[ 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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[ 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. ]