[Corry should've known he was in trouble when he started thinking about Danny in contexts other than strictly sexual. When he slowed down at a sidewalk sale outside the record store to see if there was anything Danny might like. When he lingered on some cheesy old movie while mindlessly flipping channels, because he recognized it as one Danny had mentioned. When he woke up a thousand miles away and reached out across the bed for Danny's warm, sleeping form.
Dangerous. Danny had no real idea what sort of man Corry was -- and he didn't need to. He had a future, dreams, aspirations, and getting mixed up with Corry’s seedy lifestyle would only complicate that.
And yet. And yet.]
Oooo, tempting, very tempting. You are SO good at it, too. We'll call that round two, deal? Better pack an overnight bag, this may take a while.
Something you don't mind me tearing off with my teeth to get at you. Or that backless black thing you wore when I got back from Prague. Big fan of that on you.
(Danny had never had anything resembling an actual, real relationship before. Corry was it, and Danny tried to regulate everything. But he wasn't as smooth as he liked to think he was. He rushed to respond to every text, every call, every time Corry asked to see him. Danny sent Corry pictures and texts and had the habit of sending him dozens of videos on TikTok or SnapChat.
He knew in retrospect he was down bad, especially because he had made a few mixes with Corry's name on them that were filled to the brim with love songs. Mixes he tucked away under his desk in a shoebox because even Danny realized that handing them over would solidify something. He was almost positive that if he made that move, he might scare Corry off.
He didn't have the money Corry had, but that didn't stop Danny from saving stubs and sketching pictures and writing poems and cramming that shoebox full of all the things he wished he could say- but.
Sexting is good enough.)
I always pack an overnight bag when it comes to you :P
virgin killer.
you know, it's funny. you're the only person who really gets to see my body like that
(He doesn't know why he says this because it definitely is straying into Emotional Territory, but it's true. He usually kept himself in loose, baggy clothes that made his natural curves easier to hide. But Corry- well. Corry didn't make him worry as much about that kind of thing.)
[Maybe the biggest sign that Corry's down bad is that he'd actually downloaded both Tiktok and Snapchat for Danny. He has no idea how to use it -- his FYP is mostly a reflection of the videos Danny sends him, though occasionally he'll send along some cute dog or cat or something. His Snapchat, likewise, is mostly sunsets and dogs and cool plants. Corry's never been good at technology.
He also has to constantly fight his urges to do big, outlandish, ostentatious things -- like buying Danny a new car or flying him out to Paris or something. Corry had grown up poor and it didn't take a therapist to point out that he was trying to make up for all the years without by never denying himself anything. But that was the sort of thing that could become overwhelming or weird, after a while.
So he sticks to texting and messaging and lying awake thinking about Danny every damn night and spending as much time together as he can, between trips.]
As you should, because I'm never satisfied with only an hour or two of your time.
Yes, that one. I knew it had a funny name. [He'd actually searched up the style, finding the various photos of models lackluster compared to that first glimpse of Danny's back, completely bare, framed by the soft, silky knit of the sweater.
The last message gets a thoughtful pause, a faint whisper of careful in the back of Corry's mind -- which, of course, he ignores.] My initial response is to say "good", because you know how I feel about sharing. But that's not quite what you mean, is it, my darling?
(Danny had always been poor. He still lived with his family, although part of that was out of obligation. He didn't want his mom to have to take care of his sisters on his own just because their dad wound up being a loser who decided to walk out on them. Danny did his best to pay for his own stuff, and he knew Corry had money, but it had never once occurred to him to try and take advantage of that either.
Though the idea of seeing the world with Corry was...a shared fantasy, all right. The idea of traveling and just living with Corry...)
thank god. i'm glad i still can keep your attention for that long hehe
i've had it forever but never the right occasion to wear it until you
(Danny didn't like to share either, and he had made it clear a few times now that Corry was the only one he was sleeping with, the only one he cared to be with like this. They were exclusive without the strings, somehow, or that's what Danny tried to tell himself on a regular basis.
But especially in moments like this where something in his face softens and he feels that vulnerability unfurling.)
No, it's not what i mean (Corry knows him all too well.)
i just
you know. i know you see me the way i want to be seen i know that i can show you my body in certain ways and you're not sitting there enjoying it because im because i have a different body but because you enjoy me and my body because it's my body
like. i feel i could wear a skirt around you and you'd honestly just look at me like a boy in a skirt it's
i mean, it's really nice. not that i really dress like that anymore, but so many people get hung up on that shit and you can always fucking tell they wanna be like "well why would you wanna wear anything feminine doesnt that defeat the point?"
[It's a thought that's been more and more at the front of Corry's mind lately -- the idea of having someone to come home to, someone to be with him all those long, lonely nights overseas, in a hundred empty hotel rooms. He'd always put his energy and effort towards ensuring he'd never again go without, that he'd be able to have enough to support himself and the people (few as they were) who mattered to him. That he could be wholly independent. And he'd succeeded.
But now -- Danny. Who didn't fit into Corry's plans or his lifestyle or his world. Who was achingly mature and practical for someone who should still be enjoying being young and stupid. Who was irresistible in so many ways, physical and otherwise. Who Corry wanted to spend time with.]
Darling, you could spend the next five nights with me and I still wouldn't be in danger of becoming disinterested. I told you, I have a list of all the things I'd like to try with you, and we've still only just started.
What I'm hearing is nobody else has seen you in it but me, is that right? [Danny had never asked for exclusivity -- Danny rarely asked for anything, Corry noticed, he always tried to make do or manage with what he had, a habit Corry himself recognized. But Corry had been transparent, both about his recent sexual history -- recent screenings and the like -- and his current one. Normally he maintained several affairs at once, messaging or video chatting one person while spending nights with another, the picture of a playboy. But since that night, the seedy club, Danny's smile across the dance floor...Corry's left any messages from former lovers unread, much more preoccupied with messaging or calling Danny.]
