[It had been a careful, thoughtful sort of transformation from Danny being instinctively resistant about his body being worshipped (as it deserved) to Danny insisting that Corry do just that as often as possible. It had been a process Corry was, quite frankly, honored to undertake, because someone as gorgeous and responsive as Danny deserved to feel every bit of pleasure he possibly could. Still, it's not one he takes for granted, either.
Which is why he eagerly laps up everything Danny gives him, working his climax out longer with skillful, practiced thrusts of his fingers, his tongue, before easing back, albeit reluctantly. His tongue flicks against Danny's clit once more, drags slow and flat and heated over the length of his cunt, before Corry finally sits back on his heels and makes a show of licking his fingers clean.]
There. Much better. [It's not a question this time, because Corry knows his talents damn well. He settles back onto the seat, tugging Danny back against his side, kissing the corner of his panting, breathless mouth, affectionately.] Catch your breath, sugar, we got a couple more blocks. Didn't wanna make you wait to get the edge taken off.
(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.
[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.]
(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.
Do you, now? [Corry asks it only to tease, because he can practically smell how turned on Danny still is, even after coming that hard. Truly, the stamina of youth is amazing. If Corry were a lesser man -- a lesser being -- he'd never be able to keep up.
But he is what he is, and nobody alive could resist how sweetly Danny can beg. Corry slides his hand back over Danny's bare thigh, tracing his fingers lightly up the inside, feeling the slowly-drying streaks from how wet he still is.] You'd really ride me, right here, in the back of my car? Get me off and walk inside with my cum dripping down your legs?
[It's a gentle push -- Corry's always used a condom, always been mindful. But he's not fucking anyone else, and he knows that Danny isn't either. There are other risks, but honestly Corry can't think about those ones without feeling a forbidden, illicit thrill. Plus a part of him really does want that, wants to finish inside Danny, wants to fill him up, consequences be damned.]
I always want to make you feel good. (Danny never wanted to come across as desperate, but if Corry wanted him at any moment in the day, Danny would drop whatever he was doing.)
--Yes. (He stammers the word out because god...The way Corry talks to him sometimes. He's sensitive to the orgasm which only makes the idea of riding Corry that much more appealing. He knew his mom would murder him for considering having unprotected sex, more for pregnancy concerns than anything else, but...
The thought doesn't bother him quite as much as it probably should. Besides, he was on birth control anyway.)
You always make me want to make bad decisions. (He kisses Corry, smiling a bit guiltily.)
I want you in me. All of you. Especially that part.
[Corry's about to make some sort of smooth, suave response about how Danny always makes him feel good, when -- well. That stammer, those big eyes fixed upwards, eager and a touch unsure and so, so willing. Corry had always been the sort of man who preferred anyone he slept with to be not only consenting, but enthusiastic about it, and Danny truly brings that to a whole other level. Everything they do is met eagerly with those bright, earnest eyes, that voice like velvet, that grin that makes Corry's chest do dangerous, flip-flopping acrobatics.
It makes everything seem brand new, exciting and thrilling and a touch forbidden, and Corry is getting dangerously close to addicted.
He's smiling already, tugging Danny onto his lap, straddling his thighs, his big hands sliding up the backs of the young man's thighs and squeezing.] Especially, wow. Who am I to deny you anything you want? Especially if you especially want it. [He's teasing, but he's also guiding Danny's hands to his belt, helping him unbuckle and unzip, then leaning back and resting his hands on Danny's waist, hard and eager and throbbing in his hands.] If that's what you want, baby, I'm all yours.
(Danny is oblivious to any such impact he has on Corry. It's still a learning curve and Danny was only just trying to grasp the concept of actually being seductive. So it's hardly a surprise when he flushes red at Corry's teasing.)
Shut up or else I'm not going to let you cum at all anywhere on me. (And wouldn't that be a loss for both of them? Still, he is eager for it, regardless. He moves himself with a concentrated effort, brows pinched ever so slightly. He pauses for a second, every long winding lecture his mom has ever given him about safe sex whining at the back of his mind. But then he's looking at Corry and he thinks that Corry might be one of his better mistakes.
