[Corry lets out a soft, rough exhale, nearly a growl, one hand up under Danny's shirt, thumbing down the notches of his spine, settling at the small of his back.]

And maybe I don't want to share a single thing about you tonight. [His free hand comes up, cradles Danny's chin, holds him still effortlessly, taking in his heated gaze, those perfect parted lips. Thumb tracing Danny's lower lip, Corry rocks forward, presses flush against Danny and murmurs:] The only one who gets to hear how sweet you sound when you come is me.

[Then, with a smirk, Corry ducks down, kisses Danny again, this time slow and deep and filthy, tongue curling into his mouth, opening him up. It lingers, heedless of the music, not caring for anything except Danny in his arms, the way he sounds, the way he tastes. Corry pulls away, but only enough to ask:] Ready to get outta here, darlin'?