You don't need to apologize, and you're not rambling, darling. I understand -- as much as I can, with my own experiences, of course. [Corry's always had trans friends, people who blurred or straddled or destroyed the lines, who presented in all manner of ways and identified as countless others. He himself had always been fairly secure in his own gender identity, but had been with enough trans men or women to understand that no two were identical. If Danny had only ever wanted to present or dress in a traditionally "masculine" way, Corry would've thoroughly lusted over him all the same.
Because it was Danny.]
You're exactly right, too. I enjoy you wearing pretty things, because I think they compliment you nicely. You're a stunning young man who I'm fortunate enough to have in my bed on the regular. I enjoy your body because it's yours. Regardless of how much or little is on it.
Though admittedly, I have a slight preference for there being almost nothing on it, because I like having easy access, but that's because I'm lazy and greedy.
You're sooo full of it. give me one week and i'll make you so sick of me you have no idea
(It's partly a joke and partly Danny lightly nudging the idea of spending actual proper time with Corry beyond just the bedroom and moments after sex or fancy dinners leading up to sex. Then again, the sex was really fucking good, so he'd still want that, but part of him wondered...
Corry was right. Danny never did ask for anything. He didn't really know how to in this situation. He was too preoccupied with doing his best to play it cool, play it easy.)
that's right. not to stroke your ego but you're kinda the one and only here. never got to do much before i met you (AKA nothing at all! Though his porn browser history more than made up for his lack of companionship. Corry was a lot better than even the best-rendered edits of Link getting plowed by a bunch of goblins.
Thing is Danny actually likes the idea of dressing a little slutty for some guy. He liked the idea of owning being a femboy from time to time, but not at the risk of sacrificing how a guy might see him. Enough people online griped about how it was just fetishism and how there was something inherently wrong, but Danny couldn't help but see something powerful in the idea of getting to wear a skirt and still be all male to whoever's face he was riding.
It certainly made him feel bolder with Corry, more confident. He's smiling as Corry sends him more texts, something achingly soft in is gaze, a swooshing warmth in his chest.)
you really lay it on thick. you do know you could get like anyone you want in your bed on the regular. i don't think fortune has much to do with it :P
but still. i'd wear anything you want me to wear
i should make you work harder for it sometimes. get you begging
That sounds like a challenge to me, my darling. It sounds like I might need to invite you along when I go to New York next week.
[It's out before Corry can think better of it -- he's mentioned the trip in passing, less formal than most of his business trips, a few shows at Madison Square Gardens, a whole lot of tourism. The idea of having Danny with him, of frequenting the shows and the parties and the exclusive clubs...feels nice. It feels good. Still, if Danny doesn't respond positively to the idea, Corry will drop it immediately.]
But you're so GOOD at stroking. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't deeply satisfied by the idea of being the only man who's ever been with you. There are some things I'm very selfish about, Danny.
[And you're one of them goes unsaid, but heavily implied. The sounds Danny makes, the way he looks when he's lost in pleasure, the way he tastes -- thinking about anyone else getting to experience those things makes something hot and possessive burn in Corry’s chest.]
I could get anyone in ONCE. The real art is making it a repeat occurrence.
Would you? Careful, that's the sort of thing that'll start giving me ideas.
As is that. I'd happily beg, on my knees and everything. You know how much I enjoy being down there, for you.
really?? (The way Danny immediately sits up in bed and just grips his phone tightly.)
i hope you realize that if we did that i would have to drag you around to at least ten different underground clubs i've heard of and make you have to deal with me trying to dj at at least one of them and i'd talk your ear off probably 100% of the time we're there
(The funny thing is it isn't even about New York City but the idea of having Corry there with him to share the experience with...
He's far gone.)
you're lucky I'M not devastated that i cant say the same for you although i am selfish and delusional enough to be determined to make you forget about like everyone else you've ever been with
oh pleeease i don't buy that for a second at all. you're way too good in bed and too handsome. (Still...He's smiling all the same.)
i like giving you ideas they pretty much always directly benefit me
I've made a couple calls. There are a few parties being thrown by people in the DJ scene -- if it's even cool to call it a "scene", of course. I might've gotten on the list of one or two. I like hearing you talk. [He's not just saying that either -- Danny has that beautifully genuine way of speaking, where it's clear he's not trying to impress Corry, he just honestly enjoys talking about things he's interested in. Even if Corry doesn't understand most of it, he's come to enjoy lounging in the sheets and listening to Danny sleepily talk about amps or foreign films or manga or tentacle porn.]
I wouldn't call it delusional. As I've said several times, you're very unaware of your own appeal, Danny. You don't see how people's heads turn when we're out and about. [Though he's probably well-aware of how Corry's hand always takes up a permanent spot at his lower back, protective and claiming at once, a silent back off; he's taken sign for anyone watching.]
We do tend to collaborate very well, don't we? Imagine the havoc we could wreak if we ever decided to turn our ideas towards...world domination or something. We'd set the world on fire, darling.
Am I? [He's tempted to ask for proof -- not the first time a text conversation's devolved into sexting. But he's actually in town, and he wants to make the most of every in-person moment with Danny he can get.] You can prove it to me in twenty minutes. I'm in the car now.
you're being serious (Both on getting on a few lists and liking to hear Danny talk. He's left in a bit of a daze because maybe, just maybe, this wasn't quite as one-sided as he had thought it was.)
i'd go anywhere with you. (As if that wasn't obvious enough.)
I think they are turning their heads for you, corry. you're kind of the total package (Although Corry's insistence had started to get to Danny. He knew someone else couldn't fix your self-esteem issues, but it sure as hell helped with how Corry always managed to make him feel genuinely wanted.
And he was aware of the way Corry kept his hand on him at all times when they were out. He had come to like that sort of possession. He snorts quietly at the joke.)
i'd rather just stick to being dominated by you on a regular basis. the world can fuck itself over.
oh, thank fucking god
(Because he really, really didn't want to have to use his vibe tonight. It wasn't the worst thing, but the real deal was infinitely better.)
i'll get ready. do you want me in anything special?
