[Oh... He had known something was coming, but even so Alex wasn't entirely prepared for the sheer filth contained within the words. There is a curl of heat in his belly as Danny paints such a wonderful picture. He can see him, on his knees, taking Alex's cock into his mouth, head bobbing up and down, slower than usual, but he has no doubts at all that it'll feel so, so good. He can barely keep himself from groaning low at the thought, as Danny describes it. It's always enough to pull some sounds from his lips, no matter how hard he might try to keep them in. It's become a favourite of his, Danny's mouth on his cock, the swipe of Danny's tongue, or the way he'll hum or moan to signal his enjoyment. Alex can never quite resist it.
He adds nothing to the fantasy, of course, not with any words. In his mind he imagines what he'll do, though, should this lovely picture turn to reality the moment he gets home. And he has no doubt it will, considering how he hears Danny moving around on the couch (or the bed, he doesn't know which), suspects perhaps he'll be reaching into his pants to take himself in hand while he continues the narrative.
As if imagining Danny sucking him off isn't enough, imagining being denied of release, and then thinking of how Danny might be touching himself right now has Alex's excitement move beyond pure arousal. he can feel himself hardening in his fancy dress pants and suddenly he's thankful they're not very tight, that his coat is long. Well, if Danny doesn't immediately start something when he arrives, Alex certainly will. He'd never have thought that a month ago, but they've grown closer since then, and he feels confident initiating, at least sometimes.
There is another catch of his breath when Danny continues, every filthy word going straight to his cock now. He imagines how it'll feel to kiss Danny back, how much desire he'll put into it, while his hands grip at the other man's hips, fingers digging in in his excitement.
The rest of what Danny describes actually does pull a soft, quiet sound from his lips, something he hasn't quite got a name for, something between a gasp and a groan, perhaps. Because Alex has come to love having Danny's fingers in him, too, even when it's not a sweet prelude to the exquisite feel of Danny's cock pushing into him. It's always wonderful in and of itself, and he can't believe he's so wound up here on the street, nearly bumping into a passerby because he's that distracted, all from words about Danny doing something to him he's not experienced before. Denial sounds like a wonderful thing, if Danny's reactions to it during their brief experimentation were anything to go by.]
Danny... [He breathes out the name, as if he's tasting it, all his eagerness so evident. He forgets he;s in public for a moment, too, but catches himself a second later, is glad there's not anyone on the sidewalk near him now.] What will you do next?
[His cock is near fully erect in the confines of his pants now. He thinks, momentarily, about stopping to button up his coat, but that would waste time, as he's only ten minutes away now. Just ten minutes. He pulls his coat closed as much as he can manage with one hand, looking forward, impatient for both the moment when he sees Danny's building and what words will be spoken next through the phone.]
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He adds nothing to the fantasy, of course, not with any words. In his mind he imagines what he'll do, though, should this lovely picture turn to reality the moment he gets home. And he has no doubt it will, considering how he hears Danny moving around on the couch (or the bed, he doesn't know which), suspects perhaps he'll be reaching into his pants to take himself in hand while he continues the narrative.
As if imagining Danny sucking him off isn't enough, imagining being denied of release, and then thinking of how Danny might be touching himself right now has Alex's excitement move beyond pure arousal. he can feel himself hardening in his fancy dress pants and suddenly he's thankful they're not very tight, that his coat is long. Well, if Danny doesn't immediately start something when he arrives, Alex certainly will. He'd never have thought that a month ago, but they've grown closer since then, and he feels confident initiating, at least sometimes.
There is another catch of his breath when Danny continues, every filthy word going straight to his cock now. He imagines how it'll feel to kiss Danny back, how much desire he'll put into it, while his hands grip at the other man's hips, fingers digging in in his excitement.
The rest of what Danny describes actually does pull a soft, quiet sound from his lips, something he hasn't quite got a name for, something between a gasp and a groan, perhaps. Because Alex has come to love having Danny's fingers in him, too, even when it's not a sweet prelude to the exquisite feel of Danny's cock pushing into him. It's always wonderful in and of itself, and he can't believe he's so wound up here on the street, nearly bumping into a passerby because he's that distracted, all from words about Danny doing something to him he's not experienced before. Denial sounds like a wonderful thing, if Danny's reactions to it during their brief experimentation were anything to go by.]
Danny... [He breathes out the name, as if he's tasting it, all his eagerness so evident. He forgets he;s in public for a moment, too, but catches himself a second later, is glad there's not anyone on the sidewalk near him now.] What will you do next?
[His cock is near fully erect in the confines of his pants now. He thinks, momentarily, about stopping to button up his coat, but that would waste time, as he's only ten minutes away now. Just ten minutes. He pulls his coat closed as much as he can manage with one hand, looking forward, impatient for both the moment when he sees Danny's building and what words will be spoken next through the phone.]