[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.]
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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.]