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Title: Sex in San Fran
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17 for VERY graphic sex, lots of swearing, and very unsubtle sexual refs
Pairing: Danny/Ryan, implied other meaningless randoms lol
Disclaimer: *headdesk* don't own them..stop reminding me
I have no idea if San Francisco is like this but I hear it's pretty free, which rocks btw, and for the purposes of cracking myself up, it is in this story. Danny and Ryan were married in another country, prolly England.
Sitting in a San Francisco Subway, Ryan tried not to giggle as he watched his lover stare wide-eyed at all of the homosexual couples necking around them. Danny's sandwich was hanging loosely from his hand, his jaw slack as he took in the distinctly different atmosphere than back home in New York.
It was only when a large glob of mayonnaise fell into his lap with a plop that he noticed he was gaping, blushing as Ryan chuckled and wiping his pants off quickly with his napkin. He took a bite of his sandwich, eyes glued to his plate, face still pink.
Ryan reached out and lifted his chin, staring into his eyes and smiling reassuringly. "I don't know why you always get so embarrassed, honey. It's not like your weird habits are gonna scare me off." He pulled a chain out of his shirt and ran his finger reverently over the ring hanging off it. "You've already landed me, Danny," he said softly. "Stop worrying. Besides," he added with a silly grin, tapping Danny gently on the nose with his fingernail, " I think your quirks are adorable." He smiled as he saw Danny's unease melt away, the captain starting to eat his sandwich with a relaxed air about him.
He lazily perused the cafe's occupants as Danny finished up his lunch, his sandwich already well tucked away, sipping his drink every while. There were a couple lesbian couples by the window, their arms around their significant others as they chatted over subs. A couple of tall, thin men were making out at a booth in front, their steak hoagies totally forgotten on the table. A big group of people were up in front, having pushed three tables together so the varied gender-ed, raced, and coupled cluster could have some sort of celebration unto themselves.
The employees were doing it too, one girl pushed up onto the soda counter behind the cash register, her boyfriend making it plain what they were doing as she moaned and arched into his wandering hands, allowing him to take her mouth when he pleased. The manager was out, he supposed...otherwise those two would have been fired on the spot. Only three people, the other employees, were without lovers to snack on.
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He stopped looking at the others and concentrated on his Danny, a smug grin making its way across his face as he reveled in being the one and only of this man, forever. Daniel Briere was his, no one else's, 'til death do us part. Today in particular he was rather grateful for that blessing...Danny was looking very fine in a pair of skintight blue jean shorts and a lime wifebeater, his hair combed to perfection and glittering with natural sun-dyed highlights, his skin glistening with a healthy sheen and lightly bronzed. He had finished his sandwich and was moving on to.....oh......his pepperoni stick, quite happily wrapping his gorgeous petal lips around the end and nibbling a chunk out of it.
It slipped a bit deeper past Danny's lips, getting a little wet with his saliva as he enjoyed the delicious snack, and Ryan's mouth went dry. Man, what he wouldn't give to be that pepperoni stick. Feeling just a bit vindictive and vengeful as a result of the unwitting torture Danny was inflicting on him, he called one of the unoccupied employees and handed them his cup, eyes still trained on Danny's sucking mouth as the poor sod attempted to reach past the passionately entwined lovers on the counter and refill his Dew. He took it without knowing how, but no matter how much he drank, all moisture drained out of his mouth.
He felt a little drool forming at the corner of his lip as Danny reached the halfway point, closing his eyes and savoring that pepperoni stick like it were a decadent dessert. He swiped at his lips and wiped his fingers on his navy shorts, trying desperately to look away from his lover's slurping mouth and squirming tongue moving against his treat, the baggy cloth growing uncomfortably tight as he speculated on what else he'd like to do with that wicked mouth and that talented tongue.
When Danny was done with the stick of pepperoni, he moaned, "Mmm," and sipped his drink, completely oblivious to the reaction Ryan had to the sucking noise. Ryan groaned deep in his throat as he searched quickly through his pockets for his wallet and slapped a 20 on the table, waiting for Danny to stop drinking before he grabbed the trash and tossed it. Then, with a low growl, he pulled Danny out onto the boardwalk where their rented jeep was waiting. "I think it's about time I took you back to the beachhouse,", he murmured huskily, throwing Danny against the passenger door of the jeep and pinning him there with his body.
