Dexter yelps as hand latches around his wrist and pulls him into a closet.
He tries not to cry out, tries not to attract unwanted outside attention, as he is shoved into the hanging perfume-smelling coats while Foster's hot mouth attaches to his throat; kissing and biting and doing everything right to make Dexter moan and beg.
"Please...Please..." He whimpers while Foster's teasing hand slides up his shirt to tweak at a nipple while the other presses the growing bulge in his pants.
"You'll have to be quiet," Foster huskily groans, pressing flush against Dexter's tall form while grinding his erection into a trembling thigh. "We don't want my mother to hear us."
A strangled cry dies out in Dexter's throat, horror and lust coupling in his mind; the risk of getting caught is doing strange things to his body and he can't wait any longer for Foster to be inside him.
"I'll be quiet, just hurry!" He trails sloppy kisses over Foster's face while swiftly, fumbling, undoes his lover's fly.
Foster chuckles, loving the eagerness in his Dex, and hopes his mother takes a very long time making those sandwiches.
-Dexter
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