[Corry had been more than content to sink into the comfortable cuddling that came post-orgasm, Danny especially breathless and loose-limbed, the afterglow making him even clingier than usual. It's become one of his favorite things, lingering in that handful of moments before that damn youthful stamina kicks in and Danny wants to go for round five or six.
But then he says -- that. And something flickers in Corry's eyes: surprise, a touch of confusion, then a hunger so, so deep that it's nearly scorching. Dangerous. He knows how dangerous that feeling is, that desire to take and hold and possess. He knows what it brings, and he'd never force that on Danny. Never. Not unless there were no other choices.
Still, he'd made a promise to himself to never lie to Danny. Not if he could help it. So Corry leans into that kiss, hand sliding into Danny's hair, stroking through the bright, silky strands.] I like you too. [So much. Too much.] And I know you can, but I'm not letting you kneel on the floor with bare knees.
[For someone who goes so rough when he's actually in the heat of the moment, Corry's surprisingly fussy about Danny's comfort. He'll fuck his throat raw, and then insist on hot tea nad lemon afterwards, so he isn't sore. King of aftercare.]
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But then he says -- that. And something flickers in Corry's eyes: surprise, a touch of confusion, then a hunger so, so deep that it's nearly scorching. Dangerous. He knows how dangerous that feeling is, that desire to take and hold and possess. He knows what it brings, and he'd never force that on Danny. Never. Not unless there were no other choices.
Still, he'd made a promise to himself to never lie to Danny. Not if he could help it. So Corry leans into that kiss, hand sliding into Danny's hair, stroking through the bright, silky strands.] I like you too. [So much. Too much.] And I know you can, but I'm not letting you kneel on the floor with bare knees.
[For someone who goes so rough when he's actually in the heat of the moment, Corry's surprisingly fussy about Danny's comfort. He'll fuck his throat raw, and then insist on hot tea nad lemon afterwards, so he isn't sore. King of aftercare.]