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.
(He laughs with a skip in his breath, because yeah, they can definitely agree there. That laugh turns into a softer groan as his head is tugged suddenly back, and he knows why, so he bares his throat with complete willingness.
It's true. Danny was inherently suspicious of things, especially men, and especially nice men with nice things. But there are other things he's dangerous with. Things that involve breaking and entering into places long forgotten and stealing away things that no one remembered even existed anymore.
But when it came to sex, he was still learning to be confident. He still wasn't sure what Corry saw in him or how long it would last. His horniness made him bold and cocky at times, and he was glad for that, because he knew being insecure and uncertain wasn't sexy for most people. Corry's right though: Danny really did think it was all too good to be true. He can't wrap his mind around the situation and was just trying to soak up what he could while he could. Of course, he wasn't going to be demanding in bed.
He can't really lie though either. Corry was good at what he did and managed to get Danny trembling, wet, and honest within minutes most of the time. This was no different. Danny whines quietly, scrunching his face up a bit at the resistance against grinding. Danny huffs eventually, tipping his head down to look at Corry.
He looks partly annoyed, partly confused, but definitely turned on regardless, his face flushed and his eyes almost a little damp.)
I don't know- yes? Yes. (Snippy!) What I want- is for you to just fuck me. (He is a Simple Creature, Corry! More importantly, he's very horny right now!)
[Corry leans back to meet Danny's -- stunned, frustrated, wildly turned on -- gaze, and for a moment he just stays there, staring upwards. And then, perhaps absurdly -- he laughs. Corry doesn't usually laugh. He chuckles, usually, bemused and closed-mouth, with that smugly in-control smirk of his.
But this is a full-blown laugh, surprised and delighted and accompanied by him leaning up to kiss Danny's properly, firmly. He murmurs in that low, rich baritone of his, againdt Danny's mouth:] Gods above, you're magnificent, aren't you. And you've no idea at all.
[A crime! One Corry will happily remedy, kissing Danny once more, then easily depositing him back on the seat. The car isn't quite a limo, but there's more than enough room for Corry to slide onto his knees, elegant, languid, and tug Danny's legs over his shoulders.]
Your wish is my command. [This is murmured against one of Danny's bare thighs, then Corry is pushing the sweater up, out of the way, wasting no time settling into his new favorite spot in the entire world: between Danny's legs, kissing up the inside of one, fingers already moving to spread him wider, give him somewhere to bury his tongue.]
Shut up! (Danny actually whines. He doesn't really mean to and he would viciously deny that he whined at all. But it can't be helped. Corry severely underestimated how hot he was- or at least how much he did it for Danny. All of Danny's experience was isolated to Corry and Corry alone, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with incredible enthusiasm and a seemingly endless horniness.
That whine bleeds in beautifully to the kiss, and he absolutely just simmers against Corry, relishing in the contact and attention. He snorts quietly at the compliment. Corry's not wrong. Danny couldn't wrap his mind around Corry's fascination wit him, but Danny gives him an almost shy, nearly sweet smile because it was objectively nice to hear.)
Oh-! (He doesn't actually expect Corry to drop him onto his back. Or the way Corry is sliding his legs over his shoulders. And- woah- wow- oh!)
Oh my god. (A breathy, high moan leaves him because he really was pulsating with want tonight. He nearly blacks out, his head tipping back. It's hard to not want to squeeze his legs around Corry's head, and the only thing that really keeps him from doing so is knowing that it could limit what Corry could do with that tongue.)
Fuck- thank you. (There are other things he'd rather say, but he keeps that shelved high up and away. Corry's tongue might just be one of the best things on this earth right after Corry's cock. Some of Danny's nerves settle just at the sensation alone.)
There we go, there's my boy. [It's almost purred, right at the seam of thigh and hip, followed by Corry’s lips, pressing to the jut of one hipbone. He's tempted to linger, wondering if he can leave enough marks scattered over Danny's thighs that it'll be visible below the hemline of the sweater. It's an appealing thought, that sort of visible claim.
But Corry is a simple man at heart, and it's been a good few days since he'd gotten a taste of Danny, and really he's lasted long enough in proximity of his bare cunt without giving in to temptation. So he doesn't waste any more time, tongue gliding up the parted folds, soaking his senses with the gathered slick there. Danny gets so much wetter than anyone Corry’s ever been with, and he makes the most perfect sounds, breathy and needy and sweet.
The car is still moving, still rumbling, adding enough ambient sound to cover the positively obscene sound of Corry’s mouth, lips pressing hot to Danny's hole, tongue plunging inside, delving deeper than should be possible, then slipping free to circle his clit. The flat of his tongue rests there, pulsing slightly, just enjoying Danny shuddering and throbbing against him.
Corry leans back, chin slick, replacing his tongue with his fingers, following the path he'd set, around Danny's clit, inside him, then back up, again and again.] Feel better? [He knows the answer is a "fuck no" that even sensitive and inexperienced as he is, Danny still needs more to actually come.]
