(Run away from your regrets and it will always work out fine. Probably. Maybe. Danny himself was a professional at just trying to ignore everything and drown it out with things like clubbing and music, and now, apparently, going home with tall, dark, mysterious strangers who had a gorgeous face and an unfair voice.

The attention to his clit gets a deep moan from Danny, his hips rising up off the seat and he's actually on the verge of throwing a real fit, but then the car is slowing down. He watches Corry lick his finger in a dazed way, his pupils completely blown.

He surges forward, bringing their mouths together in an almost-too hard kiss. Then just as quickly, he's leaning back, his eyes practically sparkling.)

You better live up to all these expectations. (He smirks, comfortably still in Corry's space, looking down at him from his position on his knee now.)

Because from what I hear, a lot of guys think they're way better than they actually are.

(He slides back away from Corry, helping himself out of the car. He peeks his head back down, smiling wider, nearly catlike.)

I'll make sure to be more critical than usual.