[Objectively, on paper, it's a terrible idea for Danny to go home with anyone who's a) older, b) bigger and stronger or c) someone he met less than an hour before. Corry knows that, and while he's definitely pleased that he's the one who Danny's with, there's still a slight protectiveness flaring in his chest at the idea that someone else could've gotten to him first.
So he doesn't hold back, now that they're in the car, warm and dark and rumbling, privacy screen up between the driver and the backseat. Corry chuckles at the joke, fingers curling around Danny's thigh, squeezing firmly, then loosening and sliding up the inside of his leg.]
Patience, darling. My hotel's not that far away. Then I can show you just how capable I am of keeping that promise. [Stamina is something Corry has in spades, a combination of practice and good genetics. The arm around Danny's shoulders tucks him closer, nestled against Corry's side, so it's much easier to touch him. Corry lets his warm palm linger right at the apex of Danny's thighs, pressing upwards, feeling the heat of him even through the multiple layers of cloth.]
Or maybe I like teasing you. [Corry slips his hand up, then, towards Danny's stomach, slowly sliding under the waist of his pants. He lingers for a moment, fingers slowly stroking lower, until he can see firsthand if Danny's as wet as he claimed.] Maybe I think you'd look fantastic begging for me.
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Date: 2024-01-07 03:57 am (UTC)So he doesn't hold back, now that they're in the car, warm and dark and rumbling, privacy screen up between the driver and the backseat. Corry chuckles at the joke, fingers curling around Danny's thigh, squeezing firmly, then loosening and sliding up the inside of his leg.]
Patience, darling. My hotel's not that far away. Then I can show you just how capable I am of keeping that promise. [Stamina is something Corry has in spades, a combination of practice and good genetics. The arm around Danny's shoulders tucks him closer, nestled against Corry's side, so it's much easier to touch him. Corry lets his warm palm linger right at the apex of Danny's thighs, pressing upwards, feeling the heat of him even through the multiple layers of cloth.]
Or maybe I like teasing you. [Corry slips his hand up, then, towards Danny's stomach, slowly sliding under the waist of his pants. He lingers for a moment, fingers slowly stroking lower, until he can see firsthand if Danny's as wet as he claimed.] Maybe I think you'd look fantastic begging for me.