(Between being called Corry's boy and Corry's unfairly talented tongue plunging in and out of Danny's cunt. Danny's thighs were already beginning to tremble, an embarrassing tell of just how much he was into this. In his defense, he had already been getting worked up before Corry came to get him.
He was leaking almost profusely. And normally that would be embarrassing too, but Corry had swiftly eradicated any insecurities around that. That and it made taking Corry's cock infinitely easier. It's also the only time where Danny doesn't worry about what he sounds like at all, just too caught up in the deep push and thrust of Corry's tongue.)
Corry- please-
(Panting pathetically. The attention to his clit was especially maddening. Although it hadn't gotten much bigger yet, it was far more sensitive and Danny was writhing against the seat of the car all too soon.
He pops Corry with his thigh, more of a shove than a smack because really, Corry.)
Dick. (He was both calling Corry a dick and making a request.)
[There's a warm chuckle, and Corry turns to press his lips against the shivery muscle of Danny's thigh, rubbing his faintly stubbled cheek against the soft, silky skin.] Such manners. Remind me why I indulge you so much, when you're such a brat?
[He feigns thought for a moment, fingers sliding along either side of Danny's clit, swollen and sensitive and nearly throbbing at each touch. Then Corry delves deeper, pressing two fingers inside Danny again, deep and slow, burying them to the knuckle and enjoying every shudder, every involuntary clench of his perfectly tight, slick body.] Ah, right. It's because your cunt is the sweetest damn thing I've ever tasted, and I'm addicted to the way you sound when you come for me. That's it.
[Then Corry leans forward again, fingers thrusting deeper, pulling out and curling up, again and again, savoring how he can feel Danny shuddering and opening up for him, taking him deeper each time, slick and dripping into his palm, down his wrist. Corry's tongue slips around, between, alongside his fingers, hungrily lapping up every drop, chasing the perfect, heady taste back up to Danny's clit and pressing his lips there, sucking and teasing and stroking in time with the deep plunges of his fingers. He knows neither of them will be satisfied with coming just once, and god knows his aching cock is desperate to get back inside, but Corry also wants this first climax of the night to happen right here, with Danny's thighs on either side of his face, Danny sobbing his name in that sweet, breathy voice, Danny's cunt squirting on his tongue.]
Because you fucking love it. (His tease doesn't come out as strong as he'd like, breathless and almost choked.
Danny loved the teasing - even as he acted as if he hated it. He loved having his lips played with, his clit tugged and sucked at, and he loved the feeling of Corry sliding in and out of him with anything. He was sensitive everywhere.)
Fuck.
(Even a month or so ago, he would have loathed anyone acknowledging his cunt in any sort of way, but Corry had thoroughly convinced him that he was just fine with his body, and now, the dirty talk made him feel somehow empowered. It made him feel sexy and every bit like he was in the exactly right body he needed to be in.
His groaning increases as Corry begins to fuck him with his fingers in earnest, his back arching off of the seat. It's absolutely maddening, and when he finally does come, it is a generous squirt, something that drenches Corry's tongue as much as it probably does his face. His hands have slipped down and over Corry's head, fingers curling in against his scalp, and he's seeing nothing but white and a faint glittering.)
Holy...(Hell. He was never ever going to get used to that feeling with Corry.)
[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.
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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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Date: 2024-01-09 01:22 pm (UTC)It's true. Danny was inherently suspicious of things, especially men, and especially nice men with nice things. But there are other things he's dangerous with. Things that involve breaking and entering into places long forgotten and stealing away things that no one remembered even existed anymore.
But when it came to sex, he was still learning to be confident. He still wasn't sure what Corry saw in him or how long it would last. His horniness made him bold and cocky at times, and he was glad for that, because he knew being insecure and uncertain wasn't sexy for most people. Corry's right though: Danny really did think it was all too good to be true. He can't wrap his mind around the situation and was just trying to soak up what he could while he could. Of course, he wasn't going to be demanding in bed.
He can't really lie though either. Corry was good at what he did and managed to get Danny trembling, wet, and honest within minutes most of the time. This was no different. Danny whines quietly, scrunching his face up a bit at the resistance against grinding. Danny huffs eventually, tipping his head down to look at Corry.
He looks partly annoyed, partly confused, but definitely turned on regardless, his face flushed and his eyes almost a little damp.)
I don't know- yes? Yes. (Snippy!) What I want- is for you to just fuck me. (He is a Simple Creature, Corry! More importantly, he's very horny right now!)
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Date: 2024-01-09 05:58 pm (UTC)But this is a full-blown laugh, surprised and delighted and accompanied by him leaning up to kiss Danny's properly, firmly. He murmurs in that low, rich baritone of his, againdt Danny's mouth:] Gods above, you're magnificent, aren't you. And you've no idea at all.
[A crime! One Corry will happily remedy, kissing Danny once more, then easily depositing him back on the seat. The car isn't quite a limo, but there's more than enough room for Corry to slide onto his knees, elegant, languid, and tug Danny's legs over his shoulders.]
Your wish is my command. [This is murmured against one of Danny's bare thighs, then Corry is pushing the sweater up, out of the way, wasting no time settling into his new favorite spot in the entire world: between Danny's legs, kissing up the inside of one, fingers already moving to spread him wider, give him somewhere to bury his tongue.]
