[He groans again at the nip, breath catching in his throat as his head is tugged back. Danny doesn't try to hide how this makes him feel, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, eyes wide and pupils blown. He wants Charlie to know that he's attracted to him, that he wants whatever it is that they're doing right now.]
You're, um, very good lo- you're beautiful. [He says it wistfully.] It's not my fault.
[Danny offers a nervous smile, because each moment they're together the less he looks like someone else and the more Danny wants him. He runs his fingers down Charlie's chest, smooths his shirt.]
Let's go somewhere that's more private. Just the two of us.
[ Charlie's smile is all arrogance and self involvement. He knows he's good looking, and he knows how to use it to his advantage. He doesn't even need the money he has to help with that. But nice, well-tailored suits do help.
He drops his hand from Danny's neck, but it slides down his arm, gripping his elbow a moment before he glances over the bar top, gesturing to the bar tender for another round of drinks. He needs something a little stronger if he's going to kiss this man again. He wants to kiss him again, which is a little disturbing on its own. ]
And you think that kiss was enough to convince me to run off with you, then? [ He quirks a brow at him, a laugh in his voice. ] That's fresh. [ It doesn't change the flush in Charlie's cheeks, though, the slightly swollen lips, the way he doesn't move away from Danny, from how close their bodies are, the heat between them pleasant. ] I'm not easily impressed.
[Danny huffs in amusement, a flash of fondness flitting across his features. Charlie's arrogance was uninhibited, but Danny had always enjoyed people being completely themselves around him. He shakes his head at the offer of another drink. Charlie might need it to kiss him again, but he wanted to be sharp and completely aware of what everything felt like. Every touch, kiss. He wanted to feel it.]
Maybe not, but I can't properly convince you in front of all these people. What I want to do to you might embarrass us both, and I don't like to embarrass my partners.
[While not shy or incapable of doing any number of things in public, Danny had been through enough that he no longer felt completely comfortable out in the open. He could manage if he had to, but he didn't want to.]
I'd rather be alone with you. [His hands stop moving, resting lightly on Charlie's chest.] So we can both be ourselves. I could try to impress you then.
[ Oh the cheek of this one! If Charlie had seen this bloke across the room he wouldn't have looked twice -- what with his nervous, quiet sort of body language, his stammering nerves or what have you. Danny would have been background noise, at best. But there's something in the forthrightness of this guy that sends a strange thrill of excitement through him.
Charlie sips at his drink once it's delivered, watching Danny over the rim of his glass, amused, intrigued. Funny, really, how nice the warmth of his palms is against his chest. He can still taste Danny on his lips. Charlie worries his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming like he thinks this whole thing is hilarious. Like it's some joke Danny's telling. ]
Really, you think I'd want to be alone with you then? [ Charlie knows by principle he should decline, should shove this man off of him and act like it was nothing. ] And what if you can't impress me, why should I take the risk, chance my valuable time and energy? [ There's no real consideration, though, he's leaning in a little to the hands on his chest, closer to Danny, almost like he might well kiss him again, but falls short. ]
I enjoy a good challenge. [ He smirks, pats Danny's hip before he pulls away, tugging his suit jacket off the chair back and throws it over a shoulder, the air of status and money in everything he does. ] Go on then, lead the way. Don't bore me.
[Danny's quiet, eyes flicking down to Charlie's mouth, distracted by the shine of the alcohol that lingers there, the way Charlie's teeth press into his lower lip. He does think Charlie wants to be alone with him, at the very least to kiss him again, but it's all a hunch and Danny doesn't know if he's right.]
That's part of the excitement, isn't it? Not knowing if I can impress you. If I don't, it won't be any less a waste of time then standing here doing nothing all night. But, if I do.
[He rolls a shoulder, stepping back at the pat to his hip, slipping his hands into his pockets as he gets out of the way.]
Alright, um, follow me.
[Danny leads them away from everyone else, shuffling a few steps in front of Charlie so he can lead. He realizes he's got a few options now. Find a small hidden space and have his way with him or take Charlie back to his.]
