He paused, considering that. "Maybe I just did it for you then," he said, though he knew it was probably more pornstar than any real woman he knew. Even above Henley. This was Dylan, not her, and maybe that was why he hadn't wanted that voice, to have her there.
"Oh you owe me for the shooting thing," he said, meaning it. Later, after he had a heart attack over all of this, he might change his mind. For now though he's focusing on sex, and how good it was, and feeling desired. "But we'll work that out," he said, leaning in to nip at that ridge of Dylan's collarbone. He paused though, leaning back and meeting his gaze again.
He arched a brow. "Do you really think I need that tongue to drive you mad? Really?" Okay so maybe he thought Dylan was a bit already mad but that was another story. "I may be Henleycentric but..." He shook his head. He wasn't entirely open about his sexuality but it had to do with lot with his need to be wanted, to feel he was needed and less to do with parts. Maybe why he was okay with how much his life had changed in just a matter of moments.
"Trust me, Dylan. After this? You will owe me," he said, sinking to his knees.
Daniel had mastered so much with his tongue, knowing that his ability to please others would make him wanted. Both in knowing that the best blowjobs were not just about sliding over cock, as well as how to spend an hour licking without his jaw cracking.
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"Oh you owe me for the shooting thing," he said, meaning it. Later, after he had a heart attack over all of this, he might change his mind. For now though he's focusing on sex, and how good it was, and feeling desired. "But we'll work that out," he said, leaning in to nip at that ridge of Dylan's collarbone. He paused though, leaning back and meeting his gaze again.
He arched a brow. "Do you really think I need that tongue to drive you mad? Really?" Okay so maybe he thought Dylan was a bit already mad but that was another story. "I may be Henleycentric but..." He shook his head. He wasn't entirely open about his sexuality but it had to do with lot with his need to be wanted, to feel he was needed and less to do with parts. Maybe why he was okay with how much his life had changed in just a matter of moments.
"Trust me, Dylan. After this? You will owe me," he said, sinking to his knees.
Daniel had mastered so much with his tongue, knowing that his ability to please others would make him wanted. Both in knowing that the best blowjobs were not just about sliding over cock, as well as how to spend an hour licking without his jaw cracking.