Danny nodded. "Alright...but I thought we were gonna swi---," his eyes caught sight of Ryan's flushed visage and black eyes and he gasped, "oh!" He swallowed, not helping Ryan's predicament at all, and added, "yeah, let's go."
Ryan pulled away, almost physically pained to leave Danny's body heat and with a frustrated groan, ran to the other side of the jeep and hopped in the driver's seat, revving the engine as his now equally impatient lover jumped in next to him and speeding down the highway, thanking God that the speed limit in good old sunny California was 70, not 50 as it was in NY. He kept his eyes firmly on the road, trying not to notice Danny's hands clenching on the armrest or his lover's panting in anticipation.
Twenty minutes later, he was dying with the need to have his lover, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were whitening, teeth clenched to a point where enamel was being chipped, staring ahead so fiercely he felt a crick in his neck beginning. He saw the beachhouse where they were staying, one specifically for honeymooners, and let out a sigh of relief, pulling into the drive and racing into the house, hearing his lover run after him.
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When Danny was close enough to touch, he did, grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the nearest wall, taking his mouth without asking, mimicking what they'd be doing later with deep and hard thrusts of his tongue, their saliva dancing between their mouths as they tangled tongues with an urgency that would not be denied. He probed every corner of the sexy captain's mouth, tasting the lingering flavors of the pepperoni and his root beer, not at all unpleasant when mixed with the sweetness that was Danny.
When they were forced to part for breath, he stared into Danny's eyes, glazed over with passion and dark with unmistakeable lust. "I don't think I can wait 'til we reach the bedroom, Danny. I want you right here, right now, and if I don't have you, I'm going to explode." He traced his mouth down Danny's jaw, then moving to his neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses with just a tiny bit of suction and feeling the man's pulse beat against his tongue.
Danny arched against him, rubbing their groins together, causing friction neither could ignore. "I'm...yours,Ryan. Take...what you want," he gasped. His eyes met Ryan's again, his intent plain. "Whatever...you want."
Ryan groaned and attacked his mouth again, his eyes slamming shut as he nipped and licked at Danny's amazingly soft lips and tongue. He pulled his lover over to a counter and set him there, searching for a substance to use as lube....ahhhhh, vegetable oil...perfect. Then with a loud moan of frustration because he had no intention of letting go of Danny to get his shirt off, he ripped the material down the middle, Danny's arms straightening for a second to let the ruined garment fall off of his shoulders and onto the floor.
His eyes lit up at more of Danny to taste, running his mouth from neck to waistband slowly and tenderly, licking and nipping the skin smelling of Danny's innate scent mixed with sweat. Danny let his head fall back against the wall, panting as Ryan feasted on him with no chance of letting go. When Ryan's squirming tongue reached the sensitive skin above his waistband, he bucked with a loud moan, pressing the bulge in his briefs against the warm skin of Ryan's cheek. "Gah....please, Ryan....touch me...there....taste me....anything....."
He nearly sobbed with relief when Ryan's nimble fingers released him from his jean prison, the goaltender pressing his nose against his cock, inhaling the musk of Danny and grinning with satisfaction. He moved back up to Danny's mouth, grinning against the lips as Danny impatiently ripped his shirt up over his head and yanked his shorts down, smiling smugly at the sharp intake of breath as Danny saw he wasn't wearing anything to hinder them further. He stepped out of the shorts and went low again to remove Danny's tight black briefs, licking a line up the captain's cock and loving the gasp of, "Yes!"
But Ryan didn't linger there long enough, not for Danny's taste, anyway. He rubbed circles on the head of his lover's cock with his fingertip, just light enough to keep from actually pleasuring him, as he uncapped the oil and poured a fair amount into his hand, setting the bottle haphazardly in the sink, uncaring as a large portion was dumped down the drain, his eyes only for his impatient lover, writhing on the counter as his teasing touches tormented him. "Spread your legs, love," he ordered, watching as Danny did as he asked immediately, spreading them as far as they could go, his face turned up to Ryan's, his whole body showing his wanton as Ryan pressed a finger against his entrance, his ass automatically clenching around the intrusion, causing spikes of pleasure to run through him, arching again as Ryan added another lubed finger, stretching and probing his insides, preparing him for what was coming.