[ Charlie wants to kiss him again, but he hates waiting for what he wants, hates sitting on his hands idly. Often times when he asks for something, it's delivered on a silver platter when he expects it, but this? This is different. Danny's not his usual fare, after all, and Charlie is both excited and uncertain about it.
The fact that he doesn't have complete control over the situation keeps him a little on guard, keeps the game of it all going that much longer. He tucks his free hand into his pocket, the other holding his jacket over his shoulder, posh and confident as he walks beside Danny. There's an ease that grants Charlie some attention the street -- the occasional girl giving him a once over, or the little alluring laugh. This place does wonders for the ego, and while those usually draw Charlie's attention, he finds his eye wandering back to Danny, surveying him when he thinks the other man isn't looking.
Charlie appreciates pretty things, after all. ] So, how many dodgy bars are there here? I'd be afraid to see that last one in the light of day. God, the bartender couldn't even pour a good drink.
[Danny shuffles alongside Charlie, a slight skip to his step that he doesn't bother to hide. He's more relaxed than he's been in a long time, free and wanting nothing more than to see where this might go. He's intrigued by the way Charlie commands the area around him, drawing eyes from women as they pass by, and he doesn't blame them, Charlie's beautiful.
He brushes his hair back from his eyes, turning his body towards Charlie while still moving down the street.]
A lot? This place thrives on our being intimate. There'll be different ways of, um, perceiving what that means, but the most obvious one is meeting strangers in bars.
[He points at the building coming up on the right.]
It's that one. [Danny holds the door open for Charlie, takes him up a flight of stairs and unlocks the first door on the right. It's a thousand times nicer than his own flat back home, but not quite as private as Scottie's home. He shuts the door behind Charlie, tugging his jacket off.] Would you like somethin' to drink?
[ Being intimate can happen in classy pubs, too, actually. In fact, there's something thrilling about being all dressed up and seducing someone at the bar. He's gotten good at covert lingo, little hidden touches and things to draw someone's attention.
But it's different here, with Danny. Charlie hasn't ever kissed a bloke in public, hasn't ever tugged one out of the bar with him, and certainly never gone home with one. The flat isn't bad -- better than what he expected -- and he carefully presses his coat over the back of a chair. ] Mm. [ It's a non-committal sort of noise, like he's both assessing the place and unsure if he wants a drink or not. He's had plenty, but one more might not hurt. ] Dare I ask what you have? [ But he still feels pulled to Danny in a way he doesn't understand. It's very base, all of this, the lust and crudeness of two strangers shagging after snogging in a pub.
He's done it before, but nothing quite like this. ] Surprise me. [ He shrugs, affecting an air of confidence in the way he tilts his head, smirks at Danny. He unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt, fixes the way his shirt is rolled at the elbows and follows after Danny, curious. ]
[There were classier pubs, he's sure of it, but Danny only used to visit those if he was particularly pissed or if Scottie had asked him to come along. Danny drapes his jacket over the chair, careful but not nearly as attentive as Charlie.]
I have, um, water and tea.
[As much as he knows what this place is, he hadn't been that prepared to bring someone back here. At least not when it came to having any alcohol. Neither tea or water were terribly sexy, but it was all he had to offer. He stops in his kitchen with a small huff, turning back around to face Charlie.]
Alright.
[He exhales, he'd said surprise him, so he shuffles up close and places both hands on Charlie's shoulders. Danny tips up to kiss him, knocking their thighs together and pressing Charlie to the door jam.]
[ There's a scoff there, a sort of derisive snort at the lack of alcohol in the place. Back home, his family had a few crystal decanters in every room, but that was simply because one needed a drink to survive any encounter with a Hesketh.
He's adjusting one of his rolled shirt sleeves when Danny does a turnabout and he glances up idly but doesn't give it much thought. The kiss is a surprise, but not at all unpleasant, the sound he makes behind it caught between a moan and chuckle. He staggers back against the door jamb and reaches for Danny, fingers fisting at his sides in the fabric of Danny's shirt. He pulls him closer by proxy, wanting to feel more of him, not just the chaste knocking of thighs. It's almost possessive, but one can't be possessive of a person, no less someone he doesn't know.
