The music in the club fades away almost entirely and all Danny can really focus on is the shape and warmth of Corry's mouth on his hand. Danny stares at him, mouth slightly parted in mute surprise, and he can feel something deep down in the pit of his chest shift permanently. That awestruck look was in full force now, his eyes unblinking, staring up at Corry as if Corry had just tipped his world on its axis.
Which, in truth, he might as well have done.
It's funny because the rational part of him realizes that this could and probably was just a sex thing. Logically it made sense plenty of people would be fine sleeping with trans people and did so on a regular basis. But another part of him realized most people wouldn't bother with delivering that information in such a careful way, especially after such an embarrassingly vulnerable ramble like he'd spewed.
And especially not with a guy like Corry who was undeniably older, hotter, probably wealthier (which, really, everyone was wealthier than Danny), and far more experience. There was nothing really for him to gain from Danny and if he just wanted to fuck him, Danny was plenty willing enough that he didn't exactly need the effort of Corry's kindness. And Danny knew that the culture of gay men, queer men, was often blunt and to the point without any frills and with a certain harsh truth.
But there is none of that here. He realizes he's blushing hard and he winds up finally looking down, his heart going a mile a minute.)
You...(His voice trembles for a second. Then he's looking back up at Danny, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face.)
Really talk like a total sap.
(But there's a certain glittering adoration on Danny's face, and he winds up pulling his hand away from Corry's grip. A moment later and he's closing the space between them, leaning up onto his toes, hands clenching up the front of Corry's shirt, and he kisses Corry right on his mouth.
It's a surprisingly soft kiss given the heat between his thighs, but it's a kiss of open appreciation and a promise: I'm yours as long as you want me.
He breaks the kiss, still on his toes, grin growing.)
[Corry's been kissed -- probably well over a hundred times in his life, in a variety of circumstances. He remembers his first one, of course and he remembers the more unpleasant ones. But most of them blur into a faceless, nameless haze between his teen years and the present, with only very few that stand out for being good.
This is one of them. Danny's shaky voice, his bright, dazzling grin, the way it transforms his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes and scrunching his nose, no artifice, no performance, just genuine joy. Danny rising up on his toes, gripping Corry's shirt in both hands and kissing him sweet and gentle, the way a first kiss should be, that earnest, soft emotion he hasn't felt in probably twenty years. Danny, warm and sweet and bright against him, lingering just long enough that Corry has time to slide a hand to his back, resting broad and warm between his shoulders.
There's a flicker of something warm and genuine in Corry's face as well -- not that he'd been lying or overexaggerating before, but he keeps such a tight grip on his emotions that he'd still kept them in check, even while being honest. He huffs out a laugh, reaching up to smooth his thumb along Danny's jawline again, gentle, featherlight.] Glad you approve.
Let's. For a bit. [Honestly, Corry could leave right that second and be perfectly happy tangled up in the back of a town car with Danny, but the show-off in him wants to be seen dancing with this beautiful, grinning, magnificent young thing before they retire for the night. So he grabs Danny's hand again, tugs him onto the dance floor -- not the direct center, towards one edge, with dimmer lights and heavier bass, so he can slide his hands back down the young man's back again, beginning to learn the shape of him beneath those baggy clothes.] This all right?
(For a bit. Danny could agree with that. Slipping away into the night with a total stranger hadn't exactly been part of the plan tonight, but he was quickly warming to the idea. Although his sister and mom were infinitely more wary of situations like these, Danny was reckless enough to find the idea more exciting than intimidating, even if he wasn't so sure he'd be able to live up to whatever this guy was used to.
But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it while it lasted. That he couldn't do his best. He follows after Corry obediently, and his arms automatically fold around Corry's neck.)
Yeah, that's fine.
(Better than fine. Danny's still grinning, his hips swaying to the music, and while he did bury himself in baggy clothes, there was an effortless seductive way in which he rolled his body against Corry's. He was self-aware of every inch of himself and knew how to use it in tandem with music. He mostly blamed that on a love for music rather than actually feeling sexy himself, but it's easy to get lost in the raspy voice singing over a dripping beat. It's easy to let himself get lost in the vibration of the music and the warmth of Corry's body.
His grin fades at some point, but the look left behind his face is one of open want and wonder, his eyes hooked on Corry's, unwavering now that he was looking at him.)
[Honestly, Corry isn't sure which idea he dislikes more -- Danny going home alone and unappreciated or Danny going home with someone who wouldn't treat him anywhere as good as Corry could. That face, those eyes, that mouth -- honestly, Corry's pretty sure there won't be a single thing about Danny that he won't immediately want to worship. The gentle slope of his back, his waist beneath his loose clothes, the languid way he rolls his hips are all enough to confirm that.
But the idea of someone else here, with their hands sliding down Danny's body, resting just above his ass, then slipping down to squeeze once, possessively -- yeah, okay, maybe Corry dislikes that idea more. He doesn't want to share. It's irrational and bordering on absurd, but part of him wants to make tonight so indelibly magnificent that Danny remembers him forever.
For now, though, he pulls Danny a little closer, hands traveling back to his ass, ducking his head to murmur against his ear:] You're making it very difficult to be patient until we get back to my hotel, darling. Is that on purpose? Because I wouldn't mind getting on my knees for you in the bathroom, just to take the edge off...
(When Corry's hand slides over his ass, Danny can feel his skin prickle with goosebumps. He's never been felt up before and especially never in a public place. The words murmured into his ears go straight to his groin, a hot, desperate feeling opening up inside of him. He can feel himself clenching up and his dance winds up stuttering a bit against Corry.)
It was- (Not on purpose, but now that he's thinking about it, maybe he had been trying. He grinds a bit more intentionally against Corry, dragging up against him. He tips his head back to look at Corry, his eyes dark and desperate.)
Maybe I just want you to do whatever you want with me tonight. (A slower grind.) Whenever and wherever you want.
