I like it too. I like it even better when you fuck me while I'm in one of your shirts. (There was just something undeniably satisfying about the whole thing. Danny generally preferred keeping a shirt on, especially when sleeping, and so he wound up in Corry's shirts more often than not.
It was a mutual struggle, truthfully. Danny was possessive and jealous in his own way. He just didn't know how to actually act on any of it without seeming clingy or demanding. He didn't want to push Corry away, and although he was a guy, he grew up with girlhood and his mom's wary judgment of his aunt, and it was practically engrained into him how guys could be with this sort of thing.
He liked to think Corry wasn't like that, but they had also never really talked about anything officially either. He wasn't ready to risk hearing something discouraging. But he soaked up any affirmation or encouragement he could get- and he got a lot of it.
Like right now. He's trying to concentrate on what Corry is asking, knows that it probably is technically important, but he had become sensitive to Corry mouthing at his jaw and neck. Danny rocks himself against the obvious outline of Corry's cock, rutting himself against it for some relief. Danny laughs a little, nose crinkling.)
I think I'd rather edge you. (Sometimes Danny hated dragging out an orgasm- but mostly because he almost got angry or weepy which was probably the whole point. But then the punishment...That gets an actual tremble from Danny.)
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:49 pm (UTC)It was a mutual struggle, truthfully. Danny was possessive and jealous in his own way. He just didn't know how to actually act on any of it without seeming clingy or demanding. He didn't want to push Corry away, and although he was a guy, he grew up with girlhood and his mom's wary judgment of his aunt, and it was practically engrained into him how guys could be with this sort of thing.
He liked to think Corry wasn't like that, but they had also never really talked about anything officially either. He wasn't ready to risk hearing something discouraging. But he soaked up any affirmation or encouragement he could get- and he got a lot of it.
Like right now. He's trying to concentrate on what Corry is asking, knows that it probably is technically important, but he had become sensitive to Corry mouthing at his jaw and neck. Danny rocks himself against the obvious outline of Corry's cock, rutting himself against it for some relief. Danny laughs a little, nose crinkling.)
I think I'd rather edge you. (Sometimes Danny hated dragging out an orgasm- but mostly because he almost got angry or weepy which was probably the whole point. But then the punishment...That gets an actual tremble from Danny.)
...I don't think I'd hate that.