He slides his tongue along Danny's, slowing the kiss into something more languid, sensual. For all that he wants the frenzied sort of clashing, he has every intention of taking control, or as much as he can, of the situation. One hand slides down to his arse, squeezing, pulling him closer. ]
Hmn, better than tea and water, at least. [ he speaks, finally, breaking momentarily for air before kissing him again. ]
[Danny's kisses are different than when they were in front of other people, less withdrawn and cautious, rushed to the point where he almost seems desperate. In a way, his nerves and the amount of time since he was last with anyone else makes him feel that way, but the possessive grip, the way Charlie licks into his mouth slows him down.
He groans against Charlie's lips and grinds their hips together, huffing lightly when he pulls back.]
What are you comfortable with? Um, what do you want to do?
[He's still pressed close, but he leans back enough to play with the buttons of Charlie's shirt. Danny unhooks one, then another, running his fingers down his chest, through fine hairs, kissing a path down his jaw and throat.]
[ It isn't fair how lovely Danny's lips are. Really, when they part, it's hard not to stare at him, to refrain from kissing him again. It's new, this experience with another bloke, but there's something oddly exhilarating in it, too.
He groans low in his throat when their hips connect and the hand on Danny's arse only pulls closer, drags their bodies a hair's breadth closer. Charlie doesn't want to answer the question, because he shouldn't be here, tangled up with this man, his skin flushed and exposed to those searching lips. His free hand rises, grips his hair just this side of rough, but firm. ]
I've... [ How foolish it sounds, and he stops short. He doesn't want to answer, doesn't want to confront what is absolutely real and true right now. He gives Danny's hair a tug, if only to give him more leverage to kiss him again, this one with less restraint. ] Well, I thought it was obvious. [ There's a cocky edge to his voice, an arrogance that doesn't quite meet his eyes. ]
[Danny wants to see him completely undressed, wants a lot of things all at once, but then his hair is being tugged back. His lips part as he tips his head in the direction of Charlie's grip, swallowing roughly, pupils blown as he tries to catch up. It's obvious he liked that, but he doesn't want to overwhelm Charlie, even though he doesn't seem to be the kind of person that could be.
He waits for Charlie to say something, groaning in surprise when his hair is tugged again, the sound cut off when he kisses him a little more roughly. Danny's always been good at reading people, and he can tell that Charlie wants to do this, might not do this all that much. He licks his lips, slowly unbuttoning the rest of Charlie's shirt.]
It is. [He tugs his shirt free, rucking the material up quickly, dragging his fingers down Charlie's chest to work open his trousers.] Undress me.
Ooh, cheeky thing, aren't you? [ Charlie can make it into a joke even if his heart rate ratchets a little higher at the command. He's never been with anyone who ordered him around — always tiny slips of things that just want in his wallet, not in his bed.
He drops his hands to the hem of Danny's shirt and rucks it up, nails dragging along the skin underneath. He's warm, and certainly not soft in the way that a woman is. It's new under his fingers, and Charlie smirks, likely in appreciation. He shoulders his own shirt off, buttons undone, and throws Danny's onto the floor once he's able. He should get to it, much like Danny is, but instead he dips and sucks at the hollow of Danny's shoulder instead. ] All business and no play, then?
[ He snorts, laughing against Danny's throat as his hands fall to work the fastenings of Danny's trousers. When they're loose, his hands circle Danny's waist again, taking in the planes of him before he slides his hands under the man's waistband, gripping his arse bare. ] If that's how you want it, mate. [ A cheeky, cocky little smirk. ]
[Danny's still not used to the way Charlie speaks to him, the way he reacts, and treats him, but there's something about it all that excites him. Maybe it's the nonchalant attitude, like this is nothing, that masks over something that Danny feels might be nerves, that really gets to him. He's never wanted to fuck anyone quite as badly as he does Charlie right now.]
You talk a lot. [An observation that he's not sure why he vocalizes.] I like it.