My darling, have I ever lied to you? [Neatly sidestepped the truth once or twice, yes, but Corry had decided from the beginning to be as honest as possible with Danny. Just because he was younger and less experienced didn't make him a child, or incapable of handling harsh realities. Corry owed him as truthful an explanation as anyone else. Plus, he...wanted Danny to trust him. For some reason that was very important to him.]
If you mean that, then clean your schedule for the last week of the month. I'll show you a good time. You'll be sick of me AND my full package by the end of it. ;) [Yes, that's a winky face, not even a real emoji. Corry is such an Old Man.]
Dominated, hm? You like that part? I've been holding back a bit in that area, but I might know a thing or two about domination. [That's an understatement; Corry is one kinky fucker.]
Blue. Something that shows off your legs. And no underwear.
Not that im aware :P (Danny's fairly sure that's how lying works, but in any case, he didn't think Corry lied to him about anything that really mattered. He didn't think he was sleeping around when he said he wasn't and at this point, that's all Danny cared about. Anything else and...well, Corry could tell him in time.)
i will do that. (He knew he was going to have a conversation with his mom, but he didn't bother mentioning that. No, he wasn't a kid, but living with his mom still probably wasn't the most appealing thing for people to think about.)
i definitely dont hate it. you don't have to hold back with me. i like everything we do, so. you'll know if i dont want something.
(Danny had been worried he wasn't kinky enough for Corry - though, really, he was open to exploring most things.)
Moght need to pick up a few things. My travel clothes are a bit last season, which won't do in NYC.
Just let me know. [Corry doesn't want to pressure Danny, he wants to be cool and chill and casual -- not to mention sensitive of his family situation. But he's also busily booking a second place ticket in between text messages. Just in case.]
Good, I'm glad. We might need some more discussion before we get too extreme, though -- not sure how much you know about kink, but ground rules are important. [Maybe Corry really enjoys the chance to be kink educator, sue him.]
I'll be checking to make sure, babe. Two minutes, meet me outside.
i didnt know travel clothes could be out of season. i've never been in season haha
it will be fine. i'll be able to go. (He mostly just wanted to make sure his mom was comfortable with the whole thing. The last thing he wanted to do was stress her out. It was probably one of the simpler things he has ever asked of her, at least.)
I know a decent amount. just not much experience. (Which sometimes he worried about not being able to live up to Corry's other experiences, but he tried not to think about it too much. It wasn't something that could be helped.)
but i'll honestly learn anything for you
(He was pretty desperate to be Good Enough for Corry and that feeling only increased day by day.
He got dressed in an oversized steel-blue knit sweater. Something that hung a little past his thighs and hung low on his shoulders. He slipped on a pair of his combat boots and nothing else before heading outside. It wasn't a dress, but it might as well be with how he was wearing it. Once outside, he stands under a nearby streetlamp, chewing on his lip and fussing with his phone.)
And yet you always manage to look stunning. Truly a unique talent.
[The temptation is there to spoil Danny with material things -- clothes and trips and expensive items. But Corry holds back, not wanting it to seem like he's trying to buy affection or pay Danny for their time together. He just...wants to be extravagant. It's what he knows.]
I'm more interested in what appeals to you. I have my own preferences, but you have the whole world at your fingertips. So much to try out.
We can talk about it tonight.
[Because the sleek dark car is pulling up now, and Corry’s opening the door, grinning cheerily and openly gazing at Danny's outfit.]
Goin' my way, hot stuff? [Corny, so corny, but he scoots over on the leather seat and motions for Danny to get in.] C'mon, it's freezing. Let's warm you up.
(Danny wouldn't know how to be spoiled. Granted, he considered himself pretty spoiled by his family, knew how hard his parents had worked to get him everything in his room. But this was a different kind of spoiling entirely.
At least Danny wouldn't see it as Corry trying to pay him for his time.)
yea but your preferences matter too
(Oh jeez. It's a bit nerve-wracking to see any form of we'll talk about it later. He's chewing on his lip just as Corry pulls up and he's quick to smile back.)
Just about. (He slides into the car with Corry, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.)
I'd like that. (He buckles himself in and tucks his cold hands between his own thighs, rubbing them together idly.) Thanks for coming to get me.
[Corry smiles back with immense, undeniable fondness, reaching out to gently tug one of Danny's hands away from where they're tucked, curling his own, much warmer fingers around it and squeezing.] My preference is you. Often and eagerly and as many ways as I can possibly have you.
[A pause, thoughtful, pressing a kiss to Danny's warmed hand and reaching for the other one.] ...also eating you out. That's another preference, I suppose. As long as that's involved, I'm pretty easy. [The thanks gets a nod, Corry lacing his hand with Danny's, resting their entwined fingers on the younger man's bare thigh with an appreciative, lingering gaze.] You're welcome. Excellent choice of outfit, by the way, though I'm sorry it's not quite weather-appropriate.
[Another pause, then Corry eyes the hem of the long blue sweater with an expression that could only be described as hungry.] Did you follow my...other outfit instructions?
(It's hard to stay skeptical when Corry looks at him like that. Corry really didn't need to humor him, after all. The man really could have anyone he wanted, so who was Danny to say he was biased? He skims his thumb against the side of Corry's hand, starting to light back up.
Then he's laughing, ducking his head almost shyly, but there's something delighted in the shift of his disposition, the way his shoulders relax and his legs part ever so slightly. He squeezes Corry's hand tightly after their fingers close together.)
That's definitely a shared preference. You're really good at it. (Like, unfairly.)
It doesn't really need to be weather-appropriate, does it? (After all, it was hardly as if he'd stay cold for long.)
What do you think? (He crosses his legs delicately, just enough for the sweater to rise up high enough to confirm that there was definitely nothing under.)