The third finger had tears of frustration springing to Danny's eyes. He pulled his lover down into a mind blowing kiss, fiercely latching their lips together and plunging his tongue into the other man's mouth, moaning desperately as Ryan stretched him. He pulled away to murmur huskily in his ear, "Now! I can't wait any longer! Fuck me...now!"
Ryan nodded, happy to oblige, and with one graceful movement, had pushed into Danny's willing body, pulling relieved groans from both of them as his balls slapped against Danny's ass with a quiet thwap. His head fell forward to rest on Danny's shoulder as he slid out and slammed back in, Danny's head bouncing off the wall as his whole body went into a spasm of want. He moved his hips just slightly, creating another kind of pleasure as Ryan's cock rubbed more noticeably against his inner walls, almost making them both come right there. Ryan had had all he could take, though, so with a tremendous amount of willpower, he pulled out, and then attacked, smashing their bodies back together, taking Danny by surprise as he rubbed his prostate and caused ripples of heat to rush through him, drawing a moan of, "God...Ryan...." that made every hair on Ryan's body stand up.
He thrust hard in and out of Danny's body, trembling with the need to give him his all. Danny helped as much as he could, melting into Ryan's embrace, only Ryan's arms keeping him from dropping fully onto the counter, the tanned limbs pulling him close as Ryan fucked him into oblivion, working toward but not fulfilling what he wanted, pulling pleas from his lips, "Harder....agh, faster, Ryan....AH! yes! Like...that!", when Ryan granted him his wishes.
He coaxed an explosive orgasm out of both of them only minutes later, his hips snapping forward and back of their own volition, pounding Danny so hard into the wall that the tile started to imprint into his back as he filled the man with his essence, Danny's climax hitting him hard as well, causing long, warm, spurts of liquid to paint their chests and the counter below him, the two of them coming down from the high with lazy grins and pants of breath.
Ryan laid still, his face buried in Danny's shoulder, kissing his neck just a bit as his breath started to come back, leaning to place one soft kiss on Danny's swollen lips. He pulled out and laid kisses over Danny's jaw, picking up his lover and carrying him to their bedroom, his legs flung over Ryan's arms, head resting on his chest, giggling delightedly as he was flung onto the bed gently, quickly followed by Ryan, crawling over to lay next to him.
Danny stretched languidly, grabbing a towel from the table beside their bed and wiping himself off, his hand lingering just a bit more than necessary, rubbing himself and drawing gasping moans from him, his hips moving just a bit as he bit his lip, whimpering. Ryan watched this with lidded eyes, getting steadily more aroused and annoyed.
With a wild growl, he ripped the cloth from Danny's hands and threw it to the floor, pouncing on the man with a huskily grunted, "Stop trying to turn me on, baby....it works too well." He took Danny's lips in a kiss, rubbing his tongue over the swollen flesh and grinning at Danny's gasp as his fully attentive nether regions brushed his groin. He pulled away just enough to hiss, "I haven't gotten what I really want from you, love," grinding their cocks together just enough to keep Danny barely coherent.
"What's...ah...that, Ryan?", he gasped. Ryan leant to whisper in his ear, nipping the shell playfully.
"Your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock, making me come with that incredibly wicked tongue." He heard the sharp intake of breath and grinned, pulling back to meet Danny's wide, dazed eyes. "Can you help me with that wish, Danny?"
Danny nodded, flipping Ryan over to lie on his back as he moved to sit on his thighs, leaning to kiss his lover, hard. "Try not to scream too loud," he whispered wickedly, licking Ryan's neck exactly where he knew would drive him crazy,"there is another bungalow a mile away."
Ryan bit his lip as he pulled away, mock glaring at his smug grin. Danny just continued to grin, rubbing his lover's chest with well-practiced ease, moving down his body with his mouth and reducing Ryan to a quivering mass of need, tugging nipples with his teeth, running his hands up and down his sides as he swirled his tongue in his navel.....then...
