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“God, I’m exhausted,” Daniel sighs as soon as they make it into the hotel room. He peels himself away from Johnny’s side long enough to undo his tie and shrug off his suitcoat. Johnny rolls his eyes fondly as Daniel neatly hangs his jacket by the door; some things never change.
Johnny had wanted to carry him down the hall bridal style, wanted to let everyone in the whole damn place know that for some strange, beautiful reason Daniel LaRusso agreed to marry him, but Daniel very adamantly said no. He always got all huffy when Johnny tried to pick him up, but Johnny knew from the fond, exasperated look on his face that deep down, he loved it.
Still, Daniel stuck close to Johnny’s side all night and kept his hand turned outward so that his wedding band was on full display, and he didn’t hesitate to lean in and pepper Johnny’s face with kisses any chance he got. It made something in Johnny’s chest curl tight with satisfaction.
“That makes two of us,” Johnny says as he flops down onto the bed. Daniel grimaces when he doesn’t take his shoes off. “You damn near killed me on that dance floor, LaRusso.”
Daniel rolls his eyes and crosses the room, leaning against the wall by the bed to look at him. “Oh, quit whining. You had fun.”
Johnny looks up at Daniel and feels his chest soften, that same warm, familiar feeling that he’s come to associate with Daniel’s presence spreading through him. He’s all ruffled and tired, hair all over the place, tie unknotted and draped around his neck. He’s the most beautiful thing Johnny’s ever seen.
“Yeah. I did,” Johnny grins. He gets a hold of his belt loop and tugs him down onto the bed.
“Johnny,” Daniel huffs, exasperated, but he laughs and collapses into Johnny’s chest, tugging him in for a kiss.
Johnny smiles against his lips and pulls Daniel flush against him, tangling a hand in his hair as Daniel licks into his mouth like he’s dying for it. Johnny doesn’t think he’ll ever get over this, how raw and desperate Daniel’s need for him is. Daniel touches him with such a gentle desire, laying soft kisses and caresses to his skin as he presses into Johnny’s embrace, wanton and insistent.
He handles Johnny in such an intimate, unique way, gentle and exploratory but also desperate and frenzied. It makes Johnny feel wanted. It makes him feel needed. And that’s something he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to.
He doesn’t know how on Earth he managed to garner that. But goddamn it, he’s going to hold onto it.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes against Daniel’s mouth. He nips at his lower lip and preens at the startled whine that Daniel lets out.
“Stop it,” he mumbles. He ducks his head against Johnny’s neck under the pretense of sucking a bruise into his skin—which, hey, Johnny’s not complaining—but Johnny can see the way those tan cheeks flush scarlet.
Johnny wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him in close. He kisses the side of his temple. “Never. You’re stuck with me now, baby.”
“Aw, don’t remind me,” Daniel groans, but his eyes are smiling. He nuzzles in close and nibbles lightly at the skin above his collarbone.
Johnny’s breath catches on a moan. He feels Daniel’s lips curl into a sly smile against his skin. “God, you always sound so good,” Daniel murmurs, one hand wandering up to undo the buttons on Johnny’s shirt. He tugs it off and runs a hand over Johnny’s pecs appreciatively. “So damn good for me.”
“I—ah—shut up,” he pants, face burning red. He doesn’t know how Daniel does that, how he knows exactly what to say to get Johnny going and turn him to liquid. But damn, he loves it.
“Never,” Daniel grins, bouncing an eyebrow. “You’re stuck with me now, baby.”
Johnny rolls his eyes. That’s just like Daniel, using his own words against him. He opens his mouth to make a rebuttal; only, Daniel’s tongue starts laving at his chest, warm and intent, and Johnny’s thoughts die in his throat. Daniel hums in satisfaction before his teeth lightly scrape over a nipple, and Johnny stops thinking entirely.
“Did you seriously just yawn around my dick?” Daniel huffs sometime later. It comes out more breathless than annoyed.
