The music in the club fades away almost entirely and all Danny can really focus on is the shape and warmth of Corry's mouth on his hand. Danny stares at him, mouth slightly parted in mute surprise, and he can feel something deep down in the pit of his chest shift permanently. That awestruck look was in full force now, his eyes unblinking, staring up at Corry as if Corry had just tipped his world on its axis.
Which, in truth, he might as well have done.
It's funny because the rational part of him realizes that this could and probably was just a sex thing. Logically it made sense plenty of people would be fine sleeping with trans people and did so on a regular basis. But another part of him realized most people wouldn't bother with delivering that information in such a careful way, especially after such an embarrassingly vulnerable ramble like he'd spewed.
And especially not with a guy like Corry who was undeniably older, hotter, probably wealthier (which, really, everyone was wealthier than Danny), and far more experience. There was nothing really for him to gain from Danny and if he just wanted to fuck him, Danny was plenty willing enough that he didn't exactly need the effort of Corry's kindness. And Danny knew that the culture of gay men, queer men, was often blunt and to the point without any frills and with a certain harsh truth.
But there is none of that here. He realizes he's blushing hard and he winds up finally looking down, his heart going a mile a minute.)
You...(His voice trembles for a second. Then he's looking back up at Danny, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face.)
Really talk like a total sap.
(But there's a certain glittering adoration on Danny's face, and he winds up pulling his hand away from Corry's grip. A moment later and he's closing the space between them, leaning up onto his toes, hands clenching up the front of Corry's shirt, and he kisses Corry right on his mouth.
It's a surprisingly soft kiss given the heat between his thighs, but it's a kiss of open appreciation and a promise: I'm yours as long as you want me.
He breaks the kiss, still on his toes, grin growing.)
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The music in the club fades away almost entirely and all Danny can really focus on is the shape and warmth of Corry's mouth on his hand. Danny stares at him, mouth slightly parted in mute surprise, and he can feel something deep down in the pit of his chest shift permanently. That awestruck look was in full force now, his eyes unblinking, staring up at Corry as if Corry had just tipped his world on its axis.
Which, in truth, he might as well have done.
It's funny because the rational part of him realizes that this could and probably was just a sex thing. Logically it made sense plenty of people would be fine sleeping with trans people and did so on a regular basis. But another part of him realized most people wouldn't bother with delivering that information in such a careful way, especially after such an embarrassingly vulnerable ramble like he'd spewed.
And especially not with a guy like Corry who was undeniably older, hotter, probably wealthier (which, really, everyone was wealthier than Danny), and far more experience. There was nothing really for him to gain from Danny and if he just wanted to fuck him, Danny was plenty willing enough that he didn't exactly need the effort of Corry's kindness. And Danny knew that the culture of gay men, queer men, was often blunt and to the point without any frills and with a certain harsh truth.
But there is none of that here. He realizes he's blushing hard and he winds up finally looking down, his heart going a mile a minute.)
You...(His voice trembles for a second. Then he's looking back up at Danny, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face.)
Really talk like a total sap.
(But there's a certain glittering adoration on Danny's face, and he winds up pulling his hand away from Corry's grip. A moment later and he's closing the space between them, leaning up onto his toes, hands clenching up the front of Corry's shirt, and he kisses Corry right on his mouth.
It's a surprisingly soft kiss given the heat between his thighs, but it's a kiss of open appreciation and a promise: I'm yours as long as you want me.
He breaks the kiss, still on his toes, grin growing.)
I like it. (I like you.)
Let's dance.