There....that glorious pulsing cock, wet with precome and glistening with sweat and the remnants of their pleasure earlier, made Danny's mouth water. He pressed his nose into the soft chocolate curls at the base, inhaling a scent that always made him hard, Ryan's scent. He licked a long line of saliva up to the head from the base, grinning at the groan and smacking his lips at the bittersweet taste he always enjoyed. "Mmm, you taste...great," he murmured, meeting Ryan's gaze with his own, lustful and eager to please.
He leant down and wrapped his lips around the head and sucked lightly, causing a loud moan to erupt from Ryan's throat. "Ohhh, Danny." Then, with a wink, he moved to lick the balls nestling snugly beneath that cock, fondling them with his tongue until Ryan begged for mercy. "No, baby, it'll be over too soon, ahh, no, fuck, I'm gonna," then he let off, nipping the base of his cock for good measure and hearing the yelp.
He gave Ryan a mock exasperated glare. "If not the balls, then what would you prefer?" He grinned as Ryan opened his eyes and panted, "I want to feel the back of your throat on my head....take me in deep," still managing to sound amazingly hot even barely speaking.
Danny nodded and leant back down to do that...without a warning, he grabbed the head between his lips and pressed down, throating the whole length, feeling the head hit his gag reflex and quickly relaxing it so he could pleasure Ryan to the best of his ability, reveling in the gasping moan that accompanied his skilled assault, glancing upwards to see Ryan dying at the sight of him, his eyes trained on the lips wrapped around him, mouth open to let out huge, panting breaths. Danny grinned around his treat and plunged down and up again, sucking hard, making Ryan positively scream as he was taken in and out by a professional, his toes curling as he felt his orgasm rising in his belly. With one purposeful suck, practically taking his soul through the slit of his cock, he felt Ryan lose it, floods of come painting the back of his throat as he yelled, "AH, DANNY!" and went limp, his entire store of energy drained.
Danny swallowed it all, only a bit of it escaping his mouth before he caught it with his tongue and licked his lips, looking very much like the cat that had gotten the cream as his smug grin returned with a vengeance. "You might have very well brought the cops down on us, babe," he teased.
"Shut up, smartass. I wasn't that loud." He pulled Danny close, running his fingers through the sweaty hair as his lover laid on his chest, breath warming his skin. He pinched his ass, smirking at the annoyed yelp.
Danny leant his head back to kiss Ryan's jaw, still smiling softly. "You're welcome, lover," he purred quietly.
Ryan chuckled. "Thank you, baby, it was incredible." He tilted Danny's head up for a kiss, smiling against his lover's tender lips.
"So what brought that on, anyway?", asked Danny curiously, yawning as the exhaustion of a good and proper fucking and giving an amazing blow started to get to him.
Ryan snorted. "Watching you eat that pepperoni stick," he replied, eyes narrowing as Danny bust out laughing.
"What?", he snapped defensively. Danny shook his head, still giggling, kissing his lover's cheek softly.
"Not...you...babe....I was just thinking."
Ryan smiled. "About?"
Danny started to lose it again, dissolving into another fit of giggles. "I'm...just glad...I didn't....order....the vanilla ice cream...like I wanted," he gasped, holding his sides.
Ryan started to laugh with him. "We prolly wouldn't have made it to the kitchen. I'd have pulled over and had you blow me right there on the side of the road, wanting to paint your lips with a different kind of white." He nipped his lover's shoulder, still chuckling.
Danny finished laughing, just barely. "Yeah...that would've been smart."
Ryan reached over and grabbed another cloth, cleaning them both off as best he could. Suddenly, Danny moaned lowly.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "What, babe?"
Danny grinned lazily. "I just realized that there is someone who can give a better blow job than even I can."
Ryan tilted his head to see Danny's face. "Who?"
Danny stared at him pointedly, grinning still. "You."
Ryan laughed. "Well, let's get some sleep, and then we'll see if I can't prove you right, love." He pulled the comforter out from under them and snuggled Danny into his side, pressing a kiss into his hair.
Danny was asleep the minute Ryan's arms wrapped around him, breathing deeply as he whispered just barely audibly, "'Kay...wuv you."
Ryan smiled at the sleepy, almost childlike tone. "Love you too, Danny." Then, they were asleep.
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PWP, definitely. What do you think?
