[Corry pulls a very serious, dramatic face, brows drawn together, nodding very solemnly.] Yes sir, of course sir. [He's only partially teasing, really, because Danny being a bossy tease is one of Corry's many, many favorite things about him. Yes, Corry likes to make him shudder apart and beg and submit -- as often as possible, actually -- but he didn't feel so bemused and delighted by Danny because he was predictable or easy to dominate. Those little moments of fire were delicious, every single time.

He obediently stays quiet, aside from a slow, breathy exhale. His hands slip up under Danny's loose sweater, resting just above the curve of his ass, steadying him as he slowly settles in Corry's lap. The words come soft, almost without conscious thought:] There's my boy, good. Just like that. [Danny shifts his hips just slightly, and Corry has so much goddamn experience, but he almost loses it right then and there. A couple slow, almost-groaning breaths and he's back in control, one hand slipping up and squeezing the back of Danny's neck, toying with the loose strands of his hair, loving the soft, curly strands right there.] Fuck, baby, you feel amazing.

[There's always a touch of a drawl there, an almost-accent -- southern, maybe, or something else, something lilting and unusual. Corry all but purrs when Danny pulls away, starts to ride him, so wet still, so tight and hot and perfect.] There y'go, good boy. Forgot how damn good you look in my lap, darlin'.