[Corry lets out a soft, rough exhale, nearly a growl, one hand up under Danny's shirt, thumbing down the notches of his spine, settling at the small of his back.]
And maybe I don't want to share a single thing about you tonight. [His free hand comes up, cradles Danny's chin, holds him still effortlessly, taking in his heated gaze, those perfect parted lips. Thumb tracing Danny's lower lip, Corry rocks forward, presses flush against Danny and murmurs:] The only one who gets to hear how sweet you sound when you come is me.
[Then, with a smirk, Corry ducks down, kisses Danny again, this time slow and deep and filthy, tongue curling into his mouth, opening him up. It lingers, heedless of the music, not caring for anything except Danny in his arms, the way he sounds, the way he tastes. Corry pulls away, but only enough to ask:] Ready to get outta here, darlin'?
(That touch was absolutely electric and left Danny a bit breathless. He could only imagine how that hand would feel ghosting over the rest of his body, warm and encompassing. Danny is completely stolen by Corry, captivated enough that for a second, he can't think of anything to say at all.
Then his mind goes completely white and he's almost positive he can feel a slight trickle drip down the inside of a thigh. This is only confirmed when Corry kisses him like that and Danny's knees actually tremble. He kisses him back almost too eagerly, a slight moan lost against Corry's mouth and under the music.)
Yes. Yeah, absolutely. Please.
(He's never dirty talked before, but...he swallows thickly, keeping his eyes on Corry as he manages to say:)
I'm soaked and I think...you need to do something about that. (It's your fault.)
[Corry takes it all in stride, though there's definitely a triumphant look on his face as he steals one last kiss, feels Danny shiver against him. The soft comment, those big bright eyes on him, the way he can feel Danny tremble beneath his hand -- it all lights an almost predatory glint in Corry’s dark eyes. It's the sort of thing that might be frightening, in other contexts. Corry’s a big man -- well over six feet, broad and solid and imposing.
But his hand settles lightly at the small of Danny's back, and he's very gentle when he steers them both towards a side entrance -- less crowd. Even his tone is soft, surprisingly so for the filthy words:] I'll gladly take responsibility for that, baby. As many times as I can, tonight.
[Corry opens the door to reveal a dark car -- expensive, not an Uber or taxi, more like a personal driver -- and scans the alley up and down for a beat. Then he nods, ushering Danny forward, oddly alert until they're both safely in the warm leather interior. He doesn't let Danny go far, tucking him close against his side and toying with the silky blond hair at the nape of his neck.] Much better, hm?
(It should be terrifying. At the very least, it should be intimidating, but mostly, Danny just feels starved. Even just a year ago he would have scoffed at the idea of any guy calling him baby, but suddenly he completely understands why so many people like the petname.)
That's a big promise. (As they step outside, Danny's eyes move over to the car and then back to Corry. The guy dressed nice enough that it's not a total surprise, but Danny still can't help but raise his brows all the same. He can sense the slight alertness and it's on the tip of his tongue to make a kidnapping joke.
But, well.)
Y'know, if this was a white van, this whole thing would be way shadier.
(He's not afraid though. It's hard to be with his hair being played with like that. He twists a bit into Corry's side, grinning again.)
Kind of better. (He boldly reaches out to Corry's free and moves it across his lap and tucks it right between his legs.)
[Objectively, on paper, it's a terrible idea for Danny to go home with anyone who's a) older, b) bigger and stronger or c) someone he met less than an hour before. Corry knows that, and while he's definitely pleased that he's the one who Danny's with, there's still a slight protectiveness flaring in his chest at the idea that someone else could've gotten to him first.
So he doesn't hold back, now that they're in the car, warm and dark and rumbling, privacy screen up between the driver and the backseat. Corry chuckles at the joke, fingers curling around Danny's thigh, squeezing firmly, then loosening and sliding up the inside of his leg.]
Patience, darling. My hotel's not that far away. Then I can show you just how capable I am of keeping that promise. [Stamina is something Corry has in spades, a combination of practice and good genetics. The arm around Danny's shoulders tucks him closer, nestled against Corry's side, so it's much easier to touch him. Corry lets his warm palm linger right at the apex of Danny's thighs, pressing upwards, feeling the heat of him even through the multiple layers of cloth.]
Or maybe I like teasing you. [Corry slips his hand up, then, towards Danny's stomach, slowly sliding under the waist of his pants. He lingers for a moment, fingers slowly stroking lower, until he can see firsthand if Danny's as wet as he claimed.] Maybe I think you'd look fantastic begging for me.
(Oh, how incredible it was to have his thigh squeezed like that. It makes something hot and new swoop through the pit of his stomach and he can feel himself clenching up tight. That heat only seemed to spread with each inch Corry covered and by the time his fingers were slipping down the front of his pants, Danny was achingly wet.
He's stunned quiet for a second when Corry comes into contact with his cunt, and mostly because his brain short circuits. He shifts against the seat, trying not-so-subtly to shift into Corry's hand as if silently asking for more already. It was almost annoying, an itch that made him feel jittery.)
I've never been - well behaved.
(A stammering flutter ruins the intended defiance in his words, because- yeah, no. He was already on the verge of outright begging. All he could think about was Corry's fingers tucked up inside of him, stroking the deepest parts of his body.)
Though maybe with...the right incentive...(Is this how dirty talk works? He has no idea and doesn't even care.)
[God, that stammer is addictive, that cocky attitude slipping just a bit, revealing just how needy and desperate Danny was. As if Corry couldn't tell that by how soaked he is, the way the cloth of his underwear clings like a second skin, the way he shudders all over as Corry's fingers languidly explore. He doesn't move quick or purposefully, doesn't do anything that could get Danny off -- just strokes his fingers over the sodden fabric and enjoys how Danny squirms and shifts under his touch. The urge is definitely there to fill him up, slide a couple fingers inside his soaked cunt and see if he can ride them to completion before they get to the hotel.
