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.
(Whatever uncertainty had been clogging up his mind earlier was completely gone in a matter of seconds. Not just because of the orgasm, but because of Corry just being himself. Obnoxious, dirty, lapping at his fingers as if Danny's cunt dripped the world's finest honey. Danny knew if he even said that out loud, Corry would absurdly agree with him and mean it from the bottom of his heart.
Affection blooms in his chest, dangerous and hot, when Corry tugs him in. Danny kisses him back, sated from the orgasm but knowing far more was to come. He's already sliding his own hand over the thick, telling shape in Corry's pants, humming against his mouth.)
I really like you. (It's - definitely not what he means to say in the slightest. It comes out far too soft and earnest, and it's one of those things where he nearly smacks himself because what a cliche. Saying something like that in a post-orgasm haze. He kisses Corry directly on the mouth, sucking his own taste off of Corry's tongue and lower lip before tipping his head back.)
What about you? I can take you in those few blocks.
[Corry had been more than content to sink into the comfortable cuddling that came post-orgasm, Danny especially breathless and loose-limbed, the afterglow making him even clingier than usual. It's become one of his favorite things, lingering in that handful of moments before that damn youthful stamina kicks in and Danny wants to go for round five or six.
But then he says -- that. And something flickers in Corry's eyes: surprise, a touch of confusion, then a hunger so, so deep that it's nearly scorching. Dangerous. He knows how dangerous that feeling is, that desire to take and hold and possess. He knows what it brings, and he'd never force that on Danny. Never. Not unless there were no other choices.
Still, he'd made a promise to himself to never lie to Danny. Not if he could help it. So Corry leans into that kiss, hand sliding into Danny's hair, stroking through the bright, silky strands.] I like you too. [So much. Too much.] And I know you can, but I'm not letting you kneel on the floor with bare knees.
[For someone who goes so rough when he's actually in the heat of the moment, Corry's surprisingly fussy about Danny's comfort. He'll fuck his throat raw, and then insist on hot tea nad lemon afterwards, so he isn't sore. King of aftercare.]
(It's a bit nerve-wracking to see that initial look of surprise, but Danny can't really blame Corry. They didn't say stuff like this, and part of him is relieved when Corry plays along. He knew that Corry liked him, that they liked spending time together, and he was okay with that. It was better than an accidental confession that spurred a heavier discussion and possible (probable?) rejection.
So he smiles, relieved, taking it in the most platonic sense humanly possible, and he's not sure if Corry's showing him mercy or just genuinely responding, but Danny's just grateful to still be against Corry. Warm and solid.)
Yeah, but I can ride you. Which wouldn't mean my knees on anything but the seat.
(Or- something. Corry's concern has always been mystifying and endearing especially because it is in such contrast to how rough he could be otherwise. He squirms against Corry, pressing up against him, minxlike and desperate to please.) I want to make you feel good too.
Do you, now? [Corry asks it only to tease, because he can practically smell how turned on Danny still is, even after coming that hard. Truly, the stamina of youth is amazing. If Corry were a lesser man -- a lesser being -- he'd never be able to keep up.
But he is what he is, and nobody alive could resist how sweetly Danny can beg. Corry slides his hand back over Danny's bare thigh, tracing his fingers lightly up the inside, feeling the slowly-drying streaks from how wet he still is.] You'd really ride me, right here, in the back of my car? Get me off and walk inside with my cum dripping down your legs?
[It's a gentle push -- Corry's always used a condom, always been mindful. But he's not fucking anyone else, and he knows that Danny isn't either. There are other risks, but honestly Corry can't think about those ones without feeling a forbidden, illicit thrill. Plus a part of him really does want that, wants to finish inside Danny, wants to fill him up, consequences be damned.]
I always want to make you feel good. (Danny never wanted to come across as desperate, but if Corry wanted him at any moment in the day, Danny would drop whatever he was doing.)
--Yes. (He stammers the word out because god...The way Corry talks to him sometimes. He's sensitive to the orgasm which only makes the idea of riding Corry that much more appealing. He knew his mom would murder him for considering having unprotected sex, more for pregnancy concerns than anything else, but...
The thought doesn't bother him quite as much as it probably should. Besides, he was on birth control anyway.)
You always make me want to make bad decisions. (He kisses Corry, smiling a bit guiltily.)
I want you in me. All of you. Especially that part.
[Corry's about to make some sort of smooth, suave response about how Danny always makes him feel good, when -- well. That stammer, those big eyes fixed upwards, eager and a touch unsure and so, so willing. Corry had always been the sort of man who preferred anyone he slept with to be not only consenting, but enthusiastic about it, and Danny truly brings that to a whole other level. Everything they do is met eagerly with those bright, earnest eyes, that voice like velvet, that grin that makes Corry's chest do dangerous, flip-flopping acrobatics.