Johnny pulls back to glare up at him. “Don’t hear you complaining,” he rasps, feeling a twinge of something raw and primal at how fucked his voice sounds. “I told you, I’m tired, man. Weddings are exhausting!”
Daniel rolls his eyes. It’s amazing, really; get his clothes off and loosen him up and suddenly he’s the same annoying Jersey prick from thirty-five years ago. Johnny wants to kiss the twerp right off his face.
“Oh, is that what this is?” He teases. “Big bad Johnny Lawrence can’t handle a little slow dancing and social interaction?”
Johnny collapses onto the pillow beside him and flicks him on the shoulder. Daniel squawks indignantly. “How are you not tired? Thought you were gonna fall asleep halfway through dessert earlier.”
“I am.” Daniel bites his lip, big brown eyes roving over Johnny’s body, wanting and full of desire. “I just…I want you more.”
Something in Johnny’s chest goes taut. His heart feels like it’s stuck in his throat. He wraps an arm tight around Daniel’s shoulders and pulls him in close.
“Yeah?”
Daniel smiles, soft and warm and so achingly fond, Johnny falls in love all over again. “Yeah, Johnny.”
Johnny feels himself smile in return. He shifts onto his side and pulls Daniel in for a kiss, slow and sweet and so, so tender. For a long time, Johnny didn’t think he was capable of having something like this, of having a love this soft and pure and all-consuming. He didn’t trust himself to have something like this, was too scared he’d say the wrong thing or breathe the wrong way and fuck everything up.
But Daniel trusts him. Daniel wants him. Daniel loves him, despite their bloody history and bickering and all of Johnny’s mistakes.
Johnny has this. He has Daniel, now and forever. And he wants to spend the rest of time savoring that.
Johnny pulls back to rest their foreheads together, staring into those brown eyes. He wants to memorize every inch of them, the way they crease in fondness whenever they look at him, the way they light up when Daniel’s happy, the way they go wide and dark with need on nights like this. He wants to know Daniel, every single inch of him.
By the look in his eyes, Daniel wants to know him, too.
Quietly, suddenly, Daniel yawns against his cheek, thick eyelashes fluttering. Johnny can see the way his eyes droop, how he’s fighting back sleep with every bone in his body.
It makes Johnny smile; Daniel’s always been a fighter. But they don’t have to fight anymore.
“Hey,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to Daniel’s temple. “Maybe we should just go to bed.”
Daniel frowns. “But we…I want—”
“I know,” Johnny says. “And we will. First thing in the morning. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Daniel’s eyes go wide and watery. “Yeah. We do.”
Johnny tugs the blankets up and over them. He pulls Daniel close to his chest and Daniel burrows into his arms, going boneless and relaxed. Johnny can feel every exhale of breath, every beat of his heart.
“John?” Daniel whispers, a quiet rumble of breath.
“Yeah?”
He cranes his head to look up at him. “I love you.”
Johnny’s own eyes feel suspiciously wet. He lays a soft kiss to Daniel’s cheek. “Yeah? I love you, too.”
Daniel’s lips curl into a shy, sleepy smile. He falls asleep with his head tucked against Johnny’s shoulder.
Johnny stirs awake what feels like five minutes later to the tell-tale stirrings of arousal low in his belly.
He frowns and blinks drowsy eyes open to come face to face with Daniel grinding against his thigh. He’s already half-hard, eyes blown wide in desire.
“What the—” he mumbles. “What’re you doing?”
“Don’t give me that,” Daniel huffs, needy and petulant. “You said in the morning. It’s morning.”
“The sun isn’t even up yet.” Johnny groans and turns to look at the cheap fluorescent alarm clock blinking at him on the nightstand. “It’s literally four AM.”
“Yeah, AM. As in ante meridiem. As in wake the fuck up so I can fuck you.”
“Anti-what?” Johnny says, still half-asleep. Daniel rubs against him insistently and Johnny’s breath catches on a moan. “Look, hold your horses, Newark. Jesus, Amanda wasn’t kidding.”