But Corry likes this a bit better, likes the build-up, the anticipation. He wants Danny begging. He wants Danny spread out on his bed, sobbing his name, coming on his tongue. So he doesn't move any faster, doesn't let his hand slip beneath that last barrier of fabric. Plus this way he can lean in, find that soft place in Danny's neck where his pulse beats, press his lips to it.]
The right incentive. Like my mouth on you? [Corry drags his tongue over Danny's pulse, nips there gently, just enough to prompt a dull red mark, enjoying how easily the young man bruises.] Ever done that before, Danny? Ever had someone eat you out until you can't move, until you're coming all over their face? Ever fantasized about it?
(Would it be wrong to just mount Corry and ride out his virginity on his cock? For a split, wild second, Danny nearly contemplates it in earnest. There was a familiar glint in his eyes that he had whenever he was about to do something truly reckless and there was an enormous incentive to do this. It's almost more frustrating than sensual having Corry playing at him, but at the same time, Danny might cry if he stopped.
He lets out a shaky breath. He gives a trembling sort of laugh because- what.)
No. (As if it's obvious, isn't it obvious? Of course, he's never had that before. But has he fantasized about it? Well...Also no, but suddenly, he is, specifically about Corry. Most of his sexual fantasies were more general, abstract, and uncertain, but mostly there to drive him to the edge whenever he could get there.)
I don't- come easily. (He admits a bit awkwardly, but he's also horny enough that he doesn't care too much. He had a bad habit of overthinking whenever he masturbated and then just wound up giving up and going to sleep.)
You're uh- making me fantasize about it though. With you.
[If there's one thing Corry’s good at, it's being frustrating -- or maddening, exasperating, exhausting, a complete pain in the ass, the list goes on and on. He's burned a thousand bridges in his life, and manages not to regret them through sheer force of will. If he doesn't think about it, it doesn't haunt him.
But he's not a monster -- or even an out-and-out asshole. He's conscious of how much trust Danny's giving him, how inexperienced the boy actually is, which Corry finds to be a great injustice. The fact that someone this stunning, this beautifully responsive, someone who makes the sweetest breathy sounds when he's teased has gone unsatisfied for so long is some sort of cosmic crime.
One Corry fully intends to remedy, as soon as he can. He hums softly against Danny's neck, still teasing that mark into his pale skin, even as his fingers part, moving a little more purposefully, aiming to tease right at Danny's clit through the soaked fabric.] Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Just gives me more incentive to show you how good you can feel.
[The car is slowing, pulling up at the hotel, so Corry nuzzles at Danny's neck once more, then slips his hand free. Making direct eye contact, he drags his tongue over each finger, humming appreciatively.] I might have some fantasies of my own. We'll have to see if they match.
(Run away from your regrets and it will always work out fine. Probably. Maybe. Danny himself was a professional at just trying to ignore everything and drown it out with things like clubbing and music, and now, apparently, going home with tall, dark, mysterious strangers who had a gorgeous face and an unfair voice.
The attention to his clit gets a deep moan from Danny, his hips rising up off the seat and he's actually on the verge of throwing a real fit, but then the car is slowing down. He watches Corry lick his finger in a dazed way, his pupils completely blown.
He surges forward, bringing their mouths together in an almost-too hard kiss. Then just as quickly, he's leaning back, his eyes practically sparkling.)
You better live up to all these expectations. (He smirks, comfortably still in Corry's space, looking down at him from his position on his knee now.)
Because from what I hear, a lot of guys think they're way better than they actually are.
(He slides back away from Corry, helping himself out of the car. He peeks his head back down, smiling wider, nearly catlike.)
[Once again, Corry is reminded that inexperience doesn't always mean innocence. There's hunger and a fire in Danny's eyes, his voice, the way he kisses, and even if nobody else has gotten the privilege of enjoying every inch of that beautiful body, that isn't an excuse for Corry to get lazy.
So he grins openly, sliding out of the car and reaching automatically to set a hand on Danny's lower back, guiding him towards the doors of the hotel.] Then we're both fortunate I perform well under pressure.
[The hotel isn't a Hilton or a Ritz-Carlton -- it looks very unassuming on the outside, in fact, more like an office building than a place to sleep. But Corry flashes some sort of key card at the door and the man posted by it hurries to open and hold the door for the pair, letting them into an understated, classy lobby, full of equally understated and classy people. There's a lot of money on display, subtle as it is, but they stop as one and turn towards Corry as soon as he steps inside.
He doesn't appear to notice, preoccupied with gathering a handful of messages from the front desk worker, flicking through them with a free hand, then shaking his head at the silent woman manning the desk.] Nothing pressing. Hold any further calls until tomorrow afternoon, aside from the usual high-priorities.
[Then he turns back towards Danny, the serious expression melting back into a warm smile, nodding towards the elevator.] Shall we? I'm on the top floor, the view's to die for.
(Danny finds that he likes the hand settled on the slope of his lower back. The building is curious for a hotel, and only more curious when they step inside. Danny is all too painfully aware of what money looks like, and he knows within a second that he's well out of his league in this place with his thrifted and cheaper clothes. Some part of him doesn't care at all, enough of a punk in his own right to roll his eyes at the very idea of giving a fuck what any well-to-do snob might think of his street rat appearance.
But a part of him cares about Corry- even if only for the night. He turns his attention back to the man, watching him silently take messages and respond. Between that and the driver...It doesn't take him long to put the pieces together as they head for the elevator. He gives a nod, processing everything.
He doesn't say anything until they're alone though. He stares at Corry, almost suspicious.)
You're totally someone, aren't you? (Not a celebrity, that much is obvious, but he's someone.)