The only time I follow instructions is when they come from you.
Am I? So good I don't need to keep up my practicing? [Corry pouts deeply at this, which is only partially in jest -- he enjoys eating Danny out more than he has anyone, perhaps ever. The combination of the taste and the feel and the way the young man shudders and sounds when he comes on Corry's tongue is particularly addictive.]
No, not this time. [Danny's not going to be wearing much of anything for that long. Still, after a minute hesitation, Corry adds:] But if you'd like, in the morning we could go somewhere for breakfast. [A pause.] Or brunch. Probably brunch. I'm not going to be able to let you out of my bed before ten AM at the earliest.
[God, Corry wanted to bury himself in that soft, gentle slope from Danny's thigh to his ass. He can practically feel his mouth watering, sliding their entwined fingers a little higher, then exhaling slowly.] Good boy.
You enjoy following my instructions, hm? [Yes, the kink discussion is still very much on the forefront of his mind, shhhh.]
I should start insulting you more often. Humble you or something. (Because that pout is unfair. How the hell should a grown man look like that? Danny had been so mystified by how enthusiastic Corry was about going down on him. He knew guys bitched and moaned about going down on girls all of the time, and Danny had just figured - well.
He hadn't been sure what his sex life would ever look like. Finding the right kind of guy had always been abstract. He had always figured he'd backpack around Europe and Asia, playing music, maybe finding a guy or two who didn't care what was below his belt, and that was that.
But Corry was proving him wrong at every corner and he's almost positive that- that maybe...His little crush wasn't entirely in vain. At the very least, Corry didn't seem intent on getting rid of him or shooing him away the moment after they came. He nibbles on his lower lip, watching Corry, mulling the offer over. Between the invitation to New York City and now to stay the night...)
I'd like that. (He says it a bit too softly for someone who was sitting there without any underwear.) You'll have to give me something to wear though. Out.
(He absolutely wasn't going to wear just his sweater out in public. No, this was a treat for Corry alone.)
Definitely brunch. I'm really not a morning person. (He was a night owl through and through and often didn't even bother waking up until late in the afternoon.
Being called a good boy makes Danny practically bloom. There's a healthy blush that crosses his face and into his ears.)
Yes. (There's the urge at the tip of his tongue to tag on a snarky little "Daddy" at the end of that sentiment, but he's feeling a little dazed by the 'good boy' thing still.)
Mmm, you can borrow one of my shirts. [And isn't that a delightful thought, one that sends sparks of hunger through Corry's entire body and has him scooting a little closer across the seat.] I'll have my assistant pick up the rest. [Because of could he has a personal shopper.
Then Danny blushes, and that hunger just goes hotter, between the dazed, giddy look on Danny's face and the way his sweater is still riding up his thighs and that soft, sweet, velvety timbre of his voice as he talks about how he likes following orders, likes being a good boy. Corry doesn't think before reaching out, pulling Danny into his lap, face to face, suddenly unable to bear being apart for even an instant longer.]
Sometimes, hm? What would you like better do, you think... [Corry's hands are up under the sweater, squeezing at Danny's ass, then slipping up his back, pulling him closer, chest to chest.] Being so good and getting rewarded for it...or being bad and getting punished? [Here his big hands slide back to Danny's ass, his thighs, settling there with thumbs stroking back and forth over his bare, soft skin.]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? (He has picked up on Corry's possessiveness, just a little, and he finds it completely fascinating. Half because he didn't think anyone was looking at him like that anyway, but half because it made him feel - wanted.
Sincerely.
He's about to laugh at the assistant comment because it is absurd, but Corry's pulling him into his lap and Danny's thoughts go completely blank.)
Oh- (A breathy sound as he's guided effortlessly and man, that's one of his favorite things about Corry. How he could just pull him around like nothing. Danny squirms a bit against Corry, softly gasping, his arms folding around Corry's neck.)
Uh- (Right, he's being asked a question. But it's hard to think with Corry's hands on him.)
I have no idea. (Because he has no idea. He grinds ever so slightly against Corry, bare cunt already damp against his lap.)
Would um- (Why are they talking.) Depend on the day? (...) And- what you mean by punishment?
I like you in my shirts. [Matter of fact, because why lie? He likes Danny in everything, true (or, more often, nothing) but there's something deeply satisfying about him in nothing but one of Corry’s crisp button-downs, slipping down over a shoulder, open in the front. Corry is well-aware of his own possessive nature, and he's been fairly successful thus far in keeping it at bay.
Danny makes that a daily struggle, though. Corry suddenly wants to put his mark all over this beautiful, cocky, bright young thing, physical and emotional and metaphorical and literal. That's not something he's used to, and it rattles him a little.
Especially when Danny looks so sweet and breathless while talking about kink, of all things. Corry has a mental wish list a mile long of all the things he'd like to try with Danny, and the idea that he'd be open to any of them is...sort of addictive.
Leaning up to press his lips to the line of Danny's jaw -- one of his favorite spots, that and where his jaw and neck meet -- Corry feigns a thoughtful look, like he isn't noticeably hard just from having Danny in his lap.] There are lots of options. I could edge you -- not let you come right away, but get you riiight there over and over. Or I could make you come again and again, in a row.
[Fingers curling just a bit tighter into Danny's perfect, plush ass, he adds in a voice just above a growl:] If you're really bad, I might want to smack your pretty ass red. Turn you over my lap and everything. What would you think about that, my darling?
I like it too. I like it even better when you fuck me while I'm in one of your shirts. (There was just something undeniably satisfying about the whole thing. Danny generally preferred keeping a shirt on, especially when sleeping, and so he wound up in Corry's shirts more often than not.
It was a mutual struggle, truthfully. Danny was possessive and jealous in his own way. He just didn't know how to actually act on any of it without seeming clingy or demanding. He didn't want to push Corry away, and although he was a guy, he grew up with girlhood and his mom's wary judgment of his aunt, and it was practically engrained into him how guys could be with this sort of thing.
