( oh, fuck. that's beautiful. quentin's reedy scream is a sound he hadn't realized he'd missed so viscerally until he hears it again, needled out of him in jittery notes, record-skipping and repeating as danny hitches him onto his cock and thumb. his insides resist him as fiercely as his guts always resisted his knife, but only at first, all trembling clenching fucked out of him and tighttighttight muscle yielding to the firm give of danny's cock—knife—hook as his hips jerk one final time, conqueror mean and brutal, notching into him as deep as he can go.
danny slides his thumb from quentin's trembling cunt. stares hazily between them where they're fused at the hips, quentin's muddy hand groping for danny's hand like an anchor to keep him from drowning. )
Sweetheart. ( danny can't get oxygen into his lungs quickly enough. he's the one drowning, shivery kitten moans to complement his little kitten tears like he's got the thick cock inside him instead. he takes quentin's hand, palm to hand top, lacing their fingers at the knuckles.
wrecked, needy, vicious: ) Quentin, fuck — oh fuck, fuck, baby, I knew you'd be a fucking slut for this.
( he never imagined it happening like this: out in the woods, quentin on his hands and knees in the mud, danny bowed over his spine like a fucking animal in breeding season. he always thought he'd be kissing him, licking his begging and whimpering dannys from his mouth, and he's suddenly sorry that he can't.
squeezing quentin's hand, danny draws them down in unison between the fanned spread of his thighs and wraps their joined fists around his sweet pink cock. his other hand grinds into his skinny hip, holds him steady for the backward cant of his hips as he glides out of him and keeps him corked open by the chubby lip of his cockhead. another round of spit dolloped onto his flexing, gaping cunt, you're welcome, then danny fucks back into him. )
[ 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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i did warn for dubcon upthread but it was before any real dubcon happened so u right
danny slides his thumb from quentin's trembling cunt. stares hazily between them where they're fused at the hips, quentin's muddy hand groping for danny's hand like an anchor to keep him from drowning. )
Sweetheart. ( danny can't get oxygen into his lungs quickly enough. he's the one drowning, shivery kitten moans to complement his little kitten tears like he's got the thick cock inside him instead. he takes quentin's hand, palm to hand top, lacing their fingers at the knuckles.
wrecked, needy, vicious: ) Quentin, fuck — oh fuck, fuck, baby, I knew you'd be a fucking slut for this.
( he never imagined it happening like this: out in the woods, quentin on his hands and knees in the mud, danny bowed over his spine like a fucking animal in breeding season. he always thought he'd be kissing him, licking his begging and whimpering dannys from his mouth, and he's suddenly sorry that he can't.
squeezing quentin's hand, danny draws them down in unison between the fanned spread of his thighs and wraps their joined fists around his sweet pink cock. his other hand grinds into his skinny hip, holds him steady for the backward cant of his hips as he glides out of him and keeps him corked open by the chubby lip of his cockhead. another round of spit dolloped onto his flexing, gaping cunt, you're welcome, then danny fucks back into him. )
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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.