And you're definitely like, way out of my league. (Suspicious! Squinting.) My mom's taught me all about sex trafficking shit and I watch true crime on a regular basis, so I know how to leave behind so much evidence, you don't even know.
(What's your angle, Corry! Wait til Danny realizes it actually is just sex.)
[Oh that is -- well, it's adorable. And reassuring on some level, showing that Danny's just as capable and careful as he should be, as someone so young and attractive and alone in the club scene. Corry listens quietly, hiding the bemused smile under an expression of neutral thoughtfulness. Danny doesn't know who (what) he's talking to, but Corry has a hunch that even if he did, he'd have that same bold defiance.
It's addictive. It's unlike anything Corry's encountered in much longer than he wants to admit.]
Hardly "someone". I'm a financial advisor for some very, very wealthy people, and I've done very well for myself. [Not strictly the truth, but close enough.] But my intentions in bringing you here aren't to hurt you or take advantage. I can promise you that, Danny.
[The elevator is moving upwards, slowly, and Corry moves equally slowly, towards Danny, giving him plenty of time to move away. If he wants to.] My intentions aren't innocent, but they're straightforward: you're stunning, you enthrall me and I want you in my bed. Simple as that.
[One hand reaches out, smoothing Danny's shirt collar unnecessarily, lingering for a moment.] But I want you to want that too. If you've changed your mind, that's also perfectly fine. I'll have the car take you anywhere you want to go. [Corry's a lot of things, but he doesn't want Danny entering into anything he doesn't wholly, enthusiastically want.]
(Danny loved the darkest parts of the web and had spent a good chunk of his life fascinated with the macabre. If he knew what Corry truly was, all it would do is make him that much more attracted to the man. Which is impressive considering how much more handsome Corry actually is under proper lighting.
And now that they are alone, he's actually soaking Corry in completely. The club's dark lighting and the back of Corry's car hadn't done him nearly enough justice.)
So you're rich. (As fuck. It isn't a question, but there is no real judgment on his face either. His sister was obsessed with dissecting the rich and he knew that it was probably more complex than just being a financial advisor, but he doesn't bother pointing that out.)
Well, I want you to take advantage of me a little bit. (He turns to Corry just the same, his mouth in a crooked grin at Corry's assurance. It's actually sweet.)
Oh, trust me. I'm not walking out of this building with my virginity intact. (He moves forward, sliding his hands up and over Corry's chest and leans up onto his toes to give him a surprisingly soft kiss all things considered. He holds onto him then, just hanging off him, rocking a bit against him.)
[If Danny had chosen to walk out right then, Corry would've been -- well, disappointed, of course, but resigned. He knew all about compulsions and control, and he didn't want this to be either. The voluntary surrender was so much sweeter, felt so much more satisfying.
Especially from Danny -- rising up on his toes in his knock-off boots, kissing Corry with a sweetness that hasn't been anywhere close to him in years. There's a soft, pleased hum as Corry ducks his head into that kiss, hands coming up to find that smooth slope at the small of Danny's back, pulse quickening a bit at how small he really is. Narrow back, slim hips, slim shoulders, sweet features. It's easier to see in the elevator lighting, easier still in the hall as they finally reach the penthouse floor.]
No, you aren't. [Corry hums it, arm around Danny's waist, nuzzling into his hair, breathing in the scent of club sweat and heat and liquor.] While yes, I have money, I'm not expecting that to do the talking for me. I intend to prove myself in every way you'll allow.
[The room is neutrally tasteful, no sign it's been lived in, aside from a still-packed suitcase to one side. Corry would offer a drink, would settle in to a night of slow seduction if it were anyone else. But Danny makes him...impatient. Greedy. Hungry.
So instead he pauses just inside the door and turns Danny to face him for another kiss, this one slow and simmering and deep. Both big hands slip up under Danny's loose shirt, stroking over his stomach, his hips.] Can I take this off?
(Corry's hands felt warm and heavy. Danny felt small in front of the other man, but not in a bad way in the slightest. One of his hands curls at the back of Corry's neck, thumb stroking over warm skin. His other hand rests against Corry's shoulder, feeling the curve of muscle. Corry was so much better looking in the light. Danny couldn't quite look away, his eyes round and in mute awe.)
It wouldn't work anyway. I appreciate your integrity. (He's teasing him a little, mouth quirking back up. One that's lost in that addictive, deeper kiss than they really got to enjoy. Danny was starved for more too but it isn't until Corry's tugging on his shirt that it dawns on him that most people need to get naked to have sex. Which is a given, but he forgot. He blinks owlishly.
He toes off his boots, leaning down to slip his socks off, kicking both aside.)
If you want. Just, y'know. (Keep your expectations low. He didn't really have scars, but he felt scrawny and awkward still, like hitting a second puberty but a few years too late.)
No? There go my plans for showing off by bringing in live swans and fireworks for my final act. [Corry chuckles in amusement, stepping out of his own shoes and pausing to slide off his jacket while Danny kicks off his shoes. That wide-eyed blinking is -- incredibly charming, but that might just be the fact that Danny has the biggest, brightest eyes Corry thinks he's ever seen.
But he can also see the slight tension in the young man's shoulders, the way he braces himself as Corry carefully lifts his shirt up and off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. It's subtle, but definitely there, tangible when Corry reaches out to smooth a hand over the elegant line of Danny's collarbone, curling around the back of his neck and tugging him a bit closer.] Hey. Eyes on me, yeah? [No disappearing into your own head, Danny.
Once they're almost chest-to-chest, Corry leans down, kisses Danny again, this time slower, lingering, tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, bold but unhurried. His free hand reaches out, strokes over Danny's shoulder, his chest, lingering and learning the subtle contours of each muscle, feeling the way he shivers as Corry's thumb brushes against a nipple, then curls around a hip, stroking up and down all that soft, perfect skin.]