He liked to think Corry wasn't like that, but they had also never really talked about anything officially either. He wasn't ready to risk hearing something discouraging. But he soaked up any affirmation or encouragement he could get- and he got a lot of it.
Like right now. He's trying to concentrate on what Corry is asking, knows that it probably is technically important, but he had become sensitive to Corry mouthing at his jaw and neck. Danny rocks himself against the obvious outline of Corry's cock, rutting himself against it for some relief. Danny laughs a little, nose crinkling.)
I think I'd rather edge you. (Sometimes Danny hated dragging out an orgasm- but mostly because he almost got angry or weepy which was probably the whole point. But then the punishment...That gets an actual tremble from Danny.)
I like everything better when it involves me fucking you. [Corry nips harder at Danny's neck, one hand slipping out from under his sweater and moving up to slide into his hair, stroking through the silky, bright-bleached strands, then tugging back -- firmly, but not harshly, just enough to encourage Danny to arch his head back, give Corry better access to his throat.] On that, we agree.
[And then there's that tremble, the shiver that runs up Danny's spine, the way he pauses to consider it, the slow rut of his hips down against Corry's steadily-hardening cock. Danny still isn't good at asking for things -- guarded, careful, which is reassuring whenever Corry's away. He knows Danny's more than smart enough to keep himself safe by himself.
But he doesn't come straight out and ask for things, especially not in bed. There's still that air that this is all too good to be true, like Danny's just trying to enjoy the attention and not make demands. But every time Corry's careful exploration and questions gets close to something that hits just right, Danny goes shivery and quiet, voice silky and soft and sweet. It's one of the most addictive things Corry's ever experienced.
And this is, apparently, a way to get more of that reaction. He keeps his grip firm in Danny's hair, his other hand gripping tight at the young man's ass, keeping him from grinding down too hard, from getting too much relief from the movement. Corry's voice stays soft, searching, against the bright marks he's left scattered over Danny's throat.] Is that the same as you thinking you might like it? I need you to say it for me, gorgeous. I need to hear what you want me to do.
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Date: 2023-12-31 04:22 pm (UTC)Dangerous. Danny had no real idea what sort of man Corry was -- and he didn't need to. He had a future, dreams, aspirations, and getting mixed up with Corry’s seedy lifestyle would only complicate that.
And yet. And yet.]
Oooo, tempting, very tempting. You are SO good at it, too. We'll call that round two, deal? Better pack an overnight bag, this may take a while.
Something you don't mind me tearing off with my teeth to get at you. Or that backless black thing you wore when I got back from Prague. Big fan of that on you.
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:20 pm (UTC)He knew in retrospect he was down bad, especially because he had made a few mixes with Corry's name on them that were filled to the brim with love songs. Mixes he tucked away under his desk in a shoebox because even Danny realized that handing them over would solidify something. He was almost positive that if he made that move, he might scare Corry off.
He didn't have the money Corry had, but that didn't stop Danny from saving stubs and sketching pictures and writing poems and cramming that shoebox full of all the things he wished he could say- but.
Sexting is good enough.)
I always pack an overnight bag when it comes to you :P
virgin killer.
you know, it's funny. you're the only person who really gets to see my body like that
(He doesn't know why he says this because it definitely is straying into Emotional Territory, but it's true. He usually kept himself in loose, baggy clothes that made his natural curves easier to hide. But Corry- well. Corry didn't make him worry as much about that kind of thing.)
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Date: 2023-12-31 08:43 pm (UTC)He also has to constantly fight his urges to do big, outlandish, ostentatious things -- like buying Danny a new car or flying him out to Paris or something. Corry had grown up poor and it didn't take a therapist to point out that he was trying to make up for all the years without by never denying himself anything. But that was the sort of thing that could become overwhelming or weird, after a while.
So he sticks to texting and messaging and lying awake thinking about Danny every damn night and spending as much time together as he can, between trips.]
As you should, because I'm never satisfied with only an hour or two of your time.
Yes, that one. I knew it had a funny name. [He'd actually searched up the style, finding the various photos of models lackluster compared to that first glimpse of Danny's back, completely bare, framed by the soft, silky knit of the sweater.
The last message gets a thoughtful pause, a faint whisper of careful in the back of Corry's mind -- which, of course, he ignores.] My initial response is to say "good", because you know how I feel about sharing. But that's not quite what you mean, is it, my darling?
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:03 am (UTC)Though the idea of seeing the world with Corry was...a shared fantasy, all right. The idea of traveling and just living with Corry...)
thank god. i'm glad i still can keep your attention for that long hehe
i've had it forever but never the right occasion to wear it until you
(Danny didn't like to share either, and he had made it clear a few times now that Corry was the only one he was sleeping with, the only one he cared to be with like this. They were exclusive without the strings, somehow, or that's what Danny tried to tell himself on a regular basis.
But especially in moments like this where something in his face softens and he feels that vulnerability unfurling.)
No, it's not what i mean (Corry knows him all too well.)
i just
you know. i know you see me
the way i want to be seen
i know that i can show you my body in certain ways and you're not sitting there enjoying it because im
because i have a different body
but because you enjoy me and my body because it's my body
like. i feel i could wear a skirt around you and you'd honestly just look at me like a boy in a skirt
it's
i mean, it's really nice. not that i really dress like that anymore, but so many people get hung up on that shit and you can always fucking tell they wanna be like "well why would you wanna wear anything feminine doesnt that defeat the point?"
but idk you
you just seem like you get it.
sorry, im totally rambling
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:40 am (UTC)But now -- Danny. Who didn't fit into Corry's plans or his lifestyle or his world. Who was achingly mature and practical for someone who should still be enjoying being young and stupid. Who was irresistible in so many ways, physical and otherwise. Who Corry wanted to spend time with.]
