[It had been a careful, thoughtful sort of transformation from Danny being instinctively resistant about his body being worshipped (as it deserved) to Danny insisting that Corry do just that as often as possible. It had been a process Corry was, quite frankly, honored to undertake, because someone as gorgeous and responsive as Danny deserved to feel every bit of pleasure he possibly could. Still, it's not one he takes for granted, either.

Which is why he eagerly laps up everything Danny gives him, working his climax out longer with skillful, practiced thrusts of his fingers, his tongue, before easing back, albeit reluctantly. His tongue flicks against Danny's clit once more, drags slow and flat and heated over the length of his cunt, before Corry finally sits back on his heels and makes a show of licking his fingers clean.]

There. Much better. [It's not a question this time, because Corry knows his talents damn well. He settles back onto the seat, tugging Danny back against his side, kissing the corner of his panting, breathless mouth, affectionately.] Catch your breath, sugar, we got a couple more blocks. Didn't wanna make you wait to get the edge taken off.