I should start insulting you more often. Humble you or something. (Because that pout is unfair. How the hell should a grown man look like that? Danny had been so mystified by how enthusiastic Corry was about going down on him. He knew guys bitched and moaned about going down on girls all of the time, and Danny had just figured - well.
He hadn't been sure what his sex life would ever look like. Finding the right kind of guy had always been abstract. He had always figured he'd backpack around Europe and Asia, playing music, maybe finding a guy or two who didn't care what was below his belt, and that was that.
But Corry was proving him wrong at every corner and he's almost positive that- that maybe...His little crush wasn't entirely in vain. At the very least, Corry didn't seem intent on getting rid of him or shooing him away the moment after they came. He nibbles on his lower lip, watching Corry, mulling the offer over. Between the invitation to New York City and now to stay the night...)
I'd like that. (He says it a bit too softly for someone who was sitting there without any underwear.) You'll have to give me something to wear though. Out.
(He absolutely wasn't going to wear just his sweater out in public. No, this was a treat for Corry alone.)
Definitely brunch. I'm really not a morning person. (He was a night owl through and through and often didn't even bother waking up until late in the afternoon.
Being called a good boy makes Danny practically bloom. There's a healthy blush that crosses his face and into his ears.)
Yes. (There's the urge at the tip of his tongue to tag on a snarky little "Daddy" at the end of that sentiment, but he's feeling a little dazed by the 'good boy' thing still.)
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He hadn't been sure what his sex life would ever look like. Finding the right kind of guy had always been abstract. He had always figured he'd backpack around Europe and Asia, playing music, maybe finding a guy or two who didn't care what was below his belt, and that was that.
But Corry was proving him wrong at every corner and he's almost positive that- that maybe...His little crush wasn't entirely in vain. At the very least, Corry didn't seem intent on getting rid of him or shooing him away the moment after they came. He nibbles on his lower lip, watching Corry, mulling the offer over. Between the invitation to New York City and now to stay the night...)
I'd like that. (He says it a bit too softly for someone who was sitting there without any underwear.) You'll have to give me something to wear though. Out.
(He absolutely wasn't going to wear just his sweater out in public. No, this was a treat for Corry alone.)
Definitely brunch. I'm really not a morning person. (He was a night owl through and through and often didn't even bother waking up until late in the afternoon.
Being called a good boy makes Danny practically bloom. There's a healthy blush that crosses his face and into his ears.)
Yes. (There's the urge at the tip of his tongue to tag on a snarky little "Daddy" at the end of that sentiment, but he's feeling a little dazed by the 'good boy' thing still.)
Sometimes, anyway.