[Danny's kisses are different than when they were in front of other people, less withdrawn and cautious, rushed to the point where he almost seems desperate.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.]
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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.]