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17 for VERY graphic sex, lots of swearing, and very unsubtle sexual refs
Pairing: Danny/Ryan, implied other meaningless randoms lol
Disclaimer: *headdesk* don't own them..stop reminding me
I have no idea if San Francisco is like this but I hear it's pretty free, which rocks btw, and for the purposes of cracking myself up, it is in this story. Danny and Ryan were married in another country, prolly England.
Sitting in a San Francisco Subway, Ryan tried not to giggle as he watched his lover stare wide-eyed at all of the homosexual couples necking around them. Danny's sandwich was hanging loosely from his hand, his jaw slack as he took in the distinctly different atmosphere than back home in New York.
It was only when a large glob of mayonnaise fell into his lap with a plop that he noticed he was gaping, blushing as Ryan chuckled and wiping his pants off quickly with his napkin. He took a bite of his sandwich, eyes glued to his plate, face still pink.
Ryan reached out and lifted his chin, staring into his eyes and smiling reassuringly. "I don't know why you always get so embarrassed, honey. It's not like your weird habits are gonna scare me off." He pulled a chain out of his shirt and ran his finger reverently over the ring hanging off it. "You've already landed me, Danny," he said softly. "Stop worrying. Besides," he added with a silly grin, tapping Danny gently on the nose with his fingernail, " I think your quirks are adorable." He smiled as he saw Danny's unease melt away, the captain starting to eat his sandwich with a relaxed air about him.
He lazily perused the cafe's occupants as Danny finished up his lunch, his sandwich already well tucked away, sipping his drink every while. There were a couple lesbian couples by the window, their arms around their significant others as they chatted over subs. A couple of tall, thin men were making out at a booth in front, their steak hoagies totally forgotten on the table. A big group of people were up in front, having pushed three tables together so the varied gender-ed, raced, and coupled cluster could have some sort of celebration unto themselves.
The employees were doing it too, one girl pushed up onto the soda counter behind the cash register, her boyfriend making it plain what they were doing as she moaned and arched into his wandering hands, allowing him to take her mouth when he pleased. The manager was out, he supposed...otherwise those two would have been fired on the spot. Only three people, the other employees, were without lovers to snack on.
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He stopped looking at the others and concentrated on his Danny, a smug grin making its way across his face as he reveled in being the one and only of this man, forever. Daniel Briere was his, no one else's, 'til death do us part. Today in particular he was rather grateful for that blessing...Danny was looking very fine in a pair of skintight blue jean shorts and a lime wifebeater, his hair combed to perfection and glittering with natural sun-dyed highlights, his skin glistening with a healthy sheen and lightly bronzed. He had finished his sandwich and was moving on to.....oh......his pepperoni stick, quite happily wrapping his gorgeous petal lips around the end and nibbling a chunk out of it.
It slipped a bit deeper past Danny's lips, getting a little wet with his saliva as he enjoyed the delicious snack, and Ryan's mouth went dry. Man, what he wouldn't give to be that pepperoni stick. Feeling just a bit vindictive and vengeful as a result of the unwitting torture Danny was inflicting on him, he called one of the unoccupied employees and handed them his cup, eyes still trained on Danny's sucking mouth as the poor sod attempted to reach past the passionately entwined lovers on the counter and refill his Dew. He took it without knowing how, but no matter how much he drank, all moisture drained out of his mouth.
He felt a little drool forming at the corner of his lip as Danny reached the halfway point, closing his eyes and savoring that pepperoni stick like it were a decadent dessert. He swiped at his lips and wiped his fingers on his navy shorts, trying desperately to look away from his lover's slurping mouth and squirming tongue moving against his treat, the baggy cloth growing uncomfortably tight as he speculated on what else he'd like to do with that wicked mouth and that talented tongue.
When Danny was done with the stick of pepperoni, he moaned, "Mmm," and sipped his drink, completely oblivious to the reaction Ryan had to the sucking noise. Ryan groaned deep in his throat as he searched quickly through his pockets for his wallet and slapped a 20 on the table, waiting for Danny to stop drinking before he grabbed the trash and tossed it. Then, with a low growl, he pulled Danny out onto the boardwalk where their rented jeep was waiting. "I think it's about time I took you back to the beachhouse,", he murmured huskily, throwing Danny against the passenger door of the jeep and pinning him there with his body.