Darling, you could spend the next five nights with me and I still wouldn't be in danger of becoming disinterested. I told you, I have a list of all the things I'd like to try with you, and we've still only just started.
What I'm hearing is nobody else has seen you in it but me, is that right? [Danny had never asked for exclusivity -- Danny rarely asked for anything, Corry noticed, he always tried to make do or manage with what he had, a habit Corry himself recognized. But Corry had been transparent, both about his recent sexual history -- recent screenings and the like -- and his current one. Normally he maintained several affairs at once, messaging or video chatting one person while spending nights with another, the picture of a playboy. But since that night, the seedy club, Danny's smile across the dance floor...Corry's left any messages from former lovers unread, much more preoccupied with messaging or calling Danny.]
You don't need to apologize, and you're not rambling, darling. I understand -- as much as I can, with my own experiences, of course. [Corry's always had trans friends, people who blurred or straddled or destroyed the lines, who presented in all manner of ways and identified as countless others. He himself had always been fairly secure in his own gender identity, but had been with enough trans men or women to understand that no two were identical. If Danny had only ever wanted to present or dress in a traditionally "masculine" way, Corry would've thoroughly lusted over him all the same.
Because it was Danny.]
You're exactly right, too. I enjoy you wearing pretty things, because I think they compliment you nicely. You're a stunning young man who I'm fortunate enough to have in my bed on the regular. I enjoy your body because it's yours. Regardless of how much or little is on it.
Though admittedly, I have a slight preference for there being almost nothing on it, because I like having easy access, but that's because I'm lazy and greedy.
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Date: 2024-01-01 01:19 pm (UTC)(It's partly a joke and partly Danny lightly nudging the idea of spending actual proper time with Corry beyond just the bedroom and moments after sex or fancy dinners leading up to sex. Then again, the sex was really fucking good, so he'd still want that, but part of him wondered...
Corry was right. Danny never did ask for anything. He didn't really know how to in this situation. He was too preoccupied with doing his best to play it cool, play it easy.)
that's right. not to stroke your ego but you're kinda the one and only here. never got to do much before i met you (AKA nothing at all! Though his porn browser history more than made up for his lack of companionship. Corry was a lot better than even the best-rendered edits of Link getting plowed by a bunch of goblins.
Thing is Danny actually likes the idea of dressing a little slutty for some guy. He liked the idea of owning being a femboy from time to time, but not at the risk of sacrificing how a guy might see him. Enough people online griped about how it was just fetishism and how there was something inherently wrong, but Danny couldn't help but see something powerful in the idea of getting to wear a skirt and still be all male to whoever's face he was riding.
It certainly made him feel bolder with Corry, more confident. He's smiling as Corry sends him more texts, something achingly soft in is gaze, a swooshing warmth in his chest.)
you really lay it on thick. you do know you could get like anyone you want in your bed on the regular. i don't think fortune has much to do with it :P
but still. i'd wear anything you want me to wear
i should make you work harder for it sometimes. get you begging
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Date: 2024-01-01 05:02 pm (UTC)[It's out before Corry can think better of it -- he's mentioned the trip in passing, less formal than most of his business trips, a few shows at Madison Square Gardens, a whole lot of tourism. The idea of having Danny with him, of frequenting the shows and the parties and the exclusive clubs...feels nice. It feels good. Still, if Danny doesn't respond positively to the idea, Corry will drop it immediately.]
But you're so GOOD at stroking. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't deeply satisfied by the idea of being the only man who's ever been with you. There are some things I'm very selfish about, Danny.
[And you're one of them goes unsaid, but heavily implied. The sounds Danny makes, the way he looks when he's lost in pleasure, the way he tastes -- thinking about anyone else getting to experience those things makes something hot and possessive burn in Corry’s chest.]
I could get anyone in ONCE. The real art is making it a repeat occurrence.
Would you? Careful, that's the sort of thing that'll start giving me ideas.
As is that. I'd happily beg, on my knees and everything. You know how much I enjoy being down there, for you.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:36 pm (UTC)i hope you realize that if we did that i would have to drag you around to at least ten different underground clubs i've heard of and make you have to deal with me trying to dj at at least one of them
and i'd talk your ear off probably 100% of the time we're there
(The funny thing is it isn't even about New York City but the idea of having Corry there with him to share the experience with...
He's far gone.)
you're lucky I'M not devastated that i cant say the same for you although i am selfish and delusional enough to be determined to make you forget about like everyone else you've ever been with
oh pleeease i don't buy that for a second at all. you're way too good in bed and too handsome. (Still...He's smiling all the same.)
i like giving you ideas
they pretty much always directly benefit me
okay now you really are getting me going
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Date: 2024-01-02 12:16 am (UTC)I like hearing you talk. [He's not just saying that either -- Danny has that beautifully genuine way of speaking, where it's clear he's not trying to impress Corry, he just honestly enjoys talking about things he's interested in. Even if Corry doesn't understand most of it, he's come to enjoy lounging in the sheets and listening to Danny sleepily talk about amps or foreign films or manga or tentacle porn.]
I wouldn't call it delusional. As I've said several times, you're very unaware of your own appeal, Danny. You don't see how people's heads turn when we're out and about. [Though he's probably well-aware of how Corry's hand always takes up a permanent spot at his lower back, protective and claiming at once, a silent back off; he's taken sign for anyone watching.]
We do tend to collaborate very well, don't we? Imagine the havoc we could wreak if we ever decided to turn our ideas towards...world domination or something. We'd set the world on fire, darling.
Am I? [He's tempted to ask for proof -- not the first time a text conversation's devolved into sexting. But he's actually in town, and he wants to make the most of every in-person moment with Danny he can get.] You can prove it to me in twenty minutes. I'm in the car now.
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Date: 2024-01-02 12:35 pm (UTC)i'd go anywhere with you. (As if that wasn't obvious enough.)
I think they are turning their heads for you, corry. you're kind of the total package (Although Corry's insistence had started to get to Danny. He knew someone else couldn't fix your self-esteem issues, but it sure as hell helped with how Corry always managed to make him feel genuinely wanted.
