(It's a bit nerve-wracking to see that initial look of surprise, but Danny can't really blame Corry. They didn't say stuff like this, and part of him is relieved when Corry plays along. He knew that Corry liked him, that they liked spending time together, and he was okay with that. It was better than an accidental confession that spurred a heavier discussion and possible (probable?) rejection.
So he smiles, relieved, taking it in the most platonic sense humanly possible, and he's not sure if Corry's showing him mercy or just genuinely responding, but Danny's just grateful to still be against Corry. Warm and solid.)
Yeah, but I can ride you. Which wouldn't mean my knees on anything but the seat.
(Or- something. Corry's concern has always been mystifying and endearing especially because it is in such contrast to how rough he could be otherwise. He squirms against Corry, pressing up against him, minxlike and desperate to please.) I want to make you feel good too.
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So he smiles, relieved, taking it in the most platonic sense humanly possible, and he's not sure if Corry's showing him mercy or just genuinely responding, but Danny's just grateful to still be against Corry. Warm and solid.)
Yeah, but I can ride you. Which wouldn't mean my knees on anything but the seat.
(Or- something. Corry's concern has always been mystifying and endearing especially because it is in such contrast to how rough he could be otherwise. He squirms against Corry, pressing up against him, minxlike and desperate to please.) I want to make you feel good too.