Danny nodded. "Alright...but I thought we were gonna swi---," his eyes caught sight of Ryan's flushed visage and black eyes and he gasped, "oh!" He swallowed, not helping Ryan's predicament at all, and added, "yeah, let's go."
Ryan pulled away, almost physically pained to leave Danny's body heat and with a frustrated groan, ran to the other side of the jeep and hopped in the driver's seat, revving the engine as his now equally impatient lover jumped in next to him and speeding down the highway, thanking God that the speed limit in good old sunny California was 70, not 50 as it was in NY. He kept his eyes firmly on the road, trying not to notice Danny's hands clenching on the armrest or his lover's panting in anticipation.
Twenty minutes later, he was dying with the need to have his lover, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were whitening, teeth clenched to a point where enamel was being chipped, staring ahead so fiercely he felt a crick in his neck beginning. He saw the beachhouse where they were staying, one specifically for honeymooners, and let out a sigh of relief, pulling into the drive and racing into the house, hearing his lover run after him.
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When Danny was close enough to touch, he did, grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the nearest wall, taking his mouth without asking, mimicking what they'd be doing later with deep and hard thrusts of his tongue, their saliva dancing between their mouths as they tangled tongues with an urgency that would not be denied. He probed every corner of the sexy captain's mouth, tasting the lingering flavors of the pepperoni and his root beer, not at all unpleasant when mixed with the sweetness that was Danny.
When they were forced to part for breath, he stared into Danny's eyes, glazed over with passion and dark with unmistakeable lust. "I don't think I can wait 'til we reach the bedroom, Danny. I want you right here, right now, and if I don't have you, I'm going to explode." He traced his mouth down Danny's jaw, then moving to his neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses with just a tiny bit of suction and feeling the man's pulse beat against his tongue.
Danny arched against him, rubbing their groins together, causing friction neither could ignore. "I'm...yours,Ryan. Take...what you want," he gasped. His eyes met Ryan's again, his intent plain. "Whatever...you want."
Ryan groaned and attacked his mouth again, his eyes slamming shut as he nipped and licked at Danny's amazingly soft lips and tongue. He pulled his lover over to a counter and set him there, searching for a substance to use as lube....ahhhhh, vegetable oil...perfect. Then with a loud moan of frustration because he had no intention of letting go of Danny to get his shirt off, he ripped the material down the middle, Danny's arms straightening for a second to let the ruined garment fall off of his shoulders and onto the floor.
His eyes lit up at more of Danny to taste, running his mouth from neck to waistband slowly and tenderly, licking and nipping the skin smelling of Danny's innate scent mixed with sweat. Danny let his head fall back against the wall, panting as Ryan feasted on him with no chance of letting go. When Ryan's squirming tongue reached the sensitive skin above his waistband, he bucked with a loud moan, pressing the bulge in his briefs against the warm skin of Ryan's cheek. "Gah....please, Ryan....touch me...there....taste me....anything....."
He nearly sobbed with relief when Ryan's nimble fingers released him from his jean prison, the goaltender pressing his nose against his cock, inhaling the musk of Danny and grinning with satisfaction. He moved back up to Danny's mouth, grinning against the lips as Danny impatiently ripped his shirt up over his head and yanked his shorts down, smiling smugly at the sharp intake of breath as Danny saw he wasn't wearing anything to hinder them further. He stepped out of the shorts and went low again to remove Danny's tight black briefs, licking a line up the captain's cock and loving the gasp of, "Yes!"
But Ryan didn't linger there long enough, not for Danny's taste, anyway. He rubbed circles on the head of his lover's cock with his fingertip, just light enough to keep from actually pleasuring him, as he uncapped the oil and poured a fair amount into his hand, setting the bottle haphazardly in the sink, uncaring as a large portion was dumped down the drain, his eyes only for his impatient lover, writhing on the counter as his teasing touches tormented him. "Spread your legs, love," he ordered, watching as Danny did as he asked immediately, spreading them as far as they could go, his face turned up to Ryan's, his whole body showing his wanton as Ryan pressed a finger against his entrance, his ass automatically clenching around the intrusion, causing spikes of pleasure to run through him, arching again as Ryan added another lubed finger, stretching and probing his insides, preparing him for what was coming.
