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Drew is just sitting on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram Reels, when Danny plops himself down on his lap, drapes his arms around his neck, and abruptly kisses him hard on the lips. It’s easy to sink into the warmth of his boyfriend’s touch, to forget all about whatever he was watching and part his lips to allow Danny’s tongue to slip through. Natural, even.
When Danny breaks away, he trails wet kisses along Drew’s jawline and down his neck. “Hi,” he coos, his breath brushing hot on Drew’s ear. “Guessing you’re not busy, then?”
“Well, I’m never too busy for you,” Drew says.
“Oh yeah? Not even when you’re filming?” Danny turns his head to gaze up at him. His hair seems to hang a bit messy over his face from this angle, and it’s as soft and fluffy as ever. The look in his eyes is ever so slightly cocky, a dead giveaway of his mischievous intent. “Think I could hang out under your desk sometime, then? I promise I’d only bother you a little… probably. Actually, I take that back, I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t suck you off. If I was down there, I might as well…”
He seems to enjoy the thought of blowing Drew under his desk while he’s filming, because he goes back to kissing and sucking on his neck with even more passion than before. “Jesus, you’re worked up, huh?”
Danny nods into the side of his neck and hums in agreement. “You should fuck me.” He emphasizes his request by grinding his hips down hard on Drew’s crotch, and to his credit, it’s enough to send those first couple of sparks flying down there. “Pretty please, I kinda need it right now…”
His hands slide underneath Drew’s sweatshirt, eagerly searching for bare skin to touch in any way he can get.
“And what do I get out of it?” Drew asks. He’s just teasing, really. If Danny wants sex, then, well. There’s not much else in the world that he’d rather do. But he likes to make him beg for it first, mostly because he’s fucking cute when he’s all desperate and whiny.
“Umm, you can cum in me?” Danny offers. “You should do that, actually.”
“Really?” He raises his eyebrows and ruffles Danny’s hair with one hand, the other sneaking behind his back and under his shirt. It makes him squirm and shift his weight around, and the movement has Drew’s dick twitching in his boxers. “You never ask for me to cum in you. What’s got you all in a mood?”
“I dunno,” he whines, his hips starting to rock softly into the bulge forming in Drew’s pants. “I did my shot earlier and now I’m just a mess for some fuckin’ reason. Just want you in me, please, Drew.”
It’s a difficult offer to turn down, but he doesn’t want to give in so early. Instead, he settles to say nothing at all, but he brings his hands down onto Danny’s hips and holds him firmly in place, while he grinds himself against the heat between his legs. Danny buries his face in the crook of Drew’s neck with a soft noise. His hands frantically drag across Drew’s back, searching for stability, something to hold on to to keep him steady (and of course, that something has to be touching Drew, because otherwise, what’s the point?).
“You sure make it hard to say no sometimes,” Drew says as he eases his grip on his hips a minute or two later.
When Danny lifts his head, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are a bit hazy. “What, ‘cause I’m so pretty?”
“Basically, yeah.”
“Aww, thanks,” he giggles, purposefully teasing. He’s a bastard for how he’s perfected all the things he knows drive Drew crazy and is now using them to his advantage. And he’d be lying if he said it isn’t working. His body is screaming for him to flip Danny around, yank his pants off, and fuck him right here on the couch. And as much as he knows Danny wouldn’t be opposed to that right now, he fights the urge anyway, because he doesn’t want to rush this too much.
But he thinks that maybe he can afford to rush it just a little bit, because his pants are starting to feel really fucking constricting.
“Think you might wanna take me up on that offer to suck me off?” he inquires.
Danny’s on the floor and working on undoing the button on his jeans faster than Drew can really process it, but he’d be crazy to complain when, just thirty seconds after he even says it, Danny’s already settled with the head of his cock between his lips.
Eager is the word that keeps popping into his head. Danny’s so eager to please him, and Drew’s liking it.
Drew entwines his fingers in Danny’s soft, loose curls and eases him down until his cock is halfway in Danny’s mouth. He doesn’t want to go rough on him quite yet. He’s saving that for later. Drew doesn’t want to wreck both his holes, after all. Just one will do fine, and it’s sure as hell not going to be his throat if there’s anything else on the table. It isn’t always— on the days when Danny’s not feeling so comfortable with his body, when dysphoria is fucking with his perception of himself, he prefers to stick to oral only— and Drew is totally fine with that. You’ll never hear him complain, and he never asks for more. But admittedly, he will always get excited when Danny says he wants him to fuck him. It really never gets old.
