When Dylan was pushed over the edge, Dave groaned loudly, teetering on the brink for a moment before shuddering on top of the younger man, gasping out his name. Drawing a shaky breath, he returned Dylan's fevered kisses, pressing them against the young man's jaw, neck, chest, just wanting to touch as much as possible as he slowly withdrew. Trying to control his breathing, he pushed Dylan's hair away from his eyes and face, pressing a soft kiss to Dylan's lips and trying not to think about a certain god who would be furious about this newest development.