[Honestly, Corry isn't sure which idea he dislikes more -- Danny going home alone and unappreciated or Danny going home with someone who wouldn't treat him anywhere as good as Corry could. That face, those eyes, that mouth -- honestly, Corry's pretty sure there won't be a single thing about Danny that he won't immediately want to worship. The gentle slope of his back, his waist beneath his loose clothes, the languid way he rolls his hips are all enough to confirm that.

But the idea of someone else here, with their hands sliding down Danny's body, resting just above his ass, then slipping down to squeeze once, possessively -- yeah, okay, maybe Corry dislikes that idea more. He doesn't want to share. It's irrational and bordering on absurd, but part of him wants to make tonight so indelibly magnificent that Danny remembers him forever.

For now, though, he pulls Danny a little closer, hands traveling back to his ass, ducking his head to murmur against his ear:] You're making it very difficult to be patient until we get back to my hotel, darling. Is that on purpose? Because I wouldn't mind getting on my knees for you in the bathroom, just to take the edge off...