One hand had to come up to cover his mouth as Dave tried - and failed - to hold back a moan as Dylan's mouth quickly enveloped him. The other hand stayed in Dylan's hair, fingers curling tightly in the strands as little sounds of arousal and pleasure escaped from between his lips and his fingers. A quick glance told him that the waitress was busy and he canted his hips up toward Dylan's mouth slightly, needing more, needing to take Dylan back to his apartment where they could be as loud and free as they wanted to be.