I like everything better when it involves me fucking you. [Corry nips harder at Danny's neck, one hand slipping out from under his sweater and moving up to slide into his hair, stroking through the silky, bright-bleached strands, then tugging back -- firmly, but not harshly, just enough to encourage Danny to arch his head back, give Corry better access to his throat.] On that, we agree.
[And then there's that tremble, the shiver that runs up Danny's spine, the way he pauses to consider it, the slow rut of his hips down against Corry's steadily-hardening cock. Danny still isn't good at asking for things -- guarded, careful, which is reassuring whenever Corry's away. He knows Danny's more than smart enough to keep himself safe by himself.
But he doesn't come straight out and ask for things, especially not in bed. There's still that air that this is all too good to be true, like Danny's just trying to enjoy the attention and not make demands. But every time Corry's careful exploration and questions gets close to something that hits just right, Danny goes shivery and quiet, voice silky and soft and sweet. It's one of the most addictive things Corry's ever experienced.
And this is, apparently, a way to get more of that reaction. He keeps his grip firm in Danny's hair, his other hand gripping tight at the young man's ass, keeping him from grinding down too hard, from getting too much relief from the movement. Corry's voice stays soft, searching, against the bright marks he's left scattered over Danny's throat.] Is that the same as you thinking you might like it? I need you to say it for me, gorgeous. I need to hear what you want me to do.
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[And then there's that tremble, the shiver that runs up Danny's spine, the way he pauses to consider it, the slow rut of his hips down against Corry's steadily-hardening cock. Danny still isn't good at asking for things -- guarded, careful, which is reassuring whenever Corry's away. He knows Danny's more than smart enough to keep himself safe by himself.
But he doesn't come straight out and ask for things, especially not in bed. There's still that air that this is all too good to be true, like Danny's just trying to enjoy the attention and not make demands. But every time Corry's careful exploration and questions gets close to something that hits just right, Danny goes shivery and quiet, voice silky and soft and sweet. It's one of the most addictive things Corry's ever experienced.
And this is, apparently, a way to get more of that reaction. He keeps his grip firm in Danny's hair, his other hand gripping tight at the young man's ass, keeping him from grinding down too hard, from getting too much relief from the movement. Corry's voice stays soft, searching, against the bright marks he's left scattered over Danny's throat.] Is that the same as you thinking you might like it? I need you to say it for me, gorgeous. I need to hear what you want me to do.