“I do not need to hold my horses, John—wait, what?” Daniel snaps, face burning scarlet. He eyes Johnny suspiciously. “You’ve been talking to Amanda?”
Johnny shrugs. “We have coffee.”
“Seriously? You don’t even like coffee,” Daniel says, exasperated, babbling on in that extra Jersey way he does whenever he gets going. “Every time I try to get you to drink espresso you say it tastes like dirty water. What do you two even talk about? I mean, do you—"
Johnny cuts him off with a kiss. He silently thanks Amanda for the pointer. Daniel’s cheeks are bright red when he pulls away.
“Hey, relax, man, nothing bad. Just how to handle you when get all hyper and Italian.”
Daniel glares at him, but he softens when Johnny’s hand cups his cheek. He leans into the touch. “How to handle me?”
“Yeah. I mean, can you blame me?” He says, running a hand through Daniel’s soft hair. “What’s with all this? You’re acting like we’ve never fucked before.”
Daniel frowns and ducks his head against Johnny’s chest. “I’ve never fucked my husband before,” he whines.
Something in Johnny’s chest loosens. “Oh,” he says dumbly.
Daniel rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Oh.”
Johnny should’ve figured it’d be something stupid and sentimental like that; Daniel’s always been a bit of a sap. But then again, the idea that Daniel’s that desperate for it makes Johnny’s chest warm, makes him feel weirdly emotional.
Maybe Johnny’s a little stupid and sentimental, too.
“So? Will you let me?” Daniel asks, tracing a hand lightly over Johnny’s chest. His skin pebbles at the touch.
“What?” Johnny asks, dazed and breathless.
Daniel looks at him with eyes full of longing and intent. “I wanna fuck you. If you’ll let me. Please.”
Johnny’s throat goes tight with emotion. He thinks his brain stops working for a minute. “You—you wanna…”
“I do,” he says as he kisses Johnny’s jawline. He blushes, a faint trace of uncertainty in his eyes. “Look, I know you’re tired. You don’t have to do anything—I’ll do all the work. I just…I wanna make you feel good.”
He sounds so soft, so damn sincere, Johnny wants to cry.
It’s not that he doesn’t want it; he wants anything Daniel’s willing to give him. It’s just…they’ve never really done this before. Usually it’s the other way around, Johnny pinning Daniel to the mattress and fucking him so hard he forgets his goddamn name. Johnny’s a creature of habit; he likes sticking to what works. And oh, that works.
Johnny’s come a long way in his acceptance of himself, especially since getting together with Daniel. Still, there are parts of him that are still hesitant and closed-off when it comes to emotions, to opening up and letting himself be vulnerable with Daniel. No matter how hard he fights it, there’s always that sick, twisted voice in the back of his head telling him that showing emotion and letting Daniel in is some kind of mark against his masculinity.
But despite that bullshit voice—which, now that he thinks about it, sounds an awful lot like Kreese; Johnny tells it to fuck off—Johnny can’t say he’s never thought about it. Never wanted it. He thinks a part of him has always wanted it, to know what it’s like to have Daniel take him apart like that. And right now, in this moment, he’s never wanted anything more.
Right here, right now, he feels safe and warm. He feels like Daniel’s got him. He knows Daniel’s got him. And it’s that knowledge, that soft, sleepy feeling of trust and contentment, that coaxes the softness out of him, the version of himself who’s willing to relax and unwind and let someone else take the reins.
“Johnny?” Daniel asks, wrenching him out of his daze. He turns to look at Daniel, whose eyes have gone soft and concerned. Johnny feels his hesitation melt away even further. “Hey. It’s okay. We don’t have to, you know. Only if you want to.”
“I want to,” he says, so certain and definite that he startles even himself. He clears his throat, willing away the old feelings of shame that threaten to creep up on him. “I want that. With you. Please.”