For now, though, he lets Danny work his magic with his tongue (and god, is he fucking incredible with that thing), and absentmindedly goes back to his phone. He’s not fully paying attention to any of the Reels coming up, but he knows Danny likes when he doesn’t pay attention to him while sucking him off, so he does it anyways, just to indulge him. It’s something about degradation, he thinks. Drew isn’t exactly the kinkiest guy on the block, he doesn’t fully get it. He plays along with it sometimes, though, because how much it turns Danny on is so worth the trek into unfamiliar territory.
Danny happily laps at his cock for a little while, his hands busy stroking him and massaging his balls, until Drew’s finding it hard to focus on anything but how he’s getting close and has no option but to toss his phone aside. He doesn’t have to say anything, or push him away. Danny knows him, knows all his tells, and he knows exactly when to stop to leave him aching and leaking. He’s an expert by now. So he pushes him a little closer, sinks down until he’s deepthroating him, and swallows thickly around the length of his cock. Then, he pulls his head away completely. Drew bites down hard on his lip to keep himself from whining and his eyes fixate on the string of saliva that lingers from the head of his dick to Danny’s plush, shiny pink lips, hanging slack jawed.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Your timing is insane.”
Danny’s tongue pokes out between his teeth as he smiles cheekily. Drew wants to shove him down to the floor and absolutely ruin him, until there’s tears streaming down those rosy cheeks. “Thanks. I try.”
“C’mere,” Drew tells him. He guides Danny up until he’s standing over the couch with his crotch hovering over his face. “Can I suck you off?”
Danny’s eyes go wide as it seems like the breath is knocked right out of him. They’ve only done this a couple of times, but Danny is obsessed with it. He nods quickly. “Good boy,” Drew says, trailing his fingers up and down Danny’s inner thighs, feather-light touches that he can tell Danny is trying not to squirm over. Then he reaches around, firmly grabs his ass, and pulls him closer.
Danny whimpers and rolls his hips forward when Drew drags his tongue along his crotch over his black cargo pants. “Oh my god, please…” he breathes.
He’s cute when he begs like that, Drew thinks. But he also thinks Danny might actually explode if he waits any longer to properly touch him, so he pulls his pants down and lets them fall around his knees.
Drew looks up at him. “Did you trim just for me?”
Danny quickly glances off to the side. “Maybe.”
“Cute,” he comments. There’s so much more he could say right now. His mind is racing with thoughts of how fucking beautiful his boyfriend is, how much he loves him. But instead, he decides to just show him.
The first time he saw Danny naked, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Danny told him he was trans and had “female” anatomy down there. He was awkward about it and clearly deeply uncomfortable, and Drew didn’t rush him into penetrative sex at all, because he knew it wasn’t something Danny wanted very much, and the idea triggered all sorts of bad feelings in him. But Drew had also done some research of his own and learned that the anatomy actually does change when taking hormones, and the person’s clitoris grows into what looks like a little dick. It even gets hard, which he found pretty surprising. It’s strange, the things no one bothers to tell you (but why would they anyway? Drew is as cis of a man as a cis man can be, so why the fuck would that be relevant to him in the first place?).
The first time they had sex was awkward in every sense of the word. They’d already been together for several months, and Danny came out to him months before they got together at all. But it was so, so awkward. Drew was being overly cautious because he didn’t want to say or do anything that would make Danny feel like shit about himself, and Danny read him the wrong way and felt like shit anyway. With how sparingly they had sex after that, it took Drew a while to get the hang of what Danny likes and doesn’t like, but he’s got it pretty much down now. He knows what words to use, how to touch him, lick him, fuck him, to make Danny feel like he’s still the prettiest boy in the world while he gets up close and personal with the most “feminine” parts of him. Drew doesn’t even see it that way, though. What genitals he has doesn’t matter, he loves Danny, not just what’s in his pants.
Danny’s hard already, and Drew licks a stripe up the underside of his dick. His muscles tense and he makes a stifled noise, hands grabbing at Drew’s hair. “So pretty,” he mutters into the man’s hot flesh. “My pretty boy…”
One of the positives of Danny not being a cis man is that Drew has a horrible gag reflex, but he can take him all the way in his mouth without any issues. So he does exactly that, and flicks his tongue back and forth over the tip. Danny’s hips rock in a rhythm matching the pace of his tongue and he throws his head back. From what Drew can see at this angle, it’s a heavenly sight.
His hand creeps up Danny’s thigh and the tip of a finger brushes up against his slick heat— and fuck, his cock twitches just feeling how wet he is.