The third finger had tears of frustration springing to Danny's eyes. He pulled his lover down into a mind blowing kiss, fiercely latching their lips together and plunging his tongue into the other man's mouth, moaning desperately as Ryan stretched him. He pulled away to murmur huskily in his ear, "Now! I can't wait any longer! Fuck me...now!"
Ryan nodded, happy to oblige, and with one graceful movement, had pushed into Danny's willing body, pulling relieved groans from both of them as his balls slapped against Danny's ass with a quiet thwap. His head fell forward to rest on Danny's shoulder as he slid out and slammed back in, Danny's head bouncing off the wall as his whole body went into a spasm of want. He moved his hips just slightly, creating another kind of pleasure as Ryan's cock rubbed more noticeably against his inner walls, almost making them both come right there. Ryan had had all he could take, though, so with a tremendous amount of willpower, he pulled out, and then attacked, smashing their bodies back together, taking Danny by surprise as he rubbed his prostate and caused ripples of heat to rush through him, drawing a moan of, "God...Ryan...." that made every hair on Ryan's body stand up.
He thrust hard in and out of Danny's body, trembling with the need to give him his all. Danny helped as much as he could, melting into Ryan's embrace, only Ryan's arms keeping him from dropping fully onto the counter, the tanned limbs pulling him close as Ryan fucked him into oblivion, working toward but not fulfilling what he wanted, pulling pleas from his lips, "Harder....agh, faster, Ryan....AH! yes! Like...that!", when Ryan granted him his wishes.
He coaxed an explosive orgasm out of both of them only minutes later, his hips snapping forward and back of their own volition, pounding Danny so hard into the wall that the tile started to imprint into his back as he filled the man with his essence, Danny's climax hitting him hard as well, causing long, warm, spurts of liquid to paint their chests and the counter below him, the two of them coming down from the high with lazy grins and pants of breath.
Ryan laid still, his face buried in Danny's shoulder, kissing his neck just a bit as his breath started to come back, leaning to place one soft kiss on Danny's swollen lips. He pulled out and laid kisses over Danny's jaw, picking up his lover and carrying him to their bedroom, his legs flung over Ryan's arms, head resting on his chest, giggling delightedly as he was flung onto the bed gently, quickly followed by Ryan, crawling over to lay next to him.
Danny stretched languidly, grabbing a towel from the table beside their bed and wiping himself off, his hand lingering just a bit more than necessary, rubbing himself and drawing gasping moans from him, his hips moving just a bit as he bit his lip, whimpering. Ryan watched this with lidded eyes, getting steadily more aroused and annoyed.
With a wild growl, he ripped the cloth from Danny's hands and threw it to the floor, pouncing on the man with a huskily grunted, "Stop trying to turn me on, baby....it works too well." He took Danny's lips in a kiss, rubbing his tongue over the swollen flesh and grinning at Danny's gasp as his fully attentive nether regions brushed his groin. He pulled away just enough to hiss, "I haven't gotten what I really want from you, love," grinding their cocks together just enough to keep Danny barely coherent.
"What's...ah...that, Ryan?", he gasped. Ryan leant to whisper in his ear, nipping the shell playfully.
"Your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock, making me come with that incredibly wicked tongue." He heard the sharp intake of breath and grinned, pulling back to meet Danny's wide, dazed eyes. "Can you help me with that wish, Danny?"
Danny nodded, flipping Ryan over to lie on his back as he moved to sit on his thighs, leaning to kiss his lover, hard. "Try not to scream too loud," he whispered wickedly, licking Ryan's neck exactly where he knew would drive him crazy,"there is another bungalow a mile away."
Ryan bit his lip as he pulled away, mock glaring at his smug grin. Danny just continued to grin, rubbing his lover's chest with well-practiced ease, moving down his body with his mouth and reducing Ryan to a quivering mass of need, tugging nipples with his teeth, running his hands up and down his sides as he swirled his tongue in his navel.....then...