You're perfect. All right? [Between kisses, between Corry's tongue soft and warm and slow in Danny's mouth.] Absolutely perfect.
(The joke gets a relieved sort of laugh from Danny, mostly because it served as a nice distraction. Corry is ridiculously charming with his effortless comebacks and unfairly handsome face. He had a nice smile, Danny decided. Something that was equal parts attractive and inviting.
When his shirt is removed, Danny has to ignore the immediate urge to hunch over himself and wrap his arms around his chest. Old habits die hard. His only saving grace in life was that he had never had a big chest to begin with, but there used to be something. Still, he manages to keep his back mostly straight and keeps his hands from moving to cover himself by fidgeting with the waistline of his pants instead.
Then Corry's voice demands his attention and it works beautifully. His eyes snap up to Corry's face and Danny's whole body goes still. It isn't until he's kissed again that he begins to truly relax. Between Corry's skilled mouth and warm hands, Danny sinks into the moment. Corry could have anyone, anyone at all, and could have just as easily rejected Danny several times over by now. But he didn't.
He didn't.
Along with trembling comes swiftly hardening nipples and pricked skin. He really has never had even this, and it's electrifying to have someone's hands gliding over him so effortlessly. Like he was actually-)
--Hhh... (A soft noise escapes him at the compliment, color rising into his cheeks. Normally he might fight on that front, but nothing could be further from his mind right now. The velvet-smooth kiss was breaking him apart, his arms winding around Corry's neck, pulling himself up against Corry's body, burrowing himself against the harder, defined planes of Corry. Instead of it making Danny feel self-aware, he just feels as though molten lava has been poured through his veins and he's on fire.
He pulls away from the kiss, with reluctance, but only so that he can push his pants and underwear down both in one effortless motion, pushing them to the side. He moves away from Corry then, backing up carefully until he can sit at the edge of the bed. He has his legs squeezed together, something both elegant and shy in his pose, the way he puts his hands on the bed behind him, leaning slightly to the side with his head tipped.)
Really?
(There's a small smile on his face. He had ashy blonde hair down below, somewhat thick, but it didn't hide the fact that his clit was far more prominent than most, a thick nub already swollen and red. He slides himself across the bed until he's against the headboard. Then he pulls his legs apart, allowing his cunt to be on full display, lips already glistening and puffed from arousal. Danny hesitates a second before reaching down, using his own fingers to spread himself open even further.)
[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]
(The enthusiasm is somehow completely unexpected - even despite everything leading up to it. Although that had been the entire point of attempting to seduce Corry in the first place when he slipped onto the bed. He's never been wanted before least of all in such an explicit, immediate way, and it gives him an oddly bright sense of relief. He winds up giggling lowly at the approach, flushed with giddiness that is only amplified by the way Corry sucks on his fingers.
If he hadn't been turned on before, that would have done him in. He can feel himself clenching up, the deepest part of his body aching hotly. It was almost more painful to not have something inside him at this point.)
I think I'm starting to understand.
(Danny bites his lip, watching Corry undress. The lack of underwear isn't much of a surprise, but everything else certainly is. Danny's eyes widen and his mouth falls open ever so slightly.) Oh- wow, okay.
(Okay. That was...Definitely going to be bigger once it was even harder. He realizes a beat later that Corry is waiting for him, and Danny has to force himself to look up.)
So, you're really gonna rearrange my insides then, all right. (Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Danny's turning redder and redder by the second and eventually has to cover his face with both of his hands. Because. Wow.)
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The music in the club fades away almost entirely and all Danny can really focus on is the shape and warmth of Corry's mouth on his hand. Danny stares at him, mouth slightly parted in mute surprise, and he can feel something deep down in the pit of his chest shift permanently. That awestruck look was in full force now, his eyes unblinking, staring up at Corry as if Corry had just tipped his world on its axis.
Which, in truth, he might as well have done.
It's funny because the rational part of him realizes that this could and probably was just a sex thing. Logically it made sense plenty of people would be fine sleeping with trans people and did so on a regular basis. But another part of him realized most people wouldn't bother with delivering that information in such a careful way, especially after such an embarrassingly vulnerable ramble like he'd spewed.
And especially not with a guy like Corry who was undeniably older, hotter, probably wealthier (which, really, everyone was wealthier than Danny), and far more experience. There was nothing really for him to gain from Danny and if he just wanted to fuck him, Danny was plenty willing enough that he didn't exactly need the effort of Corry's kindness. And Danny knew that the culture of gay men, queer men, was often blunt and to the point without any frills and with a certain harsh truth.
But there is none of that here. He realizes he's blushing hard and he winds up finally looking down, his heart going a mile a minute.)
You...(His voice trembles for a second. Then he's looking back up at Danny, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face.)
Really talk like a total sap.
(But there's a certain glittering adoration on Danny's face, and he winds up pulling his hand away from Corry's grip. A moment later and he's closing the space between them, leaning up onto his toes, hands clenching up the front of Corry's shirt, and he kisses Corry right on his mouth.
It's a surprisingly soft kiss given the heat between his thighs, but it's a kiss of open appreciation and a promise: I'm yours as long as you want me.
He breaks the kiss, still on his toes, grin growing.)
I like it. (I like you.)
Let's dance.
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This is one of them. Danny's shaky voice, his bright, dazzling grin, the way it transforms his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes and scrunching his nose, no artifice, no performance, just genuine joy. Danny rising up on his toes, gripping Corry's shirt in both hands and kissing him sweet and gentle, the way a first kiss should be, that earnest, soft emotion he hasn't felt in probably twenty years. Danny, warm and sweet and bright against him, lingering just long enough that Corry has time to slide a hand to his back, resting broad and warm between his shoulders.
There's a flicker of something warm and genuine in Corry's face as well -- not that he'd been lying or overexaggerating before, but he keeps such a tight grip on his emotions that he'd still kept them in check, even while being honest. He huffs out a laugh, reaching up to smooth his thumb along Danny's jawline again, gentle, featherlight.] Glad you approve.
