"Did she put up a fight?"
Title: Finding Fault.
Author: Me.
Fandom: Grease.
Pairing: Danny/Kenickie.
Summary: Fluffy smutty drabble. It was gonna be longer, but I'm shagged. I'm going to sleep instead. xD Sorry.
“It’s not normal,” Danny protests weakly, although having a half naked Kenickie straddling his hips currently makes it pretty difficult to make a convincing argument. The guy in question raises an eyebrow, looking amused, and shakes his head exasperatedly, grinding his pelvis into Danny’s firmly.
“Probably not. When’s it been a problem, before, huh?” Kenickie asks, his fingers pressing either side of Danny’s head, fingers grabbing at the strands of dark hair to stabilize himself on Danny’s hips. The other boy realizes that he can’t actually find fault with that point, his breath quickens as Kenickie’s rubbing becomes more furious and punctuated, hips twitching to a silent beat. “Just tell me to stop, Zucco, you know I will.” He grins triumphantly, sweat dripping off his nose onto Danny’s torso.
“Fuck you K’nick.” Danny growls, half-laughing. Kenickie raises his eyebrows slightly, and moves in closer to Danny, open mouth suddenly pressed to his.
“Hey, you asked.” Kenickie shrugs, smirking into the kiss.
Author: Me.
Fandom: Grease.
Pairing: Danny/Kenickie.
Summary: Fluffy smutty drabble. It was gonna be longer, but I'm shagged. I'm going to sleep instead. xD Sorry.
“It’s not normal,” Danny protests weakly, although having a half naked Kenickie straddling his hips currently makes it pretty difficult to make a convincing argument. The guy in question raises an eyebrow, looking amused, and shakes his head exasperatedly, grinding his pelvis into Danny’s firmly.
“Probably not. When’s it been a problem, before, huh?” Kenickie asks, his fingers pressing either side of Danny’s head, fingers grabbing at the strands of dark hair to stabilize himself on Danny’s hips. The other boy realizes that he can’t actually find fault with that point, his breath quickens as Kenickie’s rubbing becomes more furious and punctuated, hips twitching to a silent beat. “Just tell me to stop, Zucco, you know I will.” He grins triumphantly, sweat dripping off his nose onto Danny’s torso.
“Fuck you K’nick.” Danny growls, half-laughing. Kenickie raises his eyebrows slightly, and moves in closer to Danny, open mouth suddenly pressed to his.
“Hey, you asked.” Kenickie shrugs, smirking into the kiss.