[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.
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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.