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[Danny's kisses are different than when they were in front of other people, less withdrawn and cautious, rushed to the point where he almost seems desperate.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