[He tips his head to the side to give Charlie room to suck at his neck, and groans at the thought that it might leave a mark. Danny pauses, fully distracted, gasping in surprise when warm hands cup his arse. He rocks forward on his toes, stumbling into Charlie with a delighted laugh. He pushes Charlie's trousers down his hips, slipping his hand inside and curling his fingers around his cock. Danny strokes slowly without hesitation, eyebrows lifted in silent challenge, eyes wide and locked on Charlie.]
[ Charlie is used to partners with smaller hands, with softer touches, slightly drunk or nervous. He's been with all types but this is different. He can't help the throaty little noises he makes when Danny's hand wraps around his cock.
Oddly, he hadn't expected it to go this fast. There's always a song and dance to do, and Charlie is almost always in control. Except for now. He leans his head back against the doorway, long throat exposed, adam's apple bobbing with each deep swallow. He's trying not to make so much noise, it's a bit pathetic.
His fingers grip Danny's arse a touch tighter, nails leaving half moons in the skin, as of their own will. Danny is sexy in a way Charlie hadn't anticipated in the bar, with his awkward posture and stuttering words. He arches his hips slightly, and a laugh tumbles from his lips. It's possibly the most genuine sound he's made in a long, long time. ]
What else do you like? [ It's terribly naughty, his voice hitched occasionally, pleasure licking down his spine but he's fighting the heat that begins to well deep in his stomach. Charlie removes his hands to shove Danny's trousers down, but he doesn't dare reach for Danny's cock, not yet. That'd be too easy. Instead he traces fingers along each buttock, sliding up his back and around his hips, lazy, dipping into the clefts of his hip bones then back away.
Even now, being jerked off, in the position without power, he looks wholly smug. Flush-faced and swollen lipped, looking at him from under dark, lusty lashes. It's like he's played this game before. ]
[Those throaty little noises are quite possibly the most arousing sounds Danny's ever heard.
They spark an enthusiasm and renewed desire, eyes flitting up, catching on Charlie's adam's apple as he swallows. Danny pushes in and scrapes his teeth across it, following with his lips and tongue, sucking at the hollow of Charlie's throat. His eyes brighten and he draws back to give Charlie room to get his trousers down, kicking them off one foot at a time. He twists his wrist slowly around the head of his cock, body arching into the hands running across his hips and back.]
Your laugh. [Which Danny thinks is sweet, and he'd enjoy hearing more of, though it's not what he wants to hear the most right now.] The sounds you make when I touch you. You should make more of them.
[He might be pressing his luck with Charlie, because even though they're alone and they don't have anybody to impress or be a certain way for, Danny doesn't know if he's the vocal sort. Or the sort to fool around with people like Danny. He doesn't want to press his luck.]
But that's not all I like. [Danny exhales slowly, trails kisses down Charlie's throat and chest. He continues to lazily stroke his cock as he drops to his knees, looking up at him through his lashes.] Tell me what you want.
[ God he's never had anything like this before. Charlie ponders for a moment that he's dreaming, perhaps a few too many drinks at the bar and he's just sprawled at home making the lot of this up. But then there's the scrape of teeth at his adam's apple and more. The sound that rumbles up from his chest is practically undignified, a sort of luxurious purring. ]
Depends on how soundproof your flat is, mate. Don't want to keep the bitties across the way awake all night now, do we?
[ He snorts, a sort of chuckle bubbling out. This is ridiculous, all of it. But then there's Danny's on his knees in front of him and his whole body alights with heat, anticipation. His hands reach for Danny, diving into his hair and pulling harshly, noting how he seemed to like it so well. ]
I want you to stop talking and use that pretty mouth for something more productive. [ His voice is thick with lust, hoarse as he looks down at the man stroking his cock. He twists his fingers a little in Danny's hair, tugging him closer. He won't make him do anything, that's not his shtick here. But he's also not as powerful as he thinks he might be, and he knows he looks a mess, disheveled and undressed against the doorframe, blush lipped and panting. It infuriates Charlie to think just how powerless he is just now.
If he didn't have any pride, any standards, he might well be begging Danny instead. ] That's what I want. It's too pretty to waste.
