(Corry's hands felt warm and heavy. Danny felt small in front of the other man, but not in a bad way in the slightest. One of his hands curls at the back of Corry's neck, thumb stroking over warm skin. His other hand rests against Corry's shoulder, feeling the curve of muscle. Corry was so much better looking in the light. Danny couldn't quite look away, his eyes round and in mute awe.)
It wouldn't work anyway. I appreciate your integrity. (He's teasing him a little, mouth quirking back up. One that's lost in that addictive, deeper kiss than they really got to enjoy. Danny was starved for more too but it isn't until Corry's tugging on his shirt that it dawns on him that most people need to get naked to have sex. Which is a given, but he forgot. He blinks owlishly.
He toes off his boots, leaning down to slip his socks off, kicking both aside.)
If you want. Just, y'know. (Keep your expectations low. He didn't really have scars, but he felt scrawny and awkward still, like hitting a second puberty but a few years too late.)
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It wouldn't work anyway. I appreciate your integrity. (He's teasing him a little, mouth quirking back up. One that's lost in that addictive, deeper kiss than they really got to enjoy. Danny was starved for more too but it isn't until Corry's tugging on his shirt that it dawns on him that most people need to get naked to have sex. Which is a given, but he forgot. He blinks owlishly.
He toes off his boots, leaning down to slip his socks off, kicking both aside.)
If you want. Just, y'know. (Keep your expectations low. He didn't really have scars, but he felt scrawny and awkward still, like hitting a second puberty but a few years too late.)