Let's. For a bit. [Honestly, Corry could leave right that second and be perfectly happy tangled up in the back of a town car with Danny, but the show-off in him wants to be seen dancing with this beautiful, grinning, magnificent young thing before they retire for the night. So he grabs Danny's hand again, tugs him onto the dance floor -- not the direct center, towards one edge, with dimmer lights and heavier bass, so he can slide his hands back down the young man's back again, beginning to learn the shape of him beneath those baggy clothes.] This all right?
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But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it while it lasted. That he couldn't do his best. He follows after Corry obediently, and his arms automatically fold around Corry's neck.)
Yeah, that's fine.
(Better than fine. Danny's still grinning, his hips swaying to the music, and while he did bury himself in baggy clothes, there was an effortless seductive way in which he rolled his body against Corry's. He was self-aware of every inch of himself and knew how to use it in tandem with music. He mostly blamed that on a love for music rather than actually feeling sexy himself, but it's easy to get lost in the raspy voice singing over a dripping beat. It's easy to let himself get lost in the vibration of the music and the warmth of Corry's body.
His grin fades at some point, but the look left behind his face is one of open want and wonder, his eyes hooked on Corry's, unwavering now that he was looking at him.)
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But the idea of someone else here, with their hands sliding down Danny's body, resting just above his ass, then slipping down to squeeze once, possessively -- yeah, okay, maybe Corry dislikes that idea more. He doesn't want to share. It's irrational and bordering on absurd, but part of him wants to make tonight so indelibly magnificent that Danny remembers him forever.
For now, though, he pulls Danny a little closer, hands traveling back to his ass, ducking his head to murmur against his ear:] You're making it very difficult to be patient until we get back to my hotel, darling. Is that on purpose? Because I wouldn't mind getting on my knees for you in the bathroom, just to take the edge off...
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It was- (Not on purpose, but now that he's thinking about it, maybe he had been trying. He grinds a bit more intentionally against Corry, dragging up against him. He tips his head back to look at Corry, his eyes dark and desperate.)
Maybe I just want you to do whatever you want with me tonight. (A slower grind.) Whenever and wherever you want.
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And maybe I don't want to share a single thing about you tonight. [His free hand comes up, cradles Danny's chin, holds him still effortlessly, taking in his heated gaze, those perfect parted lips. Thumb tracing Danny's lower lip, Corry rocks forward, presses flush against Danny and murmurs:] The only one who gets to hear how sweet you sound when you come is me.
[Then, with a smirk, Corry ducks down, kisses Danny again, this time slow and deep and filthy, tongue curling into his mouth, opening him up. It lingers, heedless of the music, not caring for anything except Danny in his arms, the way he sounds, the way he tastes. Corry pulls away, but only enough to ask:] Ready to get outta here, darlin'?
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Then his mind goes completely white and he's almost positive he can feel a slight trickle drip down the inside of a thigh. This is only confirmed when Corry kisses him like that and Danny's knees actually tremble. He kisses him back almost too eagerly, a slight moan lost against Corry's mouth and under the music.)
Yes. Yeah, absolutely. Please.
(He's never dirty talked before, but...he swallows thickly, keeping his eyes on Corry as he manages to say:)
I'm soaked and I think...you need to do something about that. (It's your fault.)
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But his hand settles lightly at the small of Danny's back, and he's very gentle when he steers them both towards a side entrance -- less crowd. Even his tone is soft, surprisingly so for the filthy words:] I'll gladly take responsibility for that, baby. As many times as I can, tonight.
[Corry opens the door to reveal a dark car -- expensive, not an Uber or taxi, more like a personal driver -- and scans the alley up and down for a beat. Then he nods, ushering Danny forward, oddly alert until they're both safely in the warm leather interior. He doesn't let Danny go far, tucking him close against his side and toying with the silky blond hair at the nape of his neck.] Much better, hm?
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That's a big promise. (As they step outside, Danny's eyes move over to the car and then back to Corry. The guy dressed nice enough that it's not a total surprise, but Danny still can't help but raise his brows all the same. He can sense the slight alertness and it's on the tip of his tongue to make a kidnapping joke.
But, well.)
Y'know, if this was a white van, this whole thing would be way shadier.
(He's not afraid though. It's hard to be with his hair being played with like that. He twists a bit into Corry's side, grinning again.)
Kind of better. (He boldly reaches out to Corry's free and moves it across his lap and tucks it right between his legs.)
You could do a little more.
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So he doesn't hold back, now that they're in the car, warm and dark and rumbling, privacy screen up between the driver and the backseat. Corry chuckles at the joke, fingers curling around Danny's thigh, squeezing firmly, then loosening and sliding up the inside of his leg.]
Patience, darling. My hotel's not that far away. Then I can show you just how capable I am of keeping that promise. [Stamina is something Corry has in spades, a combination of practice and good genetics. The arm around Danny's shoulders tucks him closer, nestled against Corry's side, so it's much easier to touch him. Corry lets his warm palm linger right at the apex of Danny's thighs, pressing upwards, feeling the heat of him even through the multiple layers of cloth.]
Or maybe I like teasing you. [Corry slips his hand up, then, towards Danny's stomach, slowly sliding under the waist of his pants. He lingers for a moment, fingers slowly stroking lower, until he can see firsthand if Danny's as wet as he claimed.] Maybe I think you'd look fantastic begging for me.
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He's stunned quiet for a second when Corry comes into contact with his cunt, and mostly because his brain short circuits. He shifts against the seat, trying not-so-subtly to shift into Corry's hand as if silently asking for more already. It was almost annoying, an itch that made him feel jittery.)
I've never been - well behaved.
