(The joke gets a relieved sort of laugh from Danny, mostly because it served as a nice distraction. Corry is ridiculously charming with his effortless comebacks and unfairly handsome face. He had a nice smile, Danny decided. Something that was equal parts attractive and inviting.
When his shirt is removed, Danny has to ignore the immediate urge to hunch over himself and wrap his arms around his chest. Old habits die hard. His only saving grace in life was that he had never had a big chest to begin with, but there used to be something. Still, he manages to keep his back mostly straight and keeps his hands from moving to cover himself by fidgeting with the waistline of his pants instead.
Then Corry's voice demands his attention and it works beautifully. His eyes snap up to Corry's face and Danny's whole body goes still. It isn't until he's kissed again that he begins to truly relax. Between Corry's skilled mouth and warm hands, Danny sinks into the moment. Corry could have anyone, anyone at all, and could have just as easily rejected Danny several times over by now. But he didn't.
He didn't.
Along with trembling comes swiftly hardening nipples and pricked skin. He really has never had even this, and it's electrifying to have someone's hands gliding over him so effortlessly. Like he was actually-)
--Hhh... (A soft noise escapes him at the compliment, color rising into his cheeks. Normally he might fight on that front, but nothing could be further from his mind right now. The velvet-smooth kiss was breaking him apart, his arms winding around Corry's neck, pulling himself up against Corry's body, burrowing himself against the harder, defined planes of Corry. Instead of it making Danny feel self-aware, he just feels as though molten lava has been poured through his veins and he's on fire.
He pulls away from the kiss, with reluctance, but only so that he can push his pants and underwear down both in one effortless motion, pushing them to the side. He moves away from Corry then, backing up carefully until he can sit at the edge of the bed. He has his legs squeezed together, something both elegant and shy in his pose, the way he puts his hands on the bed behind him, leaning slightly to the side with his head tipped.)
Really?
(There's a small smile on his face. He had ashy blonde hair down below, somewhat thick, but it didn't hide the fact that his clit was far more prominent than most, a thick nub already swollen and red. He slides himself across the bed until he's against the headboard. Then he pulls his legs apart, allowing his cunt to be on full display, lips already glistening and puffed from arousal. Danny hesitates a second before reaching down, using his own fingers to spread himself open even further.)
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:49 pm (UTC)When his shirt is removed, Danny has to ignore the immediate urge to hunch over himself and wrap his arms around his chest. Old habits die hard. His only saving grace in life was that he had never had a big chest to begin with, but there used to be something. Still, he manages to keep his back mostly straight and keeps his hands from moving to cover himself by fidgeting with the waistline of his pants instead.
Then Corry's voice demands his attention and it works beautifully. His eyes snap up to Corry's face and Danny's whole body goes still. It isn't until he's kissed again that he begins to truly relax. Between Corry's skilled mouth and warm hands, Danny sinks into the moment. Corry could have anyone, anyone at all, and could have just as easily rejected Danny several times over by now. But he didn't.
He didn't.
Along with trembling comes swiftly hardening nipples and pricked skin. He really has never had even this, and it's electrifying to have someone's hands gliding over him so effortlessly. Like he was actually-)
--Hhh... (A soft noise escapes him at the compliment, color rising into his cheeks. Normally he might fight on that front, but nothing could be further from his mind right now. The velvet-smooth kiss was breaking him apart, his arms winding around Corry's neck, pulling himself up against Corry's body, burrowing himself against the harder, defined planes of Corry. Instead of it making Danny feel self-aware, he just feels as though molten lava has been poured through his veins and he's on fire.
He pulls away from the kiss, with reluctance, but only so that he can push his pants and underwear down both in one effortless motion, pushing them to the side. He moves away from Corry then, backing up carefully until he can sit at the edge of the bed. He has his legs squeezed together, something both elegant and shy in his pose, the way he puts his hands on the bed behind him, leaning slightly to the side with his head tipped.)
Really?
(There's a small smile on his face. He had ashy blonde hair down below, somewhat thick, but it didn't hide the fact that his clit was far more prominent than most, a thick nub already swollen and red. He slides himself across the bed until he's against the headboard. Then he pulls his legs apart, allowing his cunt to be on full display, lips already glistening and puffed from arousal. Danny hesitates a second before reaching down, using his own fingers to spread himself open even further.)
Even here? (He is bold.)