[ At least, with Danny sunk into him, it’s warm. Quentin’s tongue drops from the roof of his mouth, lets a wobbly moan loose once the first and worst push is fully inside. Danny has to feel his heartbeat, he’s sure. Tough start, but Quentin adapts dependably with time and attention; the fingers slipping between his knuckles remind him who he’s with. ]
Danny. [ His Danny. This is okay. This is fine. Same as the first time Quentin had him down his throat. Resistance, stuttering, and then-- ] Baby—okay. Okay—
[ Quentin shudders around him when their hands wind around his cock. His forehead plants on his fist. He’d imagined them being cleaner, closer, sharing breath and whispering. But like this, Danny’s strange, raw sounds leak directly down Quentin’s spine and into his ears sweet and poisonous. The second thrust still makes him wince, but Quentin pushes back into it. ]
Fuck me. [ His wrist loosens to stroke himself, lungs loosen to stoke the fire with a hoarse demand: ] Fuck me, babe, I’m all yours.
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Danny. [ His Danny. This is okay. This is fine. Same as the first time Quentin had him down his throat. Resistance, stuttering, and then-- ] Baby—okay. Okay—
[ Quentin shudders around him when their hands wind around his cock. His forehead plants on his fist. He’d imagined them being cleaner, closer, sharing breath and whispering. But like this, Danny’s strange, raw sounds leak directly down Quentin’s spine and into his ears sweet and poisonous. The second thrust still makes him wince, but Quentin pushes back into it. ]
Fuck me. [ His wrist loosens to stroke himself, lungs loosen to stoke the fire with a hoarse demand: ] Fuck me, babe, I’m all yours.