Daniel looks at him in awed disbelief. “Really?” He asks, fingertips lightly dancing across the skin of Johnny’s collarbone. “You’ll really let me?”
Johnny swallows and reaches up to squeeze Daniel’s hand. “Yeah. Really.”
Daniel beams at him, bright and wide and blinding. Just the sight of it makes any lingering doubt and uncertainty in Johnny’s chest loosen. He surges forward to kiss him, deep and emotional.
“Thank you,” Daniel breathes against his lips. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, John. I promise.”
“I know you will,” Johnny says, a shy smile rising to his lips. He lays a soft kiss to the corner of Daniel’s mouth. “You always do.”
Daniel’s face softens. He looks like he’s about to cry, Bambi eyes wide and shiny. He needs this too, Johnny realizes suddenly; Daniel needs this just as bad as he does. They need each other. Something in his chest twinges. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being amazed at the sheer gravity of this thing between them, of how this powerful, indescribable thing he feels is not only real but reciprocated. He really can’t believe it.
But here it is, clear as day.
“Oh, John,” Daniel says, nuzzling against Johnny’s cheek. He’s always so gentle with him; Johnny doesn’t know what to do with that gentleness. He doesn’t deserve it. But God, it feels so good.
“C’mon, LaRusso, get a move on,” he teases, but there's no heat behind it. He swipes a thumb across Daniel’s jawline. “I heard something about you fucking me.”
Daniel rolls his eyes and flashes him that same secret, shit-eating grin that’s haunted him for thirty-five years. “Oh, you bet, Lawrence. Just you wait.”
After that, it’s like something in Daniel shakes loose.
Johnny’s glad they didn’t bother to put their clothes back on earlier, because Daniel immediately dives on top of him and gets to work with the fervor of someone half his age. They’ve barely gotten started, but Johnny already feels lightheaded. He presses up against Daniel and settles in for the ride.
“God, you looked so good in that tux,” Daniel murmurs against his chest as his hands wander all over him, needy and appreciative. “Wanted you right then. ‘S not fair, man.”
Johnny bites down on his lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. His face burns bright red. Daniel knows all too well what that does to him, how Johnny can’t help but melt when he says soft shit like that.
“You—ah,” he pants when Daniel starts to palm at his cock, soft, almost achingly gentle strokes. His mind is already starting to feel a little hazy from the pleasure, from the warm comfort of Daniel’s touch and the expert movement of his hands. “God, you looked good too.”
“Not as good as you,” Daniel hums, swiping his thumb lightly across the head. Johnny bucks into his grip. “So fucking gorgeous, I swear. It’s unreal.”
“Daniel,” he whines, actually fucking whines, he can’t help it. Daniel grins; he knows exactly how this is affecting him.
“What is it?” Daniel asks, voice soft and low in his ear. He leans in to nip at his earlobe. “Tell me, baby.”
“Fuck,” he groans, starting to shiver. “I just…fuck, I want…”
“What do you want?” His other hand wanders down to caress Johnny’s thigh. He blinks up at him innocently. “Hmm?”
“You know what,” Johnny grits out, moaning on a particularly good flick of Daniel’s wrist. Is he really gonna make him say it? “Come on, man, just do it already.”
“Do what?” He asks, teasing, because despite everything he is first and foremost a little shit. His hand leaves Johnny’s cock and trails further down, Johnny’s heart pounding all the while. He presses a thumb against Johnny’s hole, soft and teasing, and Johnny feels something in him snap.
He wants this, he realizes with a sudden and startling clarity; he wants this more than anything.
And damn it, Daniel’s going to give it to him.
“Fuck me,” He says, and he may as well be on his knees begging for how goddamn needy he sounds. “God, Daniel, please, need you to fuck me. I need you t—”
Daniel smiles and kisses him, slow and languid. He pulls back and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Shh, I know. I will. I’ve got you.”
