[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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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. ]