And he was aware of the way Corry kept his hand on him at all times when they were out. He had come to like that sort of possession. He snorts quietly at the joke.)
i'd rather just stick to being dominated by you on a regular basis. the world can fuck itself over.
oh, thank fucking god
(Because he really, really didn't want to have to use his vibe tonight. It wasn't the worst thing, but the real deal was infinitely better.)
i'll get ready. do you want me in anything special?
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Date: 2024-01-03 02:50 am (UTC)If you mean that, then clean your schedule for the last week of the month. I'll show you a good time. You'll be sick of me AND my full package by the end of it. ;) [Yes, that's a winky face, not even a real emoji. Corry is such an Old Man.]
Dominated, hm? You like that part? I've been holding back a bit in that area, but I might know a thing or two about domination. [That's an understatement; Corry is one kinky fucker.]
Blue. Something that shows off your legs. And no underwear.
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Date: 2024-01-03 05:14 am (UTC)i will do that. (He knew he was going to have a conversation with his mom, but he didn't bother mentioning that. No, he wasn't a kid, but living with his mom still probably wasn't the most appealing thing for people to think about.)
i definitely dont hate it. you don't have to hold back with me. i like everything we do, so. you'll know if i dont want something.
(Danny had been worried he wasn't kinky enough for Corry - though, really, he was open to exploring most things.)
done and done.
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Date: 2024-01-03 05:55 am (UTC)Just let me know. [Corry doesn't want to pressure Danny, he wants to be cool and chill and casual -- not to mention sensitive of his family situation. But he's also busily booking a second place ticket in between text messages. Just in case.]
Good, I'm glad. We might need some more discussion before we get too extreme, though -- not sure how much you know about kink, but ground rules are important. [Maybe Corry really enjoys the chance to be kink educator, sue him.]
I'll be checking to make sure, babe. Two minutes, meet me outside.
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Date: 2024-01-03 06:15 am (UTC)it will be fine. i'll be able to go. (He mostly just wanted to make sure his mom was comfortable with the whole thing. The last thing he wanted to do was stress her out. It was probably one of the simpler things he has ever asked of her, at least.)
I know a decent amount. just not much experience. (Which sometimes he worried about not being able to live up to Corry's other experiences, but he tried not to think about it too much. It wasn't something that could be helped.)
but i'll honestly learn anything for you
(He was pretty desperate to be Good Enough for Corry and that feeling only increased day by day.
He got dressed in an oversized steel-blue knit sweater. Something that hung a little past his thighs and hung low on his shoulders. He slipped on a pair of his combat boots and nothing else before heading outside. It wasn't a dress, but it might as well be with how he was wearing it. Once outside, he stands under a nearby streetlamp, chewing on his lip and fussing with his phone.)
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Date: 2024-01-03 08:58 pm (UTC)[The temptation is there to spoil Danny with material things -- clothes and trips and expensive items. But Corry holds back, not wanting it to seem like he's trying to buy affection or pay Danny for their time together. He just...wants to be extravagant. It's what he knows.]
I'm more interested in what appeals to you. I have my own preferences, but you have the whole world at your fingertips. So much to try out.
We can talk about it tonight.
[Because the sleek dark car is pulling up now, and Corry’s opening the door, grinning cheerily and openly gazing at Danny's outfit.]
Goin' my way, hot stuff? [Corny, so corny, but he scoots over on the leather seat and motions for Danny to get in.] C'mon, it's freezing. Let's warm you up.
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Date: 2024-01-04 01:17 pm (UTC)At least Danny wouldn't see it as Corry trying to pay him for his time.)
yea but your preferences matter too
(Oh jeez. It's a bit nerve-wracking to see any form of we'll talk about it later. He's chewing on his lip just as Corry pulls up and he's quick to smile back.)
Just about. (He slides into the car with Corry, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.)
I'd like that. (He buckles himself in and tucks his cold hands between his own thighs, rubbing them together idly.) Thanks for coming to get me.
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Date: 2024-01-05 02:59 am (UTC)[A pause, thoughtful, pressing a kiss to Danny's warmed hand and reaching for the other one.] ...also eating you out. That's another preference, I suppose. As long as that's involved, I'm pretty easy. [The thanks gets a nod, Corry lacing his hand with Danny's, resting their entwined fingers on the younger man's bare thigh with an appreciative, lingering gaze.] You're welcome. Excellent choice of outfit, by the way, though I'm sorry it's not quite weather-appropriate.
[Another pause, then Corry eyes the hem of the long blue sweater with an expression that could only be described as hungry.] Did you follow my...other outfit instructions?
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Date: 2024-01-06 02:26 pm (UTC)Then he's laughing, ducking his head almost shyly, but there's something delighted in the shift of his disposition, the way his shoulders relax and his legs part ever so slightly. He squeezes Corry's hand tightly after their fingers close together.)
That's definitely a shared preference. You're really good at it. (Like, unfairly.)
It doesn't really need to be weather-appropriate, does it? (After all, it was hardly as if he'd stay cold for long.)
What do you think? (He crosses his legs delicately, just enough for the sweater to rise up high enough to confirm that there was definitely nothing under.)
The only time I follow instructions is when they come from you.
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Date: 2024-01-07 04:09 am (UTC)No, not this time. [Danny's not going to be wearing much of anything for that long. Still, after a minute hesitation, Corry adds:] But if you'd like, in the morning we could go somewhere for breakfast. [A pause.] Or brunch. Probably brunch. I'm not going to be able to let you out of my bed before ten AM at the earliest.
[God, Corry wanted to bury himself in that soft, gentle slope from Danny's thigh to his ass. He can practically feel his mouth watering, sliding their entwined fingers a little higher, then exhaling slowly.] Good boy.
You enjoy following my instructions, hm? [Yes, the kink discussion is still very much on the forefront of his mind, shhhh.]
