[Any time he makes Danny come, or does anything to even indirectly contribute to it, Alex cannot help but feel a sense of pride about it. It's really so much like the first time he did it, all those months ago, when he'd taken Danny's cock in his hand and pulled the most beautiful reactions out of him, each one bringing some thought of how he was responsible for it, he'd made this person he loves feel so damn good. Sometimes that, coupled with the physical sensation of Danny touching him, or being inside him, or using his mouth, was enough to make him come.
This time Danny's orgasm is just as sweet, just as amazing as every other time, and Alex gladly parts his lips, gladly kisses him, opens up for him, gives him everything he has to aid in that sweet release, the one they reach together this time. He doesn't resist the hands pulling at his shirt either, almost regrets not taking it and their pants off before he'd given in and taken Danny in his arms.
When it's finally over, he watches Danny, smiles at him, his own breathes coming quickly, too. He doesn't speak until he feels like his voice will be steadier:] I'd like that. [A pause, then:] What you said earlier, all those things, will you do them, exactly as you described? [Because he would most certainly like that.
Alex's grip on him tightens then, holding him up. He feels just a little wobbly himself, enough that he has to lean against Danny, and the wall, but not too much, not enough for discomfort. He doesn't mind at all, the two of them pressed together like this.]
Then I won't let go. [He brushes their lips together now, stopping only to add:] I love you. [He kisses him again, all lazy and relaxed. He thinks he could've stayed there like this for a while, just exchanging kisses until they both either found a more comfortable surface or sank to the floor.
Except the stickiness of his pants is not remotely comfortable. He can only ignore it for so long until he pulls back, glancing down between them, smiling again.] We should shower. [Yes. "We." He might think something would happen during it, if they both didn't need time to rest. But then, the intimacy of it will be quite nice regardless.]
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This time Danny's orgasm is just as sweet, just as amazing as every other time, and Alex gladly parts his lips, gladly kisses him, opens up for him, gives him everything he has to aid in that sweet release, the one they reach together this time. He doesn't resist the hands pulling at his shirt either, almost regrets not taking it and their pants off before he'd given in and taken Danny in his arms.
When it's finally over, he watches Danny, smiles at him, his own breathes coming quickly, too. He doesn't speak until he feels like his voice will be steadier:] I'd like that. [A pause, then:] What you said earlier, all those things, will you do them, exactly as you described? [Because he would most certainly like that.
Alex's grip on him tightens then, holding him up. He feels just a little wobbly himself, enough that he has to lean against Danny, and the wall, but not too much, not enough for discomfort. He doesn't mind at all, the two of them pressed together like this.]
Then I won't let go. [He brushes their lips together now, stopping only to add:] I love you. [He kisses him again, all lazy and relaxed. He thinks he could've stayed there like this for a while, just exchanging kisses until they both either found a more comfortable surface or sank to the floor.
Except the stickiness of his pants is not remotely comfortable. He can only ignore it for so long until he pulls back, glancing down between them, smiling again.] We should shower. [Yes. "We." He might think something would happen during it, if they both didn't need time to rest. But then, the intimacy of it will be quite nice regardless.]