[ 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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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. ]