[All those sounds, softer and steadily growing louder, cause sharp pangs of lust to shoot down, hardening his cock and flushing his face with a pleased heat. Danny hadn't expected the sounds, but he wants them, wants them so much. It makes him want to say the dirtiest things imaginable, but he knows to go slow, to base what he says on what they've already done or what they've talked about doing.

It'll help it sound more convincing, give Alex something to picture as he makes his was back to Danny's flat, back to his home. The way he says his name results in a groan, low and harsh and filthy.]

I'll put my mouth on you, until your, uh, until your wet and so ready for me to fuck you that you'll beg me to. That you won't be able to say anythin' but my name.

[He realizes after he's said it they've never discussed rimming, and he wonders if Alex might enjoy something so completely intimate, almost more intimate than sex itself.]

Then, and only then, will I fuck you. Just as long, just as slow, and you won't be allowed to come until I say, until I'm ready to come, too.

[In theory, he knew that it might be a bit different than all that, that they'd have to work up to something like what he describes. That his words are dirty, hot, but that it would take practice, for them both to get to a point that they could do all that at one time. Danny would have to practice restraint, and Alex endurance.

Danny would want to give in, to let Alex come, again and again, as many times as he wants, but he could be strong if it benefited them both in the end.]

Alex? [His voice is low, he sounds wrecked.] How much longer?