[There's that wide-eyed look again, still and cautious and hopeful all at once, like Danny wants to trust what Corry's offering him, but he doesn't quite know how. It's almost innocent, but far from naive, and it makes Corry all the more determined to make this the best night of Danny's life. He wants to impress, which isn't normal for him -- often he just coasts along, letting his objective good looks do most of the work.
But not this time. Danny sinks against him, all heat and eagerness and sweetness, and Corry wants to use every trick, every skill, wants to shatter this boy and put him back together, over and over again. There's a soft huffy sound when Danny steps away, but Corry can be patient, against all evidence. It's worth it, too -- he gets to see Danny climb onto the bed, momentarily demure with his knees pressed together, before he scoots back and spreads his legs and gods almighty Corry's never moved so fast.
He's on the bed in an instant, leaving his shirt in a pile on the floor, gaze nearly predatory as he closes the space between them. He wants to touch everywhere, wants to kiss that cocky, bold look right off Danny's face, wants to make him scream. But he settles for pausing between Danny's spread thighs, hands on either side of his waist, reaching down and grabbing that teasing hand, drawing it up. Without looking away, Corry slowly slides his tongue over the fingers that Danny had been touching himself with, pulls them into his mouth and sucks slow, lingering, savoring that taste.]
Baby, you have no idea. [It's murmured as he lets Danny's hand free, rising up on his knees and unbuckling his pants, then slowly pushing them down and off -- no underwear, he's that kind of guy. He's also the kind of guy they write romance novels about, thick and cut and long, half-hard and already resting heavily against his thigh. Much as he wants to move forward, Corry pauses, tilting his head to one side, arching both eyebrows expectantly. Waiting for approval]
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Date: 2024-01-11 01:58 am (UTC)But not this time. Danny sinks against him, all heat and eagerness and sweetness, and Corry wants to use every trick, every skill, wants to shatter this boy and put him back together, over and over again. There's a soft huffy sound when Danny steps away, but Corry can be patient, against all evidence. It's worth it, too -- he gets to see Danny climb onto the bed, momentarily demure with his knees pressed together, before he scoots back and spreads his legs and gods almighty Corry's never moved so fast.
He's on the bed in an instant, leaving his shirt in a pile on the floor, gaze nearly predatory as he closes the space between them. He wants to touch everywhere, wants to kiss that cocky, bold look right off Danny's face, wants to make him scream. But he settles for pausing between Danny's spread thighs, hands on either side of his waist, reaching down and grabbing that teasing hand, drawing it up. Without looking away, Corry slowly slides his tongue over the fingers that Danny had been touching himself with, pulls them into his mouth and sucks slow, lingering, savoring that taste.]
Baby, you have no idea. [It's murmured as he lets Danny's hand free, rising up on his knees and unbuckling his pants, then slowly pushing them down and off -- no underwear, he's that kind of guy. He's also the kind of guy they write romance novels about, thick and cut and long, half-hard and already resting heavily against his thigh. Much as he wants to move forward, Corry pauses, tilting his head to one side, arching both eyebrows expectantly. Waiting for approval]