[Somehow Alex manages not to make a sound in response to Danny's groan, but he can't help the soft, wanton noise that does escape him as the utterly filthy words continue. There's only a second of confusion about what Danny means when he says he's going to put his mouth on him, but Alex puts the two together fairly quickly. And that's... well... He'd not been so idle when it came to these things, not since he and Danny began dating; he'd taken a couple of opportunities to go online and learn. He was, after all, all about education, and he didn't want to be passive in this, he wanted to be able to come to Danny and ask for things they'd never tried or talked about. And rimming was one of those things, even if Danny was the one to bring it up, and in the most arousing way possible, too. He'd been unsure of it at first, when he read about it, but hearing it described like that, remembering all the insistence he'd found on how good it felt, he wanted to try it, even if he was still a bit sceptical.
Alex doesn't let these contemplations distract him much, though, as he easily picks up the internal countdown in his head: Five minutes now. Danny's building grows larger as he crosses the road, averting his gaze when he passes a couple on the sidewalk, sure his face is flushed as he listens to more of those filthy words. Again he lets himself imagine it, and this time Danny's lack of description about a position leads to him picturing being fucked against the wall, or perhaps bent over that small dresser in Danny's bedroom, or even somewhere in the kitchen or the hallway right by the entrance to the apartment. He can see himself begging, doing all the things Danny's described, and not just because he knows his lover's going to get off on that, but because Alex wants it, too, wants to be taken apart, pushed to the edge and held back, to learn exactly what that's going to feel like, and he hopes it's as good as he wants it to be.
Two minutes.
He breathes out slowly when he hears just how wrecked Danny's voice sounds, and he has to wonder once more if the other man has already undone his pants and begun stroking his cock in anticipation, he was probably already hard and wanting if the sound of his voice was anything to go by. Either way, Alex knows that if he were somewhere out of the public eye, somewhere safe and private, he probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch himself, an urge he's given into many a time when he was home alone in his bed or showering after he'd gone for a run, always finding release to thoughts of Danny and the things they'd done, or things he wanted to do. Alex had never known, not until they met, that he could be so lustful, could want and need another person as much as he needed air.
Seeking to tease Danny a bit, because Alex knows he likes that, he is silent for the whole of that remaining minute and thirty seconds, not answering the question, just breathing softly into the phone and trying to remain composed, to keep from running the short distance to the door that grows larger before him. Those last few seconds before he reaches it almost feel like forever, his mind awash with the anticipation of feeling Danny's lithe body pressed against his own, getting to taste his mouth after what felt like too long.
Finally, finally he reaches the door to the apartment building, pushing it open as he speaks:] I'm here. [He pulls the phone slightly from his ear just to give Danny the chance to hear him coming up the stairs, which he can't help but take two at a time now. He has the key he was given in his hand as he reaches the door to the flat, shoving it in the lock and pushing it open. He barely remembers to pull it back out again, to close the door, or to hang up his phone and drop it into his pocket because Danny's already there, waiting for him in the hall.
Alex doesn't even take off his shoes or his coat, and the key slips from his hand as he strides across the short distance between, hands coming to rest on Danny's hips to pull him in as Alex captures his mouth in a filthy, open mouthed kiss. He can't help but rock his hips forward either, achingly hard cock pushing against Danny's like he wants nothing more than to stand here in the hallway and move against him like this until they both come in their pants.]
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Alex doesn't let these contemplations distract him much, though, as he easily picks up the internal countdown in his head: Five minutes now. Danny's building grows larger as he crosses the road, averting his gaze when he passes a couple on the sidewalk, sure his face is flushed as he listens to more of those filthy words. Again he lets himself imagine it, and this time Danny's lack of description about a position leads to him picturing being fucked against the wall, or perhaps bent over that small dresser in Danny's bedroom, or even somewhere in the kitchen or the hallway right by the entrance to the apartment. He can see himself begging, doing all the things Danny's described, and not just because he knows his lover's going to get off on that, but because Alex wants it, too, wants to be taken apart, pushed to the edge and held back, to learn exactly what that's going to feel like, and he hopes it's as good as he wants it to be.
Two minutes.
He breathes out slowly when he hears just how wrecked Danny's voice sounds, and he has to wonder once more if the other man has already undone his pants and begun stroking his cock in anticipation, he was probably already hard and wanting if the sound of his voice was anything to go by. Either way, Alex knows that if he were somewhere out of the public eye, somewhere safe and private, he probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch himself, an urge he's given into many a time when he was home alone in his bed or showering after he'd gone for a run, always finding release to thoughts of Danny and the things they'd done, or things he wanted to do. Alex had never known, not until they met, that he could be so lustful, could want and need another person as much as he needed air.
Seeking to tease Danny a bit, because Alex knows he likes that, he is silent for the whole of that remaining minute and thirty seconds, not answering the question, just breathing softly into the phone and trying to remain composed, to keep from running the short distance to the door that grows larger before him. Those last few seconds before he reaches it almost feel like forever, his mind awash with the anticipation of feeling Danny's lithe body pressed against his own, getting to taste his mouth after what felt like too long.
Finally, finally he reaches the door to the apartment building, pushing it open as he speaks:] I'm here. [He pulls the phone slightly from his ear just to give Danny the chance to hear him coming up the stairs, which he can't help but take two at a time now. He has the key he was given in his hand as he reaches the door to the flat, shoving it in the lock and pushing it open. He barely remembers to pull it back out again, to close the door, or to hang up his phone and drop it into his pocket because Danny's already there, waiting for him in the hall.
Alex doesn't even take off his shoes or his coat, and the key slips from his hand as he strides across the short distance between, hands coming to rest on Danny's hips to pull him in as Alex captures his mouth in a filthy, open mouthed kiss. He can't help but rock his hips forward either, achingly hard cock pushing against Danny's like he wants nothing more than to stand here in the hallway and move against him like this until they both come in their pants.]