Johnny goes loose and pliant beneath Daniel at his words. He stares up at him through heavy eyelids, transfixed, as he reaches over to rummage around for something on the nightstand—when he took the time to unpack, Johnny has no fucking idea. He’s learned to stop questioning him, especially when he’s this damn horny.
Daniel grabs one of the extra pillows and taps Johnny’s hip; Johnny gets the memo and lifts up, letting Daniel slide it under his hips. He sucks in a deep breath and tries to squash down the old feelings of embarrassment and shame that threaten to rise. He exhales and relaxes back into the pillows.
“Good,” Daniel hums, smiling when Johnny’s breath hitches at the praise. He hears the snick of the lube cap opening, loud in the relative quiet of the room, and feels a faint twinge of anxiety. He looks away.
“Hey,” Daniel says softly. He tilts Johnny’s chin to meet his gaze. Johnny’s breath stutters at the look in his eyes: soft, fond, and adoring. His chest tightens with emotion. “It’s okay, Johnny. I promise. I’m gonna make it good for you.”
Johnny feels a rush of emotion and curses inwardly when he feels tears prickling at his eyes. He blinks them away.
“I know,” he says, squeezing his hand. “I know you will.”
Daniel’s lips curl into a soft smile. He presses a chaste kiss to Johnny’s lips, sweet and full of promise, and just like that, Johnny feels his fear melt away.
Daniel coats his hand and rubs a finger against his hole, light and tentative but with just enough pressure to make Johnny feel it. His breath catches in his throat.
“Ready?” Daniel asks, brown eyes boring into Johnny.
Johnny swallows and nods. “Ready.”
Daniel grins and presses one finger in at an almost achingly slow pace. Johnny’s eyes flutter shut as he fights the urge to squirm. It’s not uncomfortable, just…weird; fullness where he’s never felt full before. But it’s Daniel, he reminds himself; Daniel. Daniel’s already wormed his way inside Johnny’s head, his heart. This isn’t anything new.
He thinks a part of him has been Daniel’s all along.
“How is it?”
“It’s…it’s okay,” he says, risking a glance at Daniel. His face is soft and concerned. “You can add another.”
Daniel nods and leans in to capture his lips in a kiss. Johnny feels that same pressure from before, only now it’s more, and it stings a little, a burning stretch that’s pain just this side of pleasure. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the feeling of Daniel’s lips against his, the warmth of his body. It helps him feel grounded, safe, even though he’s in completely uncharted territory.
Daniel starts to piston his fingers in and out with slow, gentle movements that have Johnny’s hips moving of their own accord, weakly searching for more. Daniel chuckles against his lips and Johnny would fight back with some half-assed retort, but then Daniel’s fingers brush up against something and oh, fucking Christ—
“There we are,” Daniel hums. He grins and zeroes in on that spot, hitting it with every other smooth glide of his fingers, and Johnny can’t help the string of moans that escapes his mouth.
“God, you sound so good,” Daniel says, and Johnny thrills at how it comes out raspy and breathless, another reminder that Daniel wants him just as bad. “Fucking listen to you, John.”
“Fuck,” he mewls, face so hot he feels like he’s on fire. Daniel adds a third finger and all he can do is lay there and take it, trembling and moaning as his previous discomfort gives way to blinding pleasure.
“So damn hot, I swear,” Daniel pants, leaving a trail of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across his chest. “Can’t believe I get to have you.”
Johnny curses and bucks against Daniel, feeling dangerously close to yelling at him to get the fuck on with it already, when suddenly Daniel pulls back to look at him.
Johnny preens a little at the sight of him, wild-eyed and disheveled and wanton. Daniel slips his fingers out and Johnny can’t help but whine at the emptiness he leaves in his wake.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepares him for what follows.
Daniel crawls between his legs and stares down at him with eyes that Johnny can only describe as hungry. He swallows.
“Fuck, I…I wanna get my mouth on you, John,” and Johnny would mistake his meaning but one of his fingers wanders back down to trace lightly over Johnny’s rim, and fuck, it’s a miracle he doesn’t come right then. Daniel blinks at him through half-lidded eyes. “Can I? Please?”
