(Danny loved the darkest parts of the web and had spent a good chunk of his life fascinated with the macabre. If he knew what Corry truly was, all it would do is make him that much more attracted to the man. Which is impressive considering how much more handsome Corry actually is under proper lighting.

And now that they are alone, he's actually soaking Corry in completely. The club's dark lighting and the back of Corry's car hadn't done him nearly enough justice.)

So you're rich. (As fuck. It isn't a question, but there is no real judgment on his face either. His sister was obsessed with dissecting the rich and he knew that it was probably more complex than just being a financial advisor, but he doesn't bother pointing that out.)

Well, I want you to take advantage of me a little bit. (He turns to Corry just the same, his mouth in a crooked grin at Corry's assurance. It's actually sweet.)

Oh, trust me. I'm not walking out of this building with my virginity intact. (He moves forward, sliding his hands up and over Corry's chest and leans up onto his toes to give him a surprisingly soft kiss all things considered. He holds onto him then, just hanging off him, rocking a bit against him.)

Besides, you do kinda owe me at least one orgasm.