He sinks down onto Corry's cock, the smooth sensation an immediate and welcome difference to the unnatural feeling of latex. He wiggles his hips a little and it's not him trying to be sexy or good, but just adjusting to the strange but welcome feeling. He eases himself down further, inch by inch, splitting himself open on Corry. Although they have fucked a dozen times by now, it was always a bit breathtaking to have Corry's full cock buried inside of him. Especially when Danny was on top.
It's almost too much. Enough that when Corry finally bottoms out, Danny has to wrap his arms around Corry's neck and just rest his face against his shoulder for a second. A few breathy little moans ease out of him. He squeezes hard around Corry before finally pulling away from him. He rests his hands on Corry's shoulders for leverage and brings himself up, up, before dropping himself back down, a louder moan punched out of his chest.)
[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'.
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Which is why he eagerly laps up everything Danny gives him, working his climax out longer with skillful, practiced thrusts of his fingers, his tongue, before easing back, albeit reluctantly. His tongue flicks against Danny's clit once more, drags slow and flat and heated over the length of his cunt, before Corry finally sits back on his heels and makes a show of licking his fingers clean.]
There. Much better. [It's not a question this time, because Corry knows his talents damn well. He settles back onto the seat, tugging Danny back against his side, kissing the corner of his panting, breathless mouth, affectionately.] Catch your breath, sugar, we got a couple more blocks. Didn't wanna make you wait to get the edge taken off.
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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But he is what he is, and nobody alive could resist how sweetly Danny can beg. Corry slides his hand back over Danny's bare thigh, tracing his fingers lightly up the inside, feeling the slowly-drying streaks from how wet he still is.] You'd really ride me, right here, in the back of my car? Get me off and walk inside with my cum dripping down your legs?
[It's a gentle push -- Corry's always used a condom, always been mindful. But he's not fucking anyone else, and he knows that Danny isn't either. There are other risks, but honestly Corry can't think about those ones without feeling a forbidden, illicit thrill. Plus a part of him really does want that, wants to finish inside Danny, wants to fill him up, consequences be damned.]
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--Yes. (He stammers the word out because god...The way Corry talks to him sometimes. He's sensitive to the orgasm which only makes the idea of riding Corry that much more appealing. He knew his mom would murder him for considering having unprotected sex, more for pregnancy concerns than anything else, but...
The thought doesn't bother him quite as much as it probably should. Besides, he was on birth control anyway.)
You always make me want to make bad decisions. (He kisses Corry, smiling a bit guiltily.)
I want you in me. All of you. Especially that part.
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It makes everything seem brand new, exciting and thrilling and a touch forbidden, and Corry is getting dangerously close to addicted.
He's smiling already, tugging Danny onto his lap, straddling his thighs, his big hands sliding up the backs of the young man's thighs and squeezing.] Especially, wow. Who am I to deny you anything you want? Especially if you especially want it. [He's teasing, but he's also guiding Danny's hands to his belt, helping him unbuckle and unzip, then leaning back and resting his hands on Danny's waist, hard and eager and throbbing in his hands.] If that's what you want, baby, I'm all yours.
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Shut up or else I'm not going to let you cum at all anywhere on me. (And wouldn't that be a loss for both of them? Still, he is eager for it, regardless. He moves himself with a concentrated effort, brows pinched ever so slightly. He pauses for a second, every long winding lecture his mom has ever given him about safe sex whining at the back of his mind. But then he's looking at Corry and he thinks that Corry might be one of his better mistakes.
He sinks down onto Corry's cock, the smooth sensation an immediate and welcome difference to the unnatural feeling of latex. He wiggles his hips a little and it's not him trying to be sexy or good, but just adjusting to the strange but welcome feeling. He eases himself down further, inch by inch, splitting himself open on Corry. Although they have fucked a dozen times by now, it was always a bit breathtaking to have Corry's full cock buried inside of him. Especially when Danny was on top.
It's almost too much. Enough that when Corry finally bottoms out, Danny has to wrap his arms around Corry's neck and just rest his face against his shoulder for a second. A few breathy little moans ease out of him. He squeezes hard around Corry before finally pulling away from him. He rests his hands on Corry's shoulders for leverage and brings himself up, up, before dropping himself back down, a louder moan punched out of his chest.)
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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'.