(A stammering flutter ruins the intended defiance in his words, because- yeah, no. He was already on the verge of outright begging. All he could think about was Corry's fingers tucked up inside of him, stroking the deepest parts of his body.)
Though maybe with...the right incentive...(Is this how dirty talk works? He has no idea and doesn't even care.)
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But Corry likes this a bit better, likes the build-up, the anticipation. He wants Danny begging. He wants Danny spread out on his bed, sobbing his name, coming on his tongue. So he doesn't move any faster, doesn't let his hand slip beneath that last barrier of fabric. Plus this way he can lean in, find that soft place in Danny's neck where his pulse beats, press his lips to it.]
The right incentive. Like my mouth on you? [Corry drags his tongue over Danny's pulse, nips there gently, just enough to prompt a dull red mark, enjoying how easily the young man bruises.] Ever done that before, Danny? Ever had someone eat you out until you can't move, until you're coming all over their face? Ever fantasized about it?
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He lets out a shaky breath. He gives a trembling sort of laugh because- what.)
No. (As if it's obvious, isn't it obvious? Of course, he's never had that before. But has he fantasized about it? Well...Also no, but suddenly, he is, specifically about Corry. Most of his sexual fantasies were more general, abstract, and uncertain, but mostly there to drive him to the edge whenever he could get there.)
I don't- come easily. (He admits a bit awkwardly, but he's also horny enough that he doesn't care too much. He had a bad habit of overthinking whenever he masturbated and then just wound up giving up and going to sleep.)
You're uh- making me fantasize about it though. With you.
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But he's not a monster -- or even an out-and-out asshole. He's conscious of how much trust Danny's giving him, how inexperienced the boy actually is, which Corry finds to be a great injustice. The fact that someone this stunning, this beautifully responsive, someone who makes the sweetest breathy sounds when he's teased has gone unsatisfied for so long is some sort of cosmic crime.
One Corry fully intends to remedy, as soon as he can. He hums softly against Danny's neck, still teasing that mark into his pale skin, even as his fingers part, moving a little more purposefully, aiming to tease right at Danny's clit through the soaked fabric.] Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Just gives me more incentive to show you how good you can feel.
[The car is slowing, pulling up at the hotel, so Corry nuzzles at Danny's neck once more, then slips his hand free. Making direct eye contact, he drags his tongue over each finger, humming appreciatively.] I might have some fantasies of my own. We'll have to see if they match.
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The attention to his clit gets a deep moan from Danny, his hips rising up off the seat and he's actually on the verge of throwing a real fit, but then the car is slowing down. He watches Corry lick his finger in a dazed way, his pupils completely blown.
He surges forward, bringing their mouths together in an almost-too hard kiss. Then just as quickly, he's leaning back, his eyes practically sparkling.)
You better live up to all these expectations. (He smirks, comfortably still in Corry's space, looking down at him from his position on his knee now.)
Because from what I hear, a lot of guys think they're way better than they actually are.
(He slides back away from Corry, helping himself out of the car. He peeks his head back down, smiling wider, nearly catlike.)
I'll make sure to be more critical than usual.
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So he grins openly, sliding out of the car and reaching automatically to set a hand on Danny's lower back, guiding him towards the doors of the hotel.] Then we're both fortunate I perform well under pressure.
[The hotel isn't a Hilton or a Ritz-Carlton -- it looks very unassuming on the outside, in fact, more like an office building than a place to sleep. But Corry flashes some sort of key card at the door and the man posted by it hurries to open and hold the door for the pair, letting them into an understated, classy lobby, full of equally understated and classy people. There's a lot of money on display, subtle as it is, but they stop as one and turn towards Corry as soon as he steps inside.
He doesn't appear to notice, preoccupied with gathering a handful of messages from the front desk worker, flicking through them with a free hand, then shaking his head at the silent woman manning the desk.] Nothing pressing. Hold any further calls until tomorrow afternoon, aside from the usual high-priorities.
[Then he turns back towards Danny, the serious expression melting back into a warm smile, nodding towards the elevator.] Shall we? I'm on the top floor, the view's to die for.
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But a part of him cares about Corry- even if only for the night. He turns his attention back to the man, watching him silently take messages and respond. Between that and the driver...It doesn't take him long to put the pieces together as they head for the elevator. He gives a nod, processing everything.
He doesn't say anything until they're alone though. He stares at Corry, almost suspicious.)
You're totally someone, aren't you? (Not a celebrity, that much is obvious, but he's someone.)
And you're definitely like, way out of my league. (Suspicious! Squinting.) My mom's taught me all about sex trafficking shit and I watch true crime on a regular basis, so I know how to leave behind so much evidence, you don't even know.
(What's your angle, Corry! Wait til Danny realizes it actually is just sex.)
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It's addictive. It's unlike anything Corry's encountered in much longer than he wants to admit.]
Hardly "someone". I'm a financial advisor for some very, very wealthy people, and I've done very well for myself. [Not strictly the truth, but close enough.] But my intentions in bringing you here aren't to hurt you or take advantage. I can promise you that, Danny.
[The elevator is moving upwards, slowly, and Corry moves equally slowly, towards Danny, giving him plenty of time to move away. If he wants to.] My intentions aren't innocent, but they're straightforward: you're stunning, you enthrall me and I want you in my bed. Simple as that.
[One hand reaches out, smoothing Danny's shirt collar unnecessarily, lingering for a moment.] But I want you to want that too. If you've changed your mind, that's also perfectly fine. I'll have the car take you anywhere you want to go. [Corry's a lot of things, but he doesn't want Danny entering into anything he doesn't wholly, enthusiastically want.]
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And now that they are alone, he's actually soaking Corry in completely. The club's dark lighting and the back of Corry's car hadn't done him nearly enough justice.)
So you're rich. (As fuck. It isn't a question, but there is no real judgment on his face either. His sister was obsessed with dissecting the rich and he knew that it was probably more complex than just being a financial advisor, but he doesn't bother pointing that out.)
