No? There go my plans for showing off by bringing in live swans and fireworks for my final act. [Corry chuckles in amusement, stepping out of his own shoes and pausing to slide off his jacket while Danny kicks off his shoes. That wide-eyed blinking is -- incredibly charming, but that might just be the fact that Danny has the biggest, brightest eyes Corry thinks he's ever seen.
But he can also see the slight tension in the young man's shoulders, the way he braces himself as Corry carefully lifts his shirt up and off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. It's subtle, but definitely there, tangible when Corry reaches out to smooth a hand over the elegant line of Danny's collarbone, curling around the back of his neck and tugging him a bit closer.] Hey. Eyes on me, yeah? [No disappearing into your own head, Danny.
Once they're almost chest-to-chest, Corry leans down, kisses Danny again, this time slower, lingering, tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, bold but unhurried. His free hand reaches out, strokes over Danny's shoulder, his chest, lingering and learning the subtle contours of each muscle, feeling the way he shivers as Corry's thumb brushes against a nipple, then curls around a hip, stroking up and down all that soft, perfect skin.]
You're perfect. All right? [Between kisses, between Corry's tongue soft and warm and slow in Danny's mouth.] Absolutely perfect.
(The joke gets a relieved sort of laugh from Danny, mostly because it served as a nice distraction. Corry is ridiculously charming with his effortless comebacks and unfairly handsome face. He had a nice smile, Danny decided. Something that was equal parts attractive and inviting.
When his shirt is removed, Danny has to ignore the immediate urge to hunch over himself and wrap his arms around his chest. Old habits die hard. His only saving grace in life was that he had never had a big chest to begin with, but there used to be something. Still, he manages to keep his back mostly straight and keeps his hands from moving to cover himself by fidgeting with the waistline of his pants instead.
Then Corry's voice demands his attention and it works beautifully. His eyes snap up to Corry's face and Danny's whole body goes still. It isn't until he's kissed again that he begins to truly relax. Between Corry's skilled mouth and warm hands, Danny sinks into the moment. Corry could have anyone, anyone at all, and could have just as easily rejected Danny several times over by now. But he didn't.
He didn't.
Along with trembling comes swiftly hardening nipples and pricked skin. He really has never had even this, and it's electrifying to have someone's hands gliding over him so effortlessly. Like he was actually-)
--Hhh... (A soft noise escapes him at the compliment, color rising into his cheeks. Normally he might fight on that front, but nothing could be further from his mind right now. The velvet-smooth kiss was breaking him apart, his arms winding around Corry's neck, pulling himself up against Corry's body, burrowing himself against the harder, defined planes of Corry. Instead of it making Danny feel self-aware, he just feels as though molten lava has been poured through his veins and he's on fire.
He pulls away from the kiss, with reluctance, but only so that he can push his pants and underwear down both in one effortless motion, pushing them to the side. He moves away from Corry then, backing up carefully until he can sit at the edge of the bed. He has his legs squeezed together, something both elegant and shy in his pose, the way he puts his hands on the bed behind him, leaning slightly to the side with his head tipped.)
Really?
(There's a small smile on his face. He had ashy blonde hair down below, somewhat thick, but it didn't hide the fact that his clit was far more prominent than most, a thick nub already swollen and red. He slides himself across the bed until he's against the headboard. Then he pulls his legs apart, allowing his cunt to be on full display, lips already glistening and puffed from arousal. Danny hesitates a second before reaching down, using his own fingers to spread himself open even further.)
[There's that wide-eyed look again, still and cautious and hopeful all at once, like Danny wants to trust what Corry's offering him, but he doesn't quite know how. It's almost innocent, but far from naive, and it makes Corry all the more determined to make this the best night of Danny's life. He wants to impress, which isn't normal for him -- often he just coasts along, letting his objective good looks do most of the work.
But not this time. Danny sinks against him, all heat and eagerness and sweetness, and Corry wants to use every trick, every skill, wants to shatter this boy and put him back together, over and over again. There's a soft huffy sound when Danny steps away, but Corry can be patient, against all evidence. It's worth it, too -- he gets to see Danny climb onto the bed, momentarily demure with his knees pressed together, before he scoots back and spreads his legs and gods almighty Corry's never moved so fast.
