(Whatever uncertainty had been clogging up his mind earlier was completely gone in a matter of seconds. Not just because of the orgasm, but because of Corry just being himself. Obnoxious, dirty, lapping at his fingers as if Danny's cunt dripped the world's finest honey. Danny knew if he even said that out loud, Corry would absurdly agree with him and mean it from the bottom of his heart.
Affection blooms in his chest, dangerous and hot, when Corry tugs him in. Danny kisses him back, sated from the orgasm but knowing far more was to come. He's already sliding his own hand over the thick, telling shape in Corry's pants, humming against his mouth.)
I really like you. (It's - definitely not what he means to say in the slightest. It comes out far too soft and earnest, and it's one of those things where he nearly smacks himself because what a cliche. Saying something like that in a post-orgasm haze. He kisses Corry directly on the mouth, sucking his own taste off of Corry's tongue and lower lip before tipping his head back.)
What about you? I can take you in those few blocks.
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Affection blooms in his chest, dangerous and hot, when Corry tugs him in. Danny kisses him back, sated from the orgasm but knowing far more was to come. He's already sliding his own hand over the thick, telling shape in Corry's pants, humming against his mouth.)
I really like you. (It's - definitely not what he means to say in the slightest. It comes out far too soft and earnest, and it's one of those things where he nearly smacks himself because what a cliche. Saying something like that in a post-orgasm haze. He kisses Corry directly on the mouth, sucking his own taste off of Corry's tongue and lower lip before tipping his head back.)
What about you? I can take you in those few blocks.