow and deep, like a promise sealed on my lips.

“No,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at me. “It is a promise.”

We stood together for a moment longer, his arms still around me. Then he walked me to the door, ever the gentleman, and called his driver to take me home.

The ride back felt surreal. I could still taste Lucien on my tongue, could still feel the ghost of his hands in my hair. The spark had been real, electric and different. Part of me felt giddy, almost giggling at how the night had unfolded. But another part of me was already excited to see Dylan’s face when I walked through his door. I was coming home to him, just like we had agreed. The new arrangement was strange and thrilling and terrifying all at once.

When the car stopped outside Dylan’s building it was just after two thirty in the morning. I let myself in with the key he had given me. The apartment was quiet, but the living room light was still on.

Dylan was sitting on the couch, shirtless in his underwear, scrolling on his phone. He looked up when I walked in, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“2:30?” he said, voice warm but with that familiar edge. “That’s not bad.”

I smiled back, still tasting Lucien, still feeling the weight of the new agreement on my shoulders.

I walked in, kept my keys on the counter for a second, slipped off my shoes, and padded across the floor toward him. “Back home to you, as promised.”

Dylan smirked and stood up from the couch. His hands found my waist immediately, pulling me flush against him. He leaned down, face burying into the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell expensive.”

I let out a soft hum, arms wrapping around his waist. “Mhmm.”

He stayed there for a moment, nose pressed to my skin, breathing me in like he was trying to read the entire night from my scent. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker than before.

“What did you guys do?” he asked, voice low but steady.

I kept my arms around him, fingers tracing the bare skin of his lower back. “We took a helicopter ride over Paris. The view was insane. Then we went back to his penthouse for dinner. Private, just the two of us. We talked a lot. About LifeInParis, about my dreams, about how he wants to help promote the series in a natural way. It was… nice.”

I paused, feeling Dylan’s grip on my waist tighten just slightly.

“And then?” he pressed.

I swallowed. “We were just sitting on the couch after dinner talking about my LifeInParis dreams… and one thing led to another.”

Dylan’s jaw flexed, but he stayed calm, eyes locked on mine. The jealousy was there, clear in the way his fingers dug into my hips, but he didn’t explode. He just waited.

“And did you kiss him?” he asked, voice rough.

I nodded.

Dylan didn’t say anything. He simply leaned in and kissed me hard. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep, tasting everything that still lingered from Lucien. The kiss was possessive, almost desperate, like he needed to overwrite every trace of the other man. His hands moved up my back, one tangling in my hair, the other pressing me tighter against his body. I moaned into his mouth, melting against him, feeling the heat of his jealousy turn into raw hunger.

When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing hard, he looked straight into my eyes.

“What else?”

I hesitated, heart hammering. “I uh… went down on him.”

Dylan’s eyes flashed. For a second I thought he might get angry. Instead he turned me around and gently but firmly pushed me down onto the couch so I was sitting. He dropped to his knees in front of me, right between my spread legs, hands already reaching for the button of my jeans.

I looked down at him, confused but undeniably turned on. Seeing this big, alpha, straight-presenting guy on his knees at nearly three in the morning, jealous and hungry, made my cock throb hard in my jeans.

“What are you doing?” I asked, a nervous giggle slipping out.

Dylan looked up at me, eyes dark and intense. His voice was low, rough, and full of raw need.

“Whatever you do with him… you come home and do with me too.”

He unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking, pulsing in the cool air of the apartment. Dylan stared at it for a moment, then leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, lips soft but possessive.

I gasped, hips twitching. “This wasn’t part of the agreement.”

Dylan kissed higher, mouth brushing the crease where my thigh met my body. He looked up at me again, eyes locked on mine.

“It is now.”

His breath ghosted over my cock, hot and teasing. I was leaking steadily now, the head glistening. Dylan’s mouth hovered there, so close I could feel the warmth of every exhale.

“So you’re going to suck me off because I sucked him off?” I asked, voice shaky.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

I swallowed hard. “And if something else had happened between us?”

Dylan kissed my balls, slow and deliberate, tongue flicking out to taste me. “Then we would have done the same thing.”

I moaned softly, ass lifting off the couch. “Even if I came home late at night?”

Dylan took one of my balls into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling around it. His voice vibrated against my skin as he answered.

“Especially then.”

The sensation was overwhelming. I pulled my ass higher off the couch, a loud, broken moan escaping my lips as Dylan worshipped me on his knees, jealous and devoted and completely mine in this moment.

“Dylan… aah shit…” I moaned as his mouth sucked in both my balls.

I looked down at the man who had dominated me for so long, the one who had fucked me senseless night after night, pinning me down and claiming every inch of me with raw power. And now here he was… on his knees between my spread thighs, jealous and hungry, sucking my balls with the same intensity he usually used to fuck me. His mouth was hot and wet, tongue swirling around my balls while his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place like he refused to let me go.

Is this progress? I wondered. Does this mean Dylan is changing?

He had never been on his knees for me before. At least, not like this. Not in such a submissive jealous manner. For months he had kept me as his secret, his hidden pleasure, the one he fucked hard but never acknowledged in the light of day. And now, after I told him I had sucked another man’s cock, he was down here, jealous and devoted, worshipping me like he needed to prove something to both of us.

This was new. This was him trying.

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