It makes everything seem brand new, exciting and thrilling and a touch forbidden, and Corry is getting dangerously close to addicted.
He's smiling already, tugging Danny onto his lap, straddling his thighs, his big hands sliding up the backs of the young man's thighs and squeezing.] Especially, wow. Who am I to deny you anything you want? Especially if you especially want it. [He's teasing, but he's also guiding Danny's hands to his belt, helping him unbuckle and unzip, then leaning back and resting his hands on Danny's waist, hard and eager and throbbing in his hands.] If that's what you want, baby, I'm all yours.
(Danny is oblivious to any such impact he has on Corry. It's still a learning curve and Danny was only just trying to grasp the concept of actually being seductive. So it's hardly a surprise when he flushes red at Corry's teasing.)
Shut up or else I'm not going to let you cum at all anywhere on me. (And wouldn't that be a loss for both of them? Still, he is eager for it, regardless. He moves himself with a concentrated effort, brows pinched ever so slightly. He pauses for a second, every long winding lecture his mom has ever given him about safe sex whining at the back of his mind. But then he's looking at Corry and he thinks that Corry might be one of his better mistakes.
He sinks down onto Corry's cock, the smooth sensation an immediate and welcome difference to the unnatural feeling of latex. He wiggles his hips a little and it's not him trying to be sexy or good, but just adjusting to the strange but welcome feeling. He eases himself down further, inch by inch, splitting himself open on Corry. Although they have fucked a dozen times by now, it was always a bit breathtaking to have Corry's full cock buried inside of him. Especially when Danny was on top.
It's almost too much. Enough that when Corry finally bottoms out, Danny has to wrap his arms around Corry's neck and just rest his face against his shoulder for a second. A few breathy little moans ease out of him. He squeezes hard around Corry before finally pulling away from him. He rests his hands on Corry's shoulders for leverage and brings himself up, up, before dropping himself back down, a louder moan punched out of his chest.)
[Corry pulls a very serious, dramatic face, brows drawn together, nodding very solemnly.] Yes sir, of course sir. [He's only partially teasing, really, because Danny being a bossy tease is one of Corry's many, many favorite things about him. Yes, Corry likes to make him shudder apart and beg and submit -- as often as possible, actually -- but he didn't feel so bemused and delighted by Danny because he was predictable or easy to dominate. Those little moments of fire were delicious, every single time.
He obediently stays quiet, aside from a slow, breathy exhale. His hands slip up under Danny's loose sweater, resting just above the curve of his ass, steadying him as he slowly settles in Corry's lap. The words come soft, almost without conscious thought:] There's my boy, good. Just like that. [Danny shifts his hips just slightly, and Corry has so much goddamn experience, but he almost loses it right then and there. A couple slow, almost-groaning breaths and he's back in control, one hand slipping up and squeezing the back of Danny's neck, toying with the loose strands of his hair, loving the soft, curly strands right there.] Fuck, baby, you feel amazing.
[There's always a touch of a drawl there, an almost-accent -- southern, maybe, or something else, something lilting and unusual. Corry all but purrs when Danny pulls away, starts to ride him, so wet still, so tight and hot and perfect.] There y'go, good boy. Forgot how damn good you look in my lap, darlin'.
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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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Date: 2024-01-11 02:06 am (UTC)Affection blooms in his chest, dangerous and hot, when Corry tugs him in. Danny kisses him back, sated from the orgasm but knowing far more was to come. He's already sliding his own hand over the thick, telling shape in Corry's pants, humming against his mouth.)
I really like you. (It's - definitely not what he means to say in the slightest. It comes out far too soft and earnest, and it's one of those things where he nearly smacks himself because what a cliche. Saying something like that in a post-orgasm haze. He kisses Corry directly on the mouth, sucking his own taste off of Corry's tongue and lower lip before tipping his head back.)
What about you? I can take you in those few blocks.
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Date: 2024-01-11 02:57 am (UTC)But then he says -- that. And something flickers in Corry's eyes: surprise, a touch of confusion, then a hunger so, so deep that it's nearly scorching. Dangerous. He knows how dangerous that feeling is, that desire to take and hold and possess. He knows what it brings, and he'd never force that on Danny. Never. Not unless there were no other choices.
Still, he'd made a promise to himself to never lie to Danny. Not if he could help it. So Corry leans into that kiss, hand sliding into Danny's hair, stroking through the bright, silky strands.] I like you too. [So much. Too much.] And I know you can, but I'm not letting you kneel on the floor with bare knees.
