Relax. How the hell was he going to relax? Even if he hadn't just developed a spectacular rack, and an already wet cunt that was pulsing, aching to be filled. He knew that was what the sensation was, and he wanted it. He wanted to feel filled, to feel himself stretched and pounded until he couldn't even catch his breath. There was the fear of just what it would be like - would it hurt? Was he a virgin? - and yet his body didn't care for his fears. It wanted to be fucked, and that was all that mattered.
Those delicate touches of Dylan's hand on Danny's breast left him whimpering, trying to keep his eyes open even as they fluttered shut.
"Fuck. Please. God, Dylan. You can't do this to me and not...." He paused, licking his lips. "Come on. Fuck me?"
He knew he was pleading, something he had never done, and Danny didn't care. None of that mattered as long as he got everything he needed.
Moaning, loving that Dylan liked the smell of him. "I feel... I feel so wet. For you," he managed, shuddering as he thought about that, about how it had to feel. Soft and slick where he'd been hard, open and ready for a man like Dylan to take him like Daniel may have fantasized as but never thought he could have. Definitely not like this.
A need that was suddenly desperation as he felt strong fingers brush over wet, new flesh. "Dylan!?" Half command, all need, hips bucking and grinding himself against Dylan's hand. If he just moved a little, just right, he could have those skilled fingers inside of him. Yet a moment later they were gone, and the sound he gave was like a sob that caught in his throat.
Shock made him jump, crying out as fabric slid down his legs, tangling about his ankles as his pants were shredded. It should have scared him but all he cared was that it left him bare, letting Dylan moved between his legs.
Yes, that! That was good, he thought, shifting to slide one foot up the back of Dylan's calf. Even better! It made him feel open, wanton and ready. Not ready enough though. The sensation of cock sliding into him was mindblowing and Danny clutched desperately at Dylan's shoulders, clawing at the fabric even as his leg jumped up higher, catching at the back of Dylan's thigh. The motion let him pull himself up further, sliding himself along thick flesh.
"Fuck. Oh God, that feels so good," he moaned, though if it was about finally having a dick in him, or that warm, sexy mouth on his breast was anyone's guess.
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Those delicate touches of Dylan's hand on Danny's breast left him whimpering, trying to keep his eyes open even as they fluttered shut.
"Fuck. Please. God, Dylan. You can't do this to me and not...." He paused, licking his lips. "Come on. Fuck me?"
He knew he was pleading, something he had never done, and Danny didn't care. None of that mattered as long as he got everything he needed.
Moaning, loving that Dylan liked the smell of him. "I feel... I feel so wet. For you," he managed, shuddering as he thought about that, about how it had to feel. Soft and slick where he'd been hard, open and ready for a man like Dylan to take him like Daniel may have fantasized as but never thought he could have. Definitely not like this.
A need that was suddenly desperation as he felt strong fingers brush over wet, new flesh. "Dylan!?" Half command, all need, hips bucking and grinding himself against Dylan's hand. If he just moved a little, just right, he could have those skilled fingers inside of him. Yet a moment later they were gone, and the sound he gave was like a sob that caught in his throat.
Shock made him jump, crying out as fabric slid down his legs, tangling about his ankles as his pants were shredded. It should have scared him but all he cared was that it left him bare, letting Dylan moved between his legs.
Yes, that! That was good, he thought, shifting to slide one foot up the back of Dylan's calf. Even better! It made him feel open, wanton and ready. Not ready enough though. The sensation of cock sliding into him was mindblowing and Danny clutched desperately at Dylan's shoulders, clawing at the fabric even as his leg jumped up higher, catching at the back of Dylan's thigh. The motion let him pull himself up further, sliding himself along thick flesh.
"Fuck. Oh God, that feels so good," he moaned, though if it was about finally having a dick in him, or that warm, sexy mouth on his breast was anyone's guess.