[Danny's arms slip up to loop around Alex's shoulders, distracted and rougher than he means to be, lips parting and eyes wide. He can tell how much Alex wants him, how he's into this and how they still can't seem to get enough of each other. It makes him feel electric, vibrant and so alive, to be wanted by someone to the point that they can't even make it to a solid surface that isn't a wall.

He pushes down a little on Alex's shoulders to give himself enough leverage to part his legs, socked-feet pressing to the floor, all so he can rock his hips.]

I want you to fuck me, Alex.

[His head drops back against the wall, canting to the left to give Alex more room to kiss him there. He's panting, cock hard, and desperate for the friction that they're giving each other.]

But, um, not just that, you know? I want you t-to open me up, like I do to you, and press me up against something.

[There's a moment where he thinks he might come to, hips jerking, rutting against each other, but he staves off his orgasm, at least for a moment. Danny doesn't want to come, not without Alex, together.]

Bend me over or just fuck me, fuck.

[Please, he almost wants to say, almost wants to beg. He's never wanted anyone the way he wants Alex, never wanted anyone so much in his whole life.]