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Date: 2024-01-09 06:30 pm (UTC)That whine bleeds in beautifully to the kiss, and he absolutely just simmers against Corry, relishing in the contact and attention. He snorts quietly at the compliment. Corry's not wrong. Danny couldn't wrap his mind around Corry's fascination wit him, but Danny gives him an almost shy, nearly sweet smile because it was objectively nice to hear.)
Oh-! (He doesn't actually expect Corry to drop him onto his back. Or the way Corry is sliding his legs over his shoulders. And- woah- wow- oh!)
Oh my god. (A breathy, high moan leaves him because he really was pulsating with want tonight. He nearly blacks out, his head tipping back. It's hard to not want to squeeze his legs around Corry's head, and the only thing that really keeps him from doing so is knowing that it could limit what Corry could do with that tongue.)
Fuck- thank you. (There are other things he'd rather say, but he keeps that shelved high up and away. Corry's tongue might just be one of the best things on this earth right after Corry's cock. Some of Danny's nerves settle just at the sensation alone.)
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Date: 2024-01-09 09:49 pm (UTC)But Corry is a simple man at heart, and it's been a good few days since he'd gotten a taste of Danny, and really he's lasted long enough in proximity of his bare cunt without giving in to temptation. So he doesn't waste any more time, tongue gliding up the parted folds, soaking his senses with the gathered slick there. Danny gets so much wetter than anyone Corry’s ever been with, and he makes the most perfect sounds, breathy and needy and sweet.
The car is still moving, still rumbling, adding enough ambient sound to cover the positively obscene sound of Corry’s mouth, lips pressing hot to Danny's hole, tongue plunging inside, delving deeper than should be possible, then slipping free to circle his clit. The flat of his tongue rests there, pulsing slightly, just enjoying Danny shuddering and throbbing against him.
Corry leans back, chin slick, replacing his tongue with his fingers, following the path he'd set, around Danny's clit, inside him, then back up, again and again.] Feel better? [He knows the answer is a "fuck no" that even sensitive and inexperienced as he is, Danny still needs more to actually come.]
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Date: 2024-01-09 10:21 pm (UTC)He was leaking almost profusely. And normally that would be embarrassing too, but Corry had swiftly eradicated any insecurities around that. That and it made taking Corry's cock infinitely easier. It's also the only time where Danny doesn't worry about what he sounds like at all, just too caught up in the deep push and thrust of Corry's tongue.)
Corry- please-
(Panting pathetically. The attention to his clit was especially maddening. Although it hadn't gotten much bigger yet, it was far more sensitive and Danny was writhing against the seat of the car all too soon.
He pops Corry with his thigh, more of a shove than a smack because really, Corry.)
Dick. (He was both calling Corry a dick and making a request.)
You just made it worse.
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Date: 2024-01-10 05:46 am (UTC)[He feigns thought for a moment, fingers sliding along either side of Danny's clit, swollen and sensitive and nearly throbbing at each touch. Then Corry delves deeper, pressing two fingers inside Danny again, deep and slow, burying them to the knuckle and enjoying every shudder, every involuntary clench of his perfectly tight, slick body.] Ah, right. It's because your cunt is the sweetest damn thing I've ever tasted, and I'm addicted to the way you sound when you come for me. That's it.
[Then Corry leans forward again, fingers thrusting deeper, pulling out and curling up, again and again, savoring how he can feel Danny shuddering and opening up for him, taking him deeper each time, slick and dripping into his palm, down his wrist. Corry's tongue slips around, between, alongside his fingers, hungrily lapping up every drop, chasing the perfect, heady taste back up to Danny's clit and pressing his lips there, sucking and teasing and stroking in time with the deep plunges of his fingers. He knows neither of them will be satisfied with coming just once, and god knows his aching cock is desperate to get back inside, but Corry also wants this first climax of the night to happen right here, with Danny's thighs on either side of his face, Danny sobbing his name in that sweet, breathy voice, Danny's cunt squirting on his tongue.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:55 pm (UTC)Danny loved the teasing - even as he acted as if he hated it. He loved having his lips played with, his clit tugged and sucked at, and he loved the feeling of Corry sliding in and out of him with anything. He was sensitive everywhere.)
Fuck.
(Even a month or so ago, he would have loathed anyone acknowledging his cunt in any sort of way, but Corry had thoroughly convinced him that he was just fine with his body, and now, the dirty talk made him feel somehow empowered. It made him feel sexy and every bit like he was in the exactly right body he needed to be in.
His groaning increases as Corry begins to fuck him with his fingers in earnest, his back arching off of the seat. It's absolutely maddening, and when he finally does come, it is a generous squirt, something that drenches Corry's tongue as much as it probably does his face. His hands have slipped down and over Corry's head, fingers curling in against his scalp, and he's seeing nothing but white and a faint glittering.)
Holy...(Hell. He was never ever going to get used to that feeling with Corry.)
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Date: 2024-01-11 01:42 am (UTC)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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