He's on the bed in an instant, leaving his shirt in a pile on the floor, gaze nearly predatory as he closes the space between them. He wants to touch everywhere, wants to kiss that cocky, bold look right off Danny's face, wants to make him scream. But he settles for pausing between Danny's spread thighs, hands on either side of his waist, reaching down and grabbing that teasing hand, drawing it up. Without looking away, Corry slowly slides his tongue over the fingers that Danny had been touching himself with, pulls them into his mouth and sucks slow, lingering, savoring that taste.]
Baby, you have no idea. [It's murmured as he lets Danny's hand free, rising up on his knees and unbuckling his pants, then slowly pushing them down and off -- no underwear, he's that kind of guy. He's also the kind of guy they write romance novels about, thick and cut and long, half-hard and already resting heavily against his thigh. Much as he wants to move forward, Corry pauses, tilting his head to one side, arching both eyebrows expectantly. Waiting for approval]
(The enthusiasm is somehow completely unexpected - even despite everything leading up to it. Although that had been the entire point of attempting to seduce Corry in the first place when he slipped onto the bed. He's never been wanted before least of all in such an explicit, immediate way, and it gives him an oddly bright sense of relief. He winds up giggling lowly at the approach, flushed with giddiness that is only amplified by the way Corry sucks on his fingers.
If he hadn't been turned on before, that would have done him in. He can feel himself clenching up, the deepest part of his body aching hotly. It was almost more painful to not have something inside him at this point.)
I think I'm starting to understand.
(Danny bites his lip, watching Corry undress. The lack of underwear isn't much of a surprise, but everything else certainly is. Danny's eyes widen and his mouth falls open ever so slightly.) Oh- wow, okay.
(Okay. That was...Definitely going to be bigger once it was even harder. He realizes a beat later that Corry is waiting for him, and Danny has to force himself to look up.)
So, you're really gonna rearrange my insides then, all right. (Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Danny's turning redder and redder by the second and eventually has to cover his face with both of his hands. Because. Wow.)
[Every time Corry thinks he has Danny's next move anticipated, he does something unexpected -- that bright giggle, the red in his cheeks, the way he stares at Corry's cock like it's something both terrifying and fascinating, the way he hides his face in his hands. He's a marvel, a collection of unexpected delights, and even Corry's carefully practiced look of seduction slips into a genuine, bemused smile.
He chuckles, sitting back on his heels and tugging Danny's legs to rest on either side of his hips.] Not necessarily. If you're not into that, I have lots and lots of other options. [Still, even being this close to Danny's perfect, mouth-wateringly soaked cunt has Corry rapidly growing harder and harder, cock filling until he has to grip the base, slowly stroking to the tip, almost absently.] Not to say I don't want to get inside you right this minute. Because I do. But we can work up to that, hm?
[Then, laughing again, Corry lets his cock go, letting it bump against Danny's stomach -- and gods, that sends a pulse of desire through him, seeing how deep inside he'd be able to reach, wondering wildly if he'd be able to feel himself inside Danny if he pressed a hand to his stomach. Corry swallows, control visibly slipping as he leans in to kiss Danny's forehead, then gently tug one of his hands away to kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth.]
I am. And so are you. So we're both in good company. [Corny, so corny, but he's got that crooked, bright grin on his face as he pulls Danny's other hand away and kisses his lips, firmly.] Can I go down on you?
Uh, no, I'm extremely into that. (He needed to walk away from tonight feeling like a changed man by that cock and if he didn't, it would be a fucking travesty on an unrecognized scale. He gazes back down at that behemoth of a cock and he can feel his own mouth watering. This guy was absolutely ruining him for anyone else and Danny wasn't so sure that he minded.
He's almost disappointed by the idea of working up to that, but he knows that Corry is probably right and also that it was probably going to be well worth the trip. He's about to say something more when Corry's cock slaps against his stomach and his pupils just blow out. His legs naturally fall open a bit wider around Corry and he has the most insane, wild instinct to just have Corry pump him full over and over and over-)
Huh?
(Sorry, his brain was cock-destroyed. He blinks a few times as those sweet kisses scatter over his fact, a smile growing despite the sheer sensuality of the situation.)
[There's that bright, bemused flash of a grin again, and Corry leaning down to catch Danny's lips again -- he's not usually such a big kisser, but, well. Danny's mouth begs for it, quite frankly, and who is he to refuse? Besides, it's impossible to resist when those big, bright eyes are fixed on his cock like it's the most compelling, tempting thing in existence.]
