No? There go my plans for showing off by bringing in live swans and fireworks for my final act. [Corry chuckles in amusement, stepping out of his own shoes and pausing to slide off his jacket while Danny kicks off his shoes. That wide-eyed blinking is -- incredibly charming, but that might just be the fact that Danny has the biggest, brightest eyes Corry thinks he's ever seen.
But he can also see the slight tension in the young man's shoulders, the way he braces himself as Corry carefully lifts his shirt up and off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. It's subtle, but definitely there, tangible when Corry reaches out to smooth a hand over the elegant line of Danny's collarbone, curling around the back of his neck and tugging him a bit closer.] Hey. Eyes on me, yeah? [No disappearing into your own head, Danny.
Once they're almost chest-to-chest, Corry leans down, kisses Danny again, this time slower, lingering, tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, bold but unhurried. His free hand reaches out, strokes over Danny's shoulder, his chest, lingering and learning the subtle contours of each muscle, feeling the way he shivers as Corry's thumb brushes against a nipple, then curls around a hip, stroking up and down all that soft, perfect skin.]
You're perfect. All right? [Between kisses, between Corry's tongue soft and warm and slow in Danny's mouth.] Absolutely perfect.
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Date: 2024-01-10 05:27 am (UTC)But he can also see the slight tension in the young man's shoulders, the way he braces himself as Corry carefully lifts his shirt up and off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. It's subtle, but definitely there, tangible when Corry reaches out to smooth a hand over the elegant line of Danny's collarbone, curling around the back of his neck and tugging him a bit closer.] Hey. Eyes on me, yeah? [No disappearing into your own head, Danny.
Once they're almost chest-to-chest, Corry leans down, kisses Danny again, this time slower, lingering, tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, bold but unhurried. His free hand reaches out, strokes over Danny's shoulder, his chest, lingering and learning the subtle contours of each muscle, feeling the way he shivers as Corry's thumb brushes against a nipple, then curls around a hip, stroking up and down all that soft, perfect skin.]
You're perfect. All right? [Between kisses, between Corry's tongue soft and warm and slow in Danny's mouth.] Absolutely perfect.