[Corry watches quietly, thinking how intensely unfair it is that Danny can make even the most mundane tasks -- sipping a drink, eating fruit -- look absolutely delicious. His thoughts slip again to imagining that perfect, pretty, plush mouth on something else, and it's only Danny's bright grin that keeps him tethered to the moment.] You "think", hm? I suppose you might need some...practical evidence to be fully convinced.

[He lets his hand linger on Danny's face for a moment longer, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw, the soft line of his throat, feeling his pulse racing. The sweet, open innocence in those wide eyes is the kind of thing Corry could get addicted to very, very easily. He's torn between wanting to be gentle and wanting to absolutely wreck this beautiful, blushing boy.]

And I think you're completely unaware of your own appeal. Which works for my purposes, because I don't want to share you tonight. [He stands, slowly, drink in one hand, his other one sliding around to cradle the back of Danny's neck, prompting him to look upwards.] You can make it worth my while by letting me know what you think of that. Of me not sharing you.

[Softer, eyes dragging slowly over Danny's mouth, dragging down too the loose neck of his t-shirt, consuming every glimpse of skin with something almost ravenous:] Of me taking you home tonight.