[Danny had found himself immediately intrigued with Charlie, and that feeling only becomes stronger the longer they’re together. The sounds he’s making, the way his body reacts, and the almost contradictory and dismissive way he acts about all this, is endearing and amusing. Then that snort that is almost a laugh want to distract him, but the hands in his hair, pulling, cause him to gasp, eyes going wide. His mouth falls open, cheeks flushed.]
You’re so beautiful.
[The disheveled, half undressed mussed up version of himself that’s leaning against the doorframe and having his cock stroked. He leans in and pushes Charlie’s shirt up, nipping his hipbone, kissing downward, licking the head of his cock, and taking the tip into his mouth.
Danny doesn’t want Charlie to beg, he’s not into that. He wants both people to be into it to the same degree, as equal as two people having sex can be, and he wants to make Charlie feel so good that he might forget something of what makes him reserved. He wants Charlie to be noisy and to pull his hair and fuck his mouth. Inhaling, he undulates his tongue and relaxes his throat, letting Charlie’s cock slide easily right into the wet heat of his mouth.]
Charlie isn't sure what to think, and he doesn't have much time to consider before that pretty mouth is wrapped around his cock. He tries to restrain himself, and one hand slides from Danny's hair to grip the door frame, knuckles white with tension. ]
Fuck, Danny. [ It's different, knowing there is a bloke there in front of him, some stranger he's only just met in a bar and taken home. He begins to unravel, when he is usually careful and prim control. He moans deeply: a guttural, needy sort of growl.
The fingers in Danny's hair tighten, his hips involuntarily bucking forward, needing to feel more of that heat around his cock. He tries to restrain himself, however. It's difficult, as the thought alone of sinking both hands into Danny's hair and fucking that coy, pretty little mouth is enough to make the feeling of Danny's tongue all the more intense, sending small gasps and near mewls of pleasure tumbling from his lips. ]
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[He groans again at the nip, breath catching in his throat as his head is tugged back. Danny doesn't try to hide how this makes him feel, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, eyes wide and pupils blown. He wants Charlie to know that he's attracted to him, that he wants whatever it is that they're doing right now.]
You're, um, very good lo- you're beautiful. [He says it wistfully.] It's not my fault.
[Danny offers a nervous smile, because each moment they're together the less he looks like someone else and the more Danny wants him. He runs his fingers down Charlie's chest, smooths his shirt.]
Let's go somewhere that's more private. Just the two of us.
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[ Charlie's smile is all arrogance and self involvement. He knows he's good looking, and he knows how to use it to his advantage. He doesn't even need the money he has to help with that. But nice, well-tailored suits do help.
He drops his hand from Danny's neck, but it slides down his arm, gripping his elbow a moment before he glances over the bar top, gesturing to the bar tender for another round of drinks. He needs something a little stronger if he's going to kiss this man again. He wants to kiss him again, which is a little disturbing on its own. ]
And you think that kiss was enough to convince me to run off with you, then? [ He quirks a brow at him, a laugh in his voice. ] That's fresh. [ It doesn't change the flush in Charlie's cheeks, though, the slightly swollen lips, the way he doesn't move away from Danny, from how close their bodies are, the heat between them pleasant. ] I'm not easily impressed.
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Maybe not, but I can't properly convince you in front of all these people. What I want to do to you might embarrass us both, and I don't like to embarrass my partners.
[While not shy or incapable of doing any number of things in public, Danny had been through enough that he no longer felt completely comfortable out in the open. He could manage if he had to, but he didn't want to.]
I'd rather be alone with you. [His hands stop moving, resting lightly on Charlie's chest.] So we can both be ourselves. I could try to impress you then.
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Charlie sips at his drink once it's delivered, watching Danny over the rim of his glass, amused, intrigued. Funny, really, how nice the warmth of his palms is against his chest. He can still taste Danny on his lips. Charlie worries his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming like he thinks this whole thing is hilarious. Like it's some joke Danny's telling. ]
Really, you think I'd want to be alone with you then? [ Charlie knows by principle he should decline, should shove this man off of him and act like it was nothing. ] And what if you can't impress me, why should I take the risk, chance my valuable time and energy? [ There's no real consideration, though, he's leaning in a little to the hands on his chest, closer to Danny, almost like he might well kiss him again, but falls short. ]
I enjoy a good challenge. [ He smirks, pats Danny's hip before he pulls away, tugging his suit jacket off the chair back and throws it over a shoulder, the air of status and money in everything he does. ] Go on then, lead the way. Don't bore me.