[For someone who goes so rough when he's actually in the heat of the moment, Corry's surprisingly fussy about Danny's comfort. He'll fuck his throat raw, and then insist on hot tea nad lemon afterwards, so he isn't sore. King of aftercare.]
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Date: 2024-01-11 01:56 pm (UTC)So he smiles, relieved, taking it in the most platonic sense humanly possible, and he's not sure if Corry's showing him mercy or just genuinely responding, but Danny's just grateful to still be against Corry. Warm and solid.)
Yeah, but I can ride you. Which wouldn't mean my knees on anything but the seat.
(Or- something. Corry's concern has always been mystifying and endearing especially because it is in such contrast to how rough he could be otherwise. He squirms against Corry, pressing up against him, minxlike and desperate to please.) I want to make you feel good too.
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Date: 2024-01-12 02:03 am (UTC)But he is what he is, and nobody alive could resist how sweetly Danny can beg. Corry slides his hand back over Danny's bare thigh, tracing his fingers lightly up the inside, feeling the slowly-drying streaks from how wet he still is.] You'd really ride me, right here, in the back of my car? Get me off and walk inside with my cum dripping down your legs?
[It's a gentle push -- Corry's always used a condom, always been mindful. But he's not fucking anyone else, and he knows that Danny isn't either. There are other risks, but honestly Corry can't think about those ones without feeling a forbidden, illicit thrill. Plus a part of him really does want that, wants to finish inside Danny, wants to fill him up, consequences be damned.]
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Date: 2024-01-15 01:06 am (UTC)--Yes. (He stammers the word out because god...The way Corry talks to him sometimes. He's sensitive to the orgasm which only makes the idea of riding Corry that much more appealing. He knew his mom would murder him for considering having unprotected sex, more for pregnancy concerns than anything else, but...
The thought doesn't bother him quite as much as it probably should. Besides, he was on birth control anyway.)
You always make me want to make bad decisions. (He kisses Corry, smiling a bit guiltily.)
I want you in me. All of you. Especially that part.
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Date: 2024-01-16 03:13 am (UTC)It makes everything seem brand new, exciting and thrilling and a touch forbidden, and Corry is getting dangerously close to addicted.
He's smiling already, tugging Danny onto his lap, straddling his thighs, his big hands sliding up the backs of the young man's thighs and squeezing.] Especially, wow. Who am I to deny you anything you want? Especially if you especially want it. [He's teasing, but he's also guiding Danny's hands to his belt, helping him unbuckle and unzip, then leaning back and resting his hands on Danny's waist, hard and eager and throbbing in his hands.] If that's what you want, baby, I'm all yours.
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Date: 2024-01-16 02:37 pm (UTC)Shut up or else I'm not going to let you cum at all anywhere on me. (And wouldn't that be a loss for both of them? Still, he is eager for it, regardless. He moves himself with a concentrated effort, brows pinched ever so slightly. He pauses for a second, every long winding lecture his mom has ever given him about safe sex whining at the back of his mind. But then he's looking at Corry and he thinks that Corry might be one of his better mistakes.
He sinks down onto Corry's cock, the smooth sensation an immediate and welcome difference to the unnatural feeling of latex. He wiggles his hips a little and it's not him trying to be sexy or good, but just adjusting to the strange but welcome feeling. He eases himself down further, inch by inch, splitting himself open on Corry. Although they have fucked a dozen times by now, it was always a bit breathtaking to have Corry's full cock buried inside of him. Especially when Danny was on top.
It's almost too much. Enough that when Corry finally bottoms out, Danny has to wrap his arms around Corry's neck and just rest his face against his shoulder for a second. A few breathy little moans ease out of him. He squeezes hard around Corry before finally pulling away from him. He rests his hands on Corry's shoulders for leverage and brings himself up, up, before dropping himself back down, a louder moan punched out of his chest.)
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Date: 2024-01-17 02:46 am (UTC)He obediently stays quiet, aside from a slow, breathy exhale. His hands slip up under Danny's loose sweater, resting just above the curve of his ass, steadying him as he slowly settles in Corry's lap. The words come soft, almost without conscious thought:] There's my boy, good. Just like that. [Danny shifts his hips just slightly, and Corry has so much goddamn experience, but he almost loses it right then and there. A couple slow, almost-groaning breaths and he's back in control, one hand slipping up and squeezing the back of Danny's neck, toying with the loose strands of his hair, loving the soft, curly strands right there.] Fuck, baby, you feel amazing.
[There's always a touch of a drawl there, an almost-accent -- southern, maybe, or something else, something lilting and unusual. Corry all but purrs when Danny pulls away, starts to ride him, so wet still, so tight and hot and perfect.] There y'go, good boy. Forgot how damn good you look in my lap, darlin'.