And Jesus fucking Christ, the way he says it, so full of lust and pure, unbridled desire. Johnny can’t even form a coherent thought.
“Fuck, Daniel, do whatever the fuck you want to me,” he groans. His teenage self would have a fucking field day with this, but he’s too far gone to be embarrassed. He just wants Daniel; Daniel, and anything he wants to give him.
Daniel grins in satisfaction, and Johnny’s pretty preoccupied but he swears the guy actually licks his lips, like the thought of eating Johnny out is the hottest fucking thing in the world. That’s his husband. Jesus. The thought of an entire lifetime of this, of feeling this fucking good, is overwhelming.
But luckily for Johnny, Daniel picks that moment to slide down the length of his body and bury his face between his legs, and Johnny can’t think of anything at all because holy fucking shit, no one told him it was supposed to feel like this.
He’s done this to Daniel before, has made Daniel cry out his name and writhe against his tongue, but he never imagined it felt this good. He feels like his goddamn soul’s about to leave his body.
A stream of obscenities tumbles from his lips, probably incoherent, but it only spurs Daniel on. His tongue dives in deeper and Johnny fucking sobs, actual tears spilling from his eyes as he pushes back against Daniel’s face with an insistence he would normally be ashamed of. But right now, he can’t bring himself to care.
“Daniel,” he manages to gasp out when he starts to feel that coil tightening in his stomach, teetering right on the brink of coming undone. “Shit, Daniel, I—I’m gonna—”
Daniel pulls off with an obscene pop and lays Johnny back against the pillows. His lips are shiny, swollen, and covered in spit. Just the sight of him makes Johnny’s cock ache.
He slides up the length of Johnny’s body and pauses to lean over him. Johnny feels exposed and vulnerable at the look on his face; he looks at Johnny like he’s something precious.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Daniel murmurs, a fond hand cupping his cheek. He wipes away the tears gathered below Johnny’s eyes. “You cry so pretty.”
“Fuck,” Johnny whimpers, burying his face in his neck. This is…it’s too much. It’s overwhelming. He can’t believe Daniel makes him feel this much.
“Hey,” Daniel coaxes, peppering soft kisses all over his face. “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot. But you’re doing so good. Just lay back and let me make you feel good, alright?”
Johnny mewls and nods. Daniel grins.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he soothes. He runs a soft hand over Johnny’s inner thigh. “You ready for it?” He asks, cautious.
Johnny’s eyes widen, and for a second he feels that familiar pang of fear and shame, but he nods. He wants to feel Daniel. He wants to feel him in any way he possibly can.
“Yeah,” he says, voice wet and raspy. Daniel smiles and leans in to kiss him, chaste and sweet.
He pulls away for a minute to slick himself up and presses the tip against Johnny’s hole lightly.
“God, I love you,” he whispers in Johnny’s ear before he pushes in.
Johnny’s eyes fly shut and his breath catches on a huffed-out whine. It’s…
It’s…
Oh God.
Daniel goes slow, one hand reaching down to palm at Johnny’s cock as he slowly sinks in, making Johnny take every inch. He presses a soft kiss to the smooth skin of his shoulder.
“That’s it. Just relax. You’re opening up so good for me.”
Johnny feels like he’s about to shake apart. He shudders in a deep breath and tries to concentrate on the gentle strokes of Daniel’s hand rather than the very real sensation of being split open. It isn’t bad—the pain is there, but it’s bearable. It’s already starting to feel good.
He just feels so full. So complete. Like he and Daniel are no longer separate but forever intertwined and connected. Together. And if that isn’t a perfect metaphor for their relationship, for their marriage, he doesn’t know what the fuck is.
He must make a noise or something, because suddenly Daniel’s hands are all over him, soft and reassuring. “Hey, what is it? Are you okay?”