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That's part of the excitement, isn't it? Not knowing if I can impress you. If I don't, it won't be any less a waste of time then standing here doing nothing all night. But, if I do.
[He rolls a shoulder, stepping back at the pat to his hip, slipping his hands into his pockets as he gets out of the way.]
Alright, um, follow me.
[Danny leads them away from everyone else, shuffling a few steps in front of Charlie so he can lead. He realizes he's got a few options now. Find a small hidden space and have his way with him or take Charlie back to his.]
My flat's a few blocks away.
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The fact that he doesn't have complete control over the situation keeps him a little on guard, keeps the game of it all going that much longer. He tucks his free hand into his pocket, the other holding his jacket over his shoulder, posh and confident as he walks beside Danny. There's an ease that grants Charlie some attention the street -- the occasional girl giving him a once over, or the little alluring laugh. This place does wonders for the ego, and while those usually draw Charlie's attention, he finds his eye wandering back to Danny, surveying him when he thinks the other man isn't looking.
Charlie appreciates pretty things, after all. ] So, how many dodgy bars are there here? I'd be afraid to see that last one in the light of day. God, the bartender couldn't even pour a good drink.
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He brushes his hair back from his eyes, turning his body towards Charlie while still moving down the street.]
A lot? This place thrives on our being intimate. There'll be different ways of, um, perceiving what that means, but the most obvious one is meeting strangers in bars.
[He points at the building coming up on the right.]
It's that one. [Danny holds the door open for Charlie, takes him up a flight of stairs and unlocks the first door on the right. It's a thousand times nicer than his own flat back home, but not quite as private as Scottie's home. He shuts the door behind Charlie, tugging his jacket off.] Would you like somethin' to drink?
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[ Being intimate can happen in classy pubs, too, actually. In fact, there's something thrilling about being all dressed up and seducing someone at the bar. He's gotten good at covert lingo, little hidden touches and things to draw someone's attention.
But it's different here, with Danny. Charlie hasn't ever kissed a bloke in public, hasn't ever tugged one out of the bar with him, and certainly never gone home with one. The flat isn't bad -- better than what he expected -- and he carefully presses his coat over the back of a chair. ] Mm. [ It's a non-committal sort of noise, like he's both assessing the place and unsure if he wants a drink or not. He's had plenty, but one more might not hurt. ] Dare I ask what you have? [ But he still feels pulled to Danny in a way he doesn't understand. It's very base, all of this, the lust and crudeness of two strangers shagging after snogging in a pub.
He's done it before, but nothing quite like this. ] Surprise me. [ He shrugs, affecting an air of confidence in the way he tilts his head, smirks at Danny. He unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt, fixes the way his shirt is rolled at the elbows and follows after Danny, curious. ]
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I have, um, water and tea.
[As much as he knows what this place is, he hadn't been that prepared to bring someone back here. At least not when it came to having any alcohol. Neither tea or water were terribly sexy, but it was all he had to offer. He stops in his kitchen with a small huff, turning back around to face Charlie.]
Alright.
[He exhales, he'd said surprise him, so he shuffles up close and places both hands on Charlie's shoulders. Danny tips up to kiss him, knocking their thighs together and pressing Charlie to the door jam.]
sorry for the late!
[ There's a scoff there, a sort of derisive snort at the lack of alcohol in the place. Back home, his family had a few crystal decanters in every room, but that was simply because one needed a drink to survive any encounter with a Hesketh.