Careful with making sweeping statements like that, my darling. I could have all sorts of nefarious intentions, after all. [Another kiss, then Corry's shifting back on his heels, letting his cock slide down Danny's stomach, over his hip, his thigh, tantalizingly close to his spread, slick cunt, and there's definitely a temptation there to forego foreplay entirely and just get inside him. But Corry has plans, ones that involve him kissing down over Danny's neck, his collarbone, lingering for a moment at his chest.
One big hand smooths up Danny's side, following the gentle curve from hip to waist, then over, thumbing across one peaked nipple, before following the gesture with his mouth. Corry definitely wants to come back here, wants to teethe and tease at Danny's chest until he's squirming -- but later. For now he just feels, kisses, flicks his tongue over one peak, then the other, then continues down.]
Lie back a bit. [It's murmured at the sharp jut of one hipbone as Corry stretches out fully, curling his hands around Danny's thighs to keep them spread, give him enough room to work. Then he's there, the flat of his tongue licking up the flushed, swollen seam of Danny's cunt, humming approvingly at the taste. So much better straight from the source.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 05:27 am (UTC)But he can also see the slight tension in the young man's shoulders, the way he braces himself as Corry carefully lifts his shirt up and off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. It's subtle, but definitely there, tangible when Corry reaches out to smooth a hand over the elegant line of Danny's collarbone, curling around the back of his neck and tugging him a bit closer.] Hey. Eyes on me, yeah? [No disappearing into your own head, Danny.
Once they're almost chest-to-chest, Corry leans down, kisses Danny again, this time slower, lingering, tongue pressing between his lips and into his mouth, bold but unhurried. His free hand reaches out, strokes over Danny's shoulder, his chest, lingering and learning the subtle contours of each muscle, feeling the way he shivers as Corry's thumb brushes against a nipple, then curls around a hip, stroking up and down all that soft, perfect skin.]
You're perfect. All right? [Between kisses, between Corry's tongue soft and warm and slow in Danny's mouth.] Absolutely perfect.
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:49 pm (UTC)When his shirt is removed, Danny has to ignore the immediate urge to hunch over himself and wrap his arms around his chest. Old habits die hard. His only saving grace in life was that he had never had a big chest to begin with, but there used to be something. Still, he manages to keep his back mostly straight and keeps his hands from moving to cover himself by fidgeting with the waistline of his pants instead.
Then Corry's voice demands his attention and it works beautifully. His eyes snap up to Corry's face and Danny's whole body goes still. It isn't until he's kissed again that he begins to truly relax. Between Corry's skilled mouth and warm hands, Danny sinks into the moment. Corry could have anyone, anyone at all, and could have just as easily rejected Danny several times over by now. But he didn't.
He didn't.
Along with trembling comes swiftly hardening nipples and pricked skin. He really has never had even this, and it's electrifying to have someone's hands gliding over him so effortlessly. Like he was actually-)
--Hhh... (A soft noise escapes him at the compliment, color rising into his cheeks. Normally he might fight on that front, but nothing could be further from his mind right now. The velvet-smooth kiss was breaking him apart, his arms winding around Corry's neck, pulling himself up against Corry's body, burrowing himself against the harder, defined planes of Corry. Instead of it making Danny feel self-aware, he just feels as though molten lava has been poured through his veins and he's on fire.
He pulls away from the kiss, with reluctance, but only so that he can push his pants and underwear down both in one effortless motion, pushing them to the side. He moves away from Corry then, backing up carefully until he can sit at the edge of the bed. He has his legs squeezed together, something both elegant and shy in his pose, the way he puts his hands on the bed behind him, leaning slightly to the side with his head tipped.)
Really?
(There's a small smile on his face. He had ashy blonde hair down below, somewhat thick, but it didn't hide the fact that his clit was far more prominent than most, a thick nub already swollen and red. He slides himself across the bed until he's against the headboard. Then he pulls his legs apart, allowing his cunt to be on full display, lips already glistening and puffed from arousal. Danny hesitates a second before reaching down, using his own fingers to spread himself open even further.)
Even here? (He is bold.)
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Date: 2024-01-11 01:58 am (UTC)But not this time. Danny sinks against him, all heat and eagerness and sweetness, and Corry wants to use every trick, every skill, wants to shatter this boy and put him back together, over and over again. There's a soft huffy sound when Danny steps away, but Corry can be patient, against all evidence. It's worth it, too -- he gets to see Danny climb onto the bed, momentarily demure with his knees pressed together, before he scoots back and spreads his legs and gods almighty Corry's never moved so fast.