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Date: 2024-01-07 11:53 am (UTC)He hadn't been sure what his sex life would ever look like. Finding the right kind of guy had always been abstract. He had always figured he'd backpack around Europe and Asia, playing music, maybe finding a guy or two who didn't care what was below his belt, and that was that.
But Corry was proving him wrong at every corner and he's almost positive that- that maybe...His little crush wasn't entirely in vain. At the very least, Corry didn't seem intent on getting rid of him or shooing him away the moment after they came. He nibbles on his lower lip, watching Corry, mulling the offer over. Between the invitation to New York City and now to stay the night...)
I'd like that. (He says it a bit too softly for someone who was sitting there without any underwear.) You'll have to give me something to wear though. Out.
(He absolutely wasn't going to wear just his sweater out in public. No, this was a treat for Corry alone.)
Definitely brunch. I'm really not a morning person. (He was a night owl through and through and often didn't even bother waking up until late in the afternoon.
Being called a good boy makes Danny practically bloom. There's a healthy blush that crosses his face and into his ears.)
Yes. (There's the urge at the tip of his tongue to tag on a snarky little "Daddy" at the end of that sentiment, but he's feeling a little dazed by the 'good boy' thing still.)
Sometimes, anyway.
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Date: 2024-01-07 10:35 pm (UTC)Then Danny blushes, and that hunger just goes hotter, between the dazed, giddy look on Danny's face and the way his sweater is still riding up his thighs and that soft, sweet, velvety timbre of his voice as he talks about how he likes following orders, likes being a good boy. Corry doesn't think before reaching out, pulling Danny into his lap, face to face, suddenly unable to bear being apart for even an instant longer.]
Sometimes, hm? What would you like better do, you think... [Corry's hands are up under the sweater, squeezing at Danny's ass, then slipping up his back, pulling him closer, chest to chest.] Being so good and getting rewarded for it...or being bad and getting punished? [Here his big hands slide back to Danny's ass, his thighs, settling there with thumbs stroking back and forth over his bare, soft skin.]
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Date: 2024-01-08 12:26 pm (UTC)Sincerely.
He's about to laugh at the assistant comment because it is absurd, but Corry's pulling him into his lap and Danny's thoughts go completely blank.)
Oh- (A breathy sound as he's guided effortlessly and man, that's one of his favorite things about Corry. How he could just pull him around like nothing. Danny squirms a bit against Corry, softly gasping, his arms folding around Corry's neck.)
Uh- (Right, he's being asked a question. But it's hard to think with Corry's hands on him.)
I have no idea. (Because he has no idea. He grinds ever so slightly against Corry, bare cunt already damp against his lap.)
Would um- (Why are they talking.) Depend on the day? (...) And- what you mean by punishment?
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Date: 2024-01-08 04:01 pm (UTC)Danny makes that a daily struggle, though. Corry suddenly wants to put his mark all over this beautiful, cocky, bright young thing, physical and emotional and metaphorical and literal. That's not something he's used to, and it rattles him a little.
Especially when Danny looks so sweet and breathless while talking about kink, of all things. Corry has a mental wish list a mile long of all the things he'd like to try with Danny, and the idea that he'd be open to any of them is...sort of addictive.
Leaning up to press his lips to the line of Danny's jaw -- one of his favorite spots, that and where his jaw and neck meet -- Corry feigns a thoughtful look, like he isn't noticeably hard just from having Danny in his lap.] There are lots of options. I could edge you -- not let you come right away, but get you riiight there over and over. Or I could make you come again and again, in a row.
[Fingers curling just a bit tighter into Danny's perfect, plush ass, he adds in a voice just above a growl:] If you're really bad, I might want to smack your pretty ass red. Turn you over my lap and everything. What would you think about that, my darling?
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:49 pm (UTC)It was a mutual struggle, truthfully. Danny was possessive and jealous in his own way. He just didn't know how to actually act on any of it without seeming clingy or demanding. He didn't want to push Corry away, and although he was a guy, he grew up with girlhood and his mom's wary judgment of his aunt, and it was practically engrained into him how guys could be with this sort of thing.
He liked to think Corry wasn't like that, but they had also never really talked about anything officially either. He wasn't ready to risk hearing something discouraging. But he soaked up any affirmation or encouragement he could get- and he got a lot of it.
Like right now. He's trying to concentrate on what Corry is asking, knows that it probably is technically important, but he had become sensitive to Corry mouthing at his jaw and neck. Danny rocks himself against the obvious outline of Corry's cock, rutting himself against it for some relief. Danny laughs a little, nose crinkling.)
I think I'd rather edge you. (Sometimes Danny hated dragging out an orgasm- but mostly because he almost got angry or weepy which was probably the whole point. But then the punishment...That gets an actual tremble from Danny.)
...I don't think I'd hate that.
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Date: 2024-01-09 03:02 am (UTC)[And then there's that tremble, the shiver that runs up Danny's spine, the way he pauses to consider it, the slow rut of his hips down against Corry's steadily-hardening cock. Danny still isn't good at asking for things -- guarded, careful, which is reassuring whenever Corry's away. He knows Danny's more than smart enough to keep himself safe by himself.
But he doesn't come straight out and ask for things, especially not in bed. There's still that air that this is all too good to be true, like Danny's just trying to enjoy the attention and not make demands. But every time Corry's careful exploration and questions gets close to something that hits just right, Danny goes shivery and quiet, voice silky and soft and sweet. It's one of the most addictive things Corry's ever experienced.
And this is, apparently, a way to get more of that reaction. He keeps his grip firm in Danny's hair, his other hand gripping tight at the young man's ass, keeping him from grinding down too hard, from getting too much relief from the movement. Corry's voice stays soft, searching, against the bright marks he's left scattered over Danny's throat.] Is that the same as you thinking you might like it? I need you to say it for me, gorgeous. I need to hear what you want me to do.
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