There....that glorious pulsing cock, wet with precome and glistening with sweat and the remnants of their pleasure earlier, made Danny's mouth water. He pressed his nose into the soft chocolate curls at the base, inhaling a scent that always made him hard, Ryan's scent. He licked a long line of saliva up to the head from the base, grinning at the groan and smacking his lips at the bittersweet taste he always enjoyed. "Mmm, you taste...great," he murmured, meeting Ryan's gaze with his own, lustful and eager to please.
He leant down and wrapped his lips around the head and sucked lightly, causing a loud moan to erupt from Ryan's throat. "Ohhh, Danny." Then, with a wink, he moved to lick the balls nestling snugly beneath that cock, fondling them with his tongue until Ryan begged for mercy. "No, baby, it'll be over too soon, ahh, no, fuck, I'm gonna," then he let off, nipping the base of his cock for good measure and hearing the yelp.
He gave Ryan a mock exasperated glare. "If not the balls, then what would you prefer?" He grinned as Ryan opened his eyes and panted, "I want to feel the back of your throat on my head....take me in deep," still managing to sound amazingly hot even barely speaking.
Danny nodded and leant back down to do that...without a warning, he grabbed the head between his lips and pressed down, throating the whole length, feeling the head hit his gag reflex and quickly relaxing it so he could pleasure Ryan to the best of his ability, reveling in the gasping moan that accompanied his skilled assault, glancing upwards to see Ryan dying at the sight of him, his eyes trained on the lips wrapped around him, mouth open to let out huge, panting breaths. Danny grinned around his treat and plunged down and up again, sucking hard, making Ryan positively scream as he was taken in and out by a professional, his toes curling as he felt his orgasm rising in his belly. With one purposeful suck, practically taking his soul through the slit of his cock, he felt Ryan lose it, floods of come painting the back of his throat as he yelled, "AH, DANNY!" and went limp, his entire store of energy drained.
Danny swallowed it all, only a bit of it escaping his mouth before he caught it with his tongue and licked his lips, looking very much like the cat that had gotten the cream as his smug grin returned with a vengeance. "You might have very well brought the cops down on us, babe," he teased.
"Shut up, smartass. I wasn't that loud." He pulled Danny close, running his fingers through the sweaty hair as his lover laid on his chest, breath warming his skin. He pinched his ass, smirking at the annoyed yelp.
Danny leant his head back to kiss Ryan's jaw, still smiling softly. "You're welcome, lover," he purred quietly.
Ryan chuckled. "Thank you, baby, it was incredible." He tilted Danny's head up for a kiss, smiling against his lover's tender lips.
"So what brought that on, anyway?", asked Danny curiously, yawning as the exhaustion of a good and proper fucking and giving an amazing blow started to get to him.
Ryan snorted. "Watching you eat that pepperoni stick," he replied, eyes narrowing as Danny bust out laughing.
"What?", he snapped defensively. Danny shook his head, still giggling, kissing his lover's cheek softly.
"Not...you...babe....I was just thinking."
Ryan smiled. "About?"
Danny started to lose it again, dissolving into another fit of giggles. "I'm...just glad...I didn't....order....the vanilla ice cream...like I wanted," he gasped, holding his sides.
Ryan started to laugh with him. "We prolly wouldn't have made it to the kitchen. I'd have pulled over and had you blow me right there on the side of the road, wanting to paint your lips with a different kind of white." He nipped his lover's shoulder, still chuckling.
Danny finished laughing, just barely. "Yeah...that would've been smart."
Ryan reached over and grabbed another cloth, cleaning them both off as best he could. Suddenly, Danny moaned lowly.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "What, babe?"
Danny grinned lazily. "I just realized that there is someone who can give a better blow job than even I can."
Ryan tilted his head to see Danny's face. "Who?"
Danny stared at him pointedly, grinning still. "You."
Ryan laughed. "Well, let's get some sleep, and then we'll see if I can't prove you right, love." He pulled the comforter out from under them and snuggled Danny into his side, pressing a kiss into his hair.
Danny was asleep the minute Ryan's arms wrapped around him, breathing deeply as he whispered just barely audibly, "'Kay...wuv you."
Ryan smiled at the sleepy, almost childlike tone. "Love you too, Danny." Then, they were asleep.
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PWP, definitely. What do you think?