He's adjusting one of his rolled shirt sleeves when Danny does a turnabout and he glances up idly but doesn't give it much thought. The kiss is a surprise, but not at all unpleasant, the sound he makes behind it caught between a moan and chuckle. He staggers back against the door jamb and reaches for Danny, fingers fisting at his sides in the fabric of Danny's shirt. He pulls him closer by proxy, wanting to feel more of him, not just the chaste knocking of thighs. It's almost possessive, but one can't be possessive of a person, no less someone he doesn't know.
He slides his tongue along Danny's, slowing the kiss into something more languid, sensual. For all that he wants the frenzied sort of clashing, he has every intention of taking control, or as much as he can, of the situation. One hand slides down to his arse, squeezing, pulling him closer. ]
Hmn, better than tea and water, at least. [ he speaks, finally, breaking momentarily for air before kissing him again. ]
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He groans against Charlie's lips and grinds their hips together, huffing lightly when he pulls back.]
What are you comfortable with? Um, what do you want to do?
[He's still pressed close, but he leans back enough to play with the buttons of Charlie's shirt. Danny unhooks one, then another, running his fingers down his chest, through fine hairs, kissing a path down his jaw and throat.]
sorry my life was psycho but im back now!
He groans low in his throat when their hips connect and the hand on Danny's arse only pulls closer, drags their bodies a hair's breadth closer. Charlie doesn't want to answer the question, because he shouldn't be here, tangled up with this man, his skin flushed and exposed to those searching lips. His free hand rises, grips his hair just this side of rough, but firm. ]
I've... [ How foolish it sounds, and he stops short. He doesn't want to answer, doesn't want to confront what is absolutely real and true right now. He gives Danny's hair a tug, if only to give him more leverage to kiss him again, this one with less restraint. ] Well, I thought it was obvious. [ There's a cocky edge to his voice, an arrogance that doesn't quite meet his eyes. ]
yayyy
He waits for Charlie to say something, groaning in surprise when his hair is tugged again, the sound cut off when he kisses him a little more roughly. Danny's always been good at reading people, and he can tell that Charlie wants to do this, might not do this all that much. He licks his lips, slowly unbuttoning the rest of Charlie's shirt.]
It is. [He tugs his shirt free, rucking the material up quickly, dragging his fingers down Charlie's chest to work open his trousers.] Undress me.
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He drops his hands to the hem of Danny's shirt and rucks it up, nails dragging along the skin underneath. He's warm, and certainly not soft in the way that a woman is. It's new under his fingers, and Charlie smirks, likely in appreciation. He shoulders his own shirt off, buttons undone, and throws Danny's onto the floor once he's able. He should get to it, much like Danny is, but instead he dips and sucks at the hollow of Danny's shoulder instead. ] All business and no play, then?
[ He snorts, laughing against Danny's throat as his hands fall to work the fastenings of Danny's trousers. When they're loose, his hands circle Danny's waist again, taking in the planes of him before he slides his hands under the man's waistband, gripping his arse bare. ] If that's how you want it, mate. [ A cheeky, cocky little smirk. ]
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You talk a lot. [An observation that he's not sure why he vocalizes.] I like it.
[He tips his head to the side to give Charlie room to suck at his neck, and groans at the thought that it might leave a mark. Danny pauses, fully distracted, gasping in surprise when warm hands cup his arse. He rocks forward on his toes, stumbling into Charlie with a delighted laugh. He pushes Charlie's trousers down his hips, slipping his hand inside and curling his fingers around his cock. Danny strokes slowly without hesitation, eyebrows lifted in silent challenge, eyes wide and locked on Charlie.]
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[ Charlie is used to partners with smaller hands, with softer touches, slightly drunk or nervous. He's been with all types but this is different. He can't help the throaty little noises he makes when Danny's hand wraps around his cock.
Oddly, he hadn't expected it to go this fast. There's always a song and dance to do, and Charlie is almost always in control. Except for now. He leans his head back against the doorway, long throat exposed, adam's apple bobbing with each deep swallow. He's trying not to make so much noise, it's a bit pathetic.