Johnny can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips despite all the other emotions swirling through him. Daniel’s always looking out for him like that, is always so damn kind and considerate and thoughtful. It’s just in his nature. And despite how much he would’ve denied it in the past, Johnny loves it. He loves feeling like he’s important to someone, like his feelings and safety and well-being are worth protecting.
He never felt like that before Daniel.
His eyes feel wet and he frantically lifts a hand to scrub at them. Daniel’s palm closes around his wrist. Johnny’s eyes flutter open to meet his gaze.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide from me.”
Johnny’s breath hitches on a sob. He can’t stop the tears from flowing now. But he’s realizing that maybe, with Daniel, he doesn’t have to.
Maybe, with Daniel, he can be a little vulnerable sometimes; for better or worse, and everything in between.
Daniel’s brow knits in concern. “John, what—”
“Move,” he chokes out, clinging to him. He arches up into his touch. “Please. I just…I need it. I need you.”
Daniel’s eyes soften. He nods and wraps one arm tight around Johnny’s shoulders as he slowly starts to rock in and out. Johnny sighs and lets himself relax back into the pillows, feeling nothing but Daniel and every bit of pleasure and emotion and love Daniel brings out in him.
It’s not hard, or fast, or frenzied, but it’s okay; it doesn’t need to be.
They’ve got all the time in the world.
Which is good, because Johnny wants to feel this way forever.
Daniel releases inside him, and Johnny’s helpless to do anything but take it, feeling overwhelmed and satisfied as he feels the warmth spread through him like a fire.
He lets out a quiet, breathy noise, not quite a gasp and not quite a sigh, and it should be fucking embarrassing but this is Daniel, and Daniel’s always the exception.
Daniel keeps going, rocking into him hard and deep as he whispers soft nonsense into his ear, just the right words to get Johnny worked up, because he knows exactly what Johnny wants, what he needs, and “yeah, Johnny, that’s it, you’re doing so good, God, you’re so good for me—”
Johnny shudders and suddenly it’s like his brain whites out, like every nerve ending in his body is narrowed in on Daniel and Daniel alone. He comes hard against Daniel’s stomach, shaking and whimpering as Daniel holds him through it like the considerate asshole he is.
He thinks he’s still crying—he doesn’t know. He’s too out of it to care. All he can feel is Daniel; Daniel, and the pleasure he coaxes out of him. It’s indescribable.
When Johnny comes back to Earth, Daniel’s hand is in his hair, idly stroking through soft locks. His other hand comes up to rest on Johnny’s chest, right above his heart.
“Hey,” he says. His eyes are soft. “You okay?”
Johnny reaches up to grasp his hand. Their wedding bands clink together, and he feels a certain type of way; an emotion he can’t place, but one that he’s been feeling an awful lot since Daniel LaRusso agreed to marry him. He hopes he never stops feeling it.
“Yeah,” he says, eyes watering again. God, when did he become such a fucking sap? “It’s just…” he trails off.
Daniel squeezes his hand. “What is it?” He asks softly.
“Nothing.” Johnny shifts closer and breathes in the sweet smell of his hair. He presses a soft kiss to his temple. “It’s just…I never thought I’d get to have this.”
I never thought I’d get to have you, he doesn’t say. But he knows Daniel hears it all the same.
Daniel flashes him his own watery smile. He kisses away the tears on Johnny’s cheeks. “Oh, Johnny.”
“C’mon, don’t get all sappy on me, LaRusso,” he chides. He can practically hear Daniel roll his eyes.
“Right, like I’m the sappy one,” he says, wrapping his arms tight around Johnny. He pillows his head on his chest. “Johnny LaRusso-Lawrence, you big softie.”
Johnny would protest, but he can feel sleep starting to tug at the corners of his mind, his exhaustion surging forward tenfold. And he thought he was tired before? God, Daniel better let him sleep for a week after this honeymoon.
But even if he doesn’t, Johnny doesn’t think he’d mind. Not as long as he’s got Daniel by his side; to have and to hold.