Well, I want you to take advantage of me a little bit. (He turns to Corry just the same, his mouth in a crooked grin at Corry's assurance. It's actually sweet.)
Oh, trust me. I'm not walking out of this building with my virginity intact. (He moves forward, sliding his hands up and over Corry's chest and leans up onto his toes to give him a surprisingly soft kiss all things considered. He holds onto him then, just hanging off him, rocking a bit against him.)
Besides, you do kinda owe me at least one orgasm.
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Especially from Danny -- rising up on his toes in his knock-off boots, kissing Corry with a sweetness that hasn't been anywhere close to him in years. There's a soft, pleased hum as Corry ducks his head into that kiss, hands coming up to find that smooth slope at the small of Danny's back, pulse quickening a bit at how small he really is. Narrow back, slim hips, slim shoulders, sweet features. It's easier to see in the elevator lighting, easier still in the hall as they finally reach the penthouse floor.]
No, you aren't. [Corry hums it, arm around Danny's waist, nuzzling into his hair, breathing in the scent of club sweat and heat and liquor.] While yes, I have money, I'm not expecting that to do the talking for me. I intend to prove myself in every way you'll allow.
[The room is neutrally tasteful, no sign it's been lived in, aside from a still-packed suitcase to one side. Corry would offer a drink, would settle in to a night of slow seduction if it were anyone else. But Danny makes him...impatient. Greedy. Hungry.
So instead he pauses just inside the door and turns Danny to face him for another kiss, this one slow and simmering and deep. Both big hands slip up under Danny's loose shirt, stroking over his stomach, his hips.] Can I take this off?
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It wouldn't work anyway. I appreciate your integrity. (He's teasing him a little, mouth quirking back up. One that's lost in that addictive, deeper kiss than they really got to enjoy. Danny was starved for more too but it isn't until Corry's tugging on his shirt that it dawns on him that most people need to get naked to have sex. Which is a given, but he forgot. He blinks owlishly.
He toes off his boots, leaning down to slip his socks off, kicking both aside.)
If you want. Just, y'know. (Keep your expectations low. He didn't really have scars, but he felt scrawny and awkward still, like hitting a second puberty but a few years too late.)
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But he can also see the slight tension in the young man's shoulders, the way he braces himself as Corry carefully lifts his shirt up and off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. It's subtle, but definitely there, tangible when Corry reaches out to smooth a hand over the elegant line of Danny's collarbone, curling around the back of his neck and tugging him a bit closer.] Hey. Eyes on me, yeah? [No disappearing into your own head, Danny.
Once they're almost chest-to-chest, Corry leans down, kisses Danny again, this time slower, lingering, tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, bold but unhurried. His free hand reaches out, strokes over Danny's shoulder, his chest, lingering and learning the subtle contours of each muscle, feeling the way he shivers as Corry's thumb brushes against a nipple, then curls around a hip, stroking up and down all that soft, perfect skin.]
You're perfect. All right? [Between kisses, between Corry's tongue soft and warm and slow in Danny's mouth.] Absolutely perfect.
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When his shirt is removed, Danny has to ignore the immediate urge to hunch over himself and wrap his arms around his chest. Old habits die hard. His only saving grace in life was that he had never had a big chest to begin with, but there used to be something. Still, he manages to keep his back mostly straight and keeps his hands from moving to cover himself by fidgeting with the waistline of his pants instead.
Then Corry's voice demands his attention and it works beautifully. His eyes snap up to Corry's face and Danny's whole body goes still. It isn't until he's kissed again that he begins to truly relax. Between Corry's skilled mouth and warm hands, Danny sinks into the moment. Corry could have anyone, anyone at all, and could have just as easily rejected Danny several times over by now. But he didn't.
He didn't.
Along with trembling comes swiftly hardening nipples and pricked skin. He really has never had even this, and it's electrifying to have someone's hands gliding over him so effortlessly. Like he was actually-)
--Hhh... (A soft noise escapes him at the compliment, color rising into his cheeks. Normally he might fight on that front, but nothing could be further from his mind right now. The velvet-smooth kiss was breaking him apart, his arms winding around Corry's neck, pulling himself up against Corry's body, burrowing himself against the harder, defined planes of Corry. Instead of it making Danny feel self-aware, he just feels as though molten lava has been poured through his veins and he's on fire.
He pulls away from the kiss, with reluctance, but only so that he can push his pants and underwear down both in one effortless motion, pushing them to the side. He moves away from Corry then, backing up carefully until he can sit at the edge of the bed. He has his legs squeezed together, something both elegant and shy in his pose, the way he puts his hands on the bed behind him, leaning slightly to the side with his head tipped.)
Really?
(There's a small smile on his face. He had ashy blonde hair down below, somewhat thick, but it didn't hide the fact that his clit was far more prominent than most, a thick nub already swollen and red. He slides himself across the bed until he's against the headboard. Then he pulls his legs apart, allowing his cunt to be on full display, lips already glistening and puffed from arousal. Danny hesitates a second before reaching down, using his own fingers to spread himself open even further.)
Even here? (He is bold.)
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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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If he hadn't been turned on before, that would have done him in. He can feel himself clenching up, the deepest part of his body aching hotly. It was almost more painful to not have something inside him at this point.)
I think I'm starting to understand.
(Danny bites his lip, watching Corry undress. The lack of underwear isn't much of a surprise, but everything else certainly is. Danny's eyes widen and his mouth falls open ever so slightly.) Oh- wow, okay.
(Okay. That was...Definitely going to be bigger once it was even harder. He realizes a beat later that Corry is waiting for him, and Danny has to force himself to look up.)
So, you're really gonna rearrange my insides then, all right. (Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Danny's turning redder and redder by the second and eventually has to cover his face with both of his hands. Because. Wow.)
...You're really hot. (Approved.)
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