His fingers grip Danny's arse a touch tighter, nails leaving half moons in the skin, as of their own will. Danny is sexy in a way Charlie hadn't anticipated in the bar, with his awkward posture and stuttering words. He arches his hips slightly, and a laugh tumbles from his lips. It's possibly the most genuine sound he's made in a long, long time. ]
What else do you like? [ It's terribly naughty, his voice hitched occasionally, pleasure licking down his spine but he's fighting the heat that begins to well deep in his stomach. Charlie removes his hands to shove Danny's trousers down, but he doesn't dare reach for Danny's cock, not yet. That'd be too easy. Instead he traces fingers along each buttock, sliding up his back and around his hips, lazy, dipping into the clefts of his hip bones then back away.
Even now, being jerked off, in the position without power, he looks wholly smug. Flush-faced and swollen lipped, looking at him from under dark, lusty lashes. It's like he's played this game before. ]
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They spark an enthusiasm and renewed desire, eyes flitting up, catching on Charlie's adam's apple as he swallows. Danny pushes in and scrapes his teeth across it, following with his lips and tongue, sucking at the hollow of Charlie's throat. His eyes brighten and he draws back to give Charlie room to get his trousers down, kicking them off one foot at a time. He twists his wrist slowly around the head of his cock, body arching into the hands running across his hips and back.]
Your laugh. [Which Danny thinks is sweet, and he'd enjoy hearing more of, though it's not what he wants to hear the most right now.] The sounds you make when I touch you. You should make more of them.
[He might be pressing his luck with Charlie, because even though they're alone and they don't have anybody to impress or be a certain way for, Danny doesn't know if he's the vocal sort. Or the sort to fool around with people like Danny. He doesn't want to press his luck.]
But that's not all I like. [Danny exhales slowly, trails kisses down Charlie's throat and chest. He continues to lazily stroke his cock as he drops to his knees, looking up at him through his lashes.] Tell me what you want.
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Depends on how soundproof your flat is, mate. Don't want to keep the bitties across the way awake all night now, do we?
[ He snorts, a sort of chuckle bubbling out. This is ridiculous, all of it. But then there's Danny's on his knees in front of him and his whole body alights with heat, anticipation. His hands reach for Danny, diving into his hair and pulling harshly, noting how he seemed to like it so well. ]
I want you to stop talking and use that pretty mouth for something more productive. [ His voice is thick with lust, hoarse as he looks down at the man stroking his cock. He twists his fingers a little in Danny's hair, tugging him closer. He won't make him do anything, that's not his shtick here. But he's also not as powerful as he thinks he might be, and he knows he looks a mess, disheveled and undressed against the doorframe, blush lipped and panting. It infuriates Charlie to think just how powerless he is just now.
If he didn't have any pride, any standards, he might well be begging Danny instead. ] That's what I want. It's too pretty to waste.
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You’re so beautiful.
[The disheveled, half undressed mussed up version of himself that’s leaning against the doorframe and having his cock stroked. He leans in and pushes Charlie’s shirt up, nipping his hipbone, kissing downward, licking the head of his cock, and taking the tip into his mouth.
Danny doesn’t want Charlie to beg, he’s not into that. He wants both people to be into it to the same degree, as equal as two people having sex can be, and he wants to make Charlie feel so good that he might forget something of what makes him reserved. He wants Charlie to be noisy and to pull his hair and fuck his mouth. Inhaling, he undulates his tongue and relaxes his throat, letting Charlie’s cock slide easily right into the wet heat of his mouth.]
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Charlie isn't sure what to think, and he doesn't have much time to consider before that pretty mouth is wrapped around his cock. He tries to restrain himself, and one hand slides from Danny's hair to grip the door frame, knuckles white with tension. ]
Fuck, Danny. [ It's different, knowing there is a bloke there in front of him, some stranger he's only just met in a bar and taken home. He begins to unravel, when he is usually careful and prim control. He moans deeply: a guttural, needy sort of growl.
The fingers in Danny's hair tighten, his hips involuntarily bucking forward, needing to feel more of that heat around his cock. He tries to restrain himself, however. It's difficult, as the thought alone of sinking both hands into Danny's hair and fucking that coy, pretty little mouth is enough to make the feeling of Danny's tongue all the more intense, sending small gasps and near mewls of pleasure tumbling from his lips. ]