He's on the bed in an instant, leaving his shirt in a pile on the floor, gaze nearly predatory as he closes the space between them. He wants to touch everywhere, wants to kiss that cocky, bold look right off Danny's face, wants to make him scream. But he settles for pausing between Danny's spread thighs, hands on either side of his waist, reaching down and grabbing that teasing hand, drawing it up. Without looking away, Corry slowly slides his tongue over the fingers that Danny had been touching himself with, pulls them into his mouth and sucks slow, lingering, savoring that taste.]
Baby, you have no idea. [It's murmured as he lets Danny's hand free, rising up on his knees and unbuckling his pants, then slowly pushing them down and off -- no underwear, he's that kind of guy. He's also the kind of guy they write romance novels about, thick and cut and long, half-hard and already resting heavily against his thigh. Much as he wants to move forward, Corry pauses, tilting his head to one side, arching both eyebrows expectantly. Waiting for approval]
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Date: 2024-01-11 02:13 am (UTC)If he hadn't been turned on before, that would have done him in. He can feel himself clenching up, the deepest part of his body aching hotly. It was almost more painful to not have something inside him at this point.)
I think I'm starting to understand.
(Danny bites his lip, watching Corry undress. The lack of underwear isn't much of a surprise, but everything else certainly is. Danny's eyes widen and his mouth falls open ever so slightly.) Oh- wow, okay.
(Okay. That was...Definitely going to be bigger once it was even harder. He realizes a beat later that Corry is waiting for him, and Danny has to force himself to look up.)
So, you're really gonna rearrange my insides then, all right. (Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Danny's turning redder and redder by the second and eventually has to cover his face with both of his hands. Because. Wow.)
...You're really hot. (Approved.)
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Date: 2024-01-11 03:11 am (UTC)He chuckles, sitting back on his heels and tugging Danny's legs to rest on either side of his hips.] Not necessarily. If you're not into that, I have lots and lots of other options. [Still, even being this close to Danny's perfect, mouth-wateringly soaked cunt has Corry rapidly growing harder and harder, cock filling until he has to grip the base, slowly stroking to the tip, almost absently.] Not to say I don't want to get inside you right this minute. Because I do. But we can work up to that, hm?
[Then, laughing again, Corry lets his cock go, letting it bump against Danny's stomach -- and gods, that sends a pulse of desire through him, seeing how deep inside he'd be able to reach, wondering wildly if he'd be able to feel himself inside Danny if he pressed a hand to his stomach. Corry swallows, control visibly slipping as he leans in to kiss Danny's forehead, then gently tug one of his hands away to kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth.]
I am. And so are you. So we're both in good company. [Corny, so corny, but he's got that crooked, bright grin on his face as he pulls Danny's other hand away and kisses his lips, firmly.] Can I go down on you?
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Date: 2024-01-11 02:01 pm (UTC)He's almost disappointed by the idea of working up to that, but he knows that Corry is probably right and also that it was probably going to be well worth the trip. He's about to say something more when Corry's cock slaps against his stomach and his pupils just blow out. His legs naturally fall open a bit wider around Corry and he has the most insane, wild instinct to just have Corry pump him full over and over and over-)
Huh?
(Sorry, his brain was cock-destroyed. He blinks a few times as those sweet kisses scatter over his fact, a smile growing despite the sheer sensuality of the situation.)
Corry, you can do whatever you want to me.
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:54 am (UTC)Careful with making sweeping statements like that, my darling. I could have all sorts of nefarious intentions, after all. [Another kiss, then Corry's shifting back on his heels, letting his cock slide down Danny's stomach, over his hip, his thigh, tantalizingly close to his spread, slick cunt, and there's definitely a temptation there to forego foreplay entirely and just get inside him. But Corry has plans, ones that involve him kissing down over Danny's neck, his collarbone, lingering for a moment at his chest.
One big hand smooths up Danny's side, following the gentle curve from hip to waist, then over, thumbing across one peaked nipple, before following the gesture with his mouth. Corry definitely wants to come back here, wants to teethe and tease at Danny's chest until he's squirming -- but later. For now he just feels, kisses, flicks his tongue over one peak, then the other, then continues down.]
Lie back a bit. [It's murmured at the sharp jut of one hipbone as Corry stretches out fully, curling his hands around Danny's thighs to keep them spread, give him enough room to work. Then he's there, the flat of his tongue licking up the flushed, swollen seam of Danny's cunt, humming approvingly at the taste. So much better straight from the source.]