He pulls his mouth away and meets Danny’s eyes. “Can I?” he asks. He knows the answer will probably be yes, but he always wants to make sure he doesn’t get hit with a sudden wave of dysphoria that’s going to make penetration feel shitty and wrong.
“I came in here practically begging you to fuck me,” Danny replies, breathy and desperate and increasingly impatient. “What do you think?”
“Hey man, I’m just checking.” Then he sucks gently on Danny’s dick and slides one finger into him. He’s met with no resistance whatsoever, so he adds a second right after and expertly finds that tender spot that makes Danny’s knees buckle and a loud moan fall from his lips when he suddenly hits it just right.
He wants Danny to cum like this, he decides, so he adds another finger after a minute or two, and starts to slip into a rhythm of fucking him and curling his fingers inward to abuse his G spot. He matches the pace with his mouth, sucking and licking his cock, and he doesn’t hold back by any means. With his free hand, he gropes and squeezes at Danny’s soft ass however he pleases. He’s savoring every second of this, and Danny’s losing more of his composure by the second, moaning and bucking his hips into Drew’s fingers and a slew of curses spilling off his tongue, “Oh god, Drew, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, fuck, Drew…”
It’s not long before Danny’s cumming, whimpering Drew’s name and clenching hard around his fingers. It lasts a solid twenty seconds before he starts to relax, but it’s not long before he realizes Drew’s not slowing down. The whining grows even louder, more overstimulated than desperate now, but he takes it all in stride. “Such a good boy,” Drew mouths into the heat of his flesh, sucking and nipping on the skin just above his cock.
He stops abruptly just as Danny’s starting to approach the edge again and pulls his fingers out of him. Danny babbles and sputters, struggling to find the words, but he’s probably begging him to keep going. Drew’s pretty sure he hears a please or two sprinkled in there.
Drew takes him by his hips and carefully guides him down onto his cock. It’s almost cute the way Danny quiets down the deeper Drew pushes inside him, and he buries his face in the crook of his neck. “Use me, please…” he says softly. “Fuck me hard.”
Drew chuckles. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he replies, but he doesn’t move for another couple of seconds, just basking in the moment. Drew can feel the beat of his heart in how Danny’s walls clench tightly around him. And fuck, Danny’s just about the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen like this— a crumpled up mess in his lap, his body hot and heavy and the back of his shirt damp with sweat. His hair is messier than ever, and his breaths are unsteady, seeping straight into his skin. He could spend the rest of his life like this. Damn all the stupid responsibilities of the real world for not allowing him to spend his days hearing and feeling Danny’s shaky breaths on his neck.
So, because he doesn’t have all the time in the world, he slowly thrusts into him. Danny’s grip on the back of his neck tightens, clutching his shirt tight in his fists. He finds a nice pace that’s not too much for either of them right off the bat, but feels pleasurable, like it’s slowly building towards the inevitable, and Danny seems satisfied with it too.
Until he’s not, that is, and he grabs Drew tighter and forces himself all the way down on him, riding him hard and fast and moaning into his shoulder. Drew lets him take control, because, fuck, it feels insanely good, how is he going to pretend like it doesn’t? Then Danny’s groaning that he’s close, and Drew thrusts back into him as he tips over the edge again with a muffled sob into his sweatshirt.
Drew pulls him off as he crashes down from the high of his orgasm. He lays him down on his back on the couch with his legs spread and positions himself between them. “Can I still cum inside?” he asks softly, kissing his jaw.
Danny nods, panting hard. “Please, fucking hell, Drew…”
He enters him again and bottoms out, before pulling out most of the way, then thrusting back in. The weight of his body pins Danny down as he fucks him hard, his mouth busy leaving dark hickies across his shoulders and chest. Everything around him disappears as all he can sense is Dannydannydanny. Danny’s moans and pleas of his name, Danny’s skin against his lips, Danny’s cunt warm and tight around his cock. Danny is everything he needs right now, and it’s like this is the way the universe was always meant to be.
He’s talking and he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, or if Danny can understand any of it, but he doesn’t give a shit because he’s almost there and he needs this so bad, holy shit. Drew almost blacks out when he hears Danny say through ragged breaths, “Drew… fucking… need your cum…” and he’s cumming so hard he sees stars.
He collapses on top of Danny’s chest when it’s over and lays there for a long time, until he comes back to his senses. “Holy fucking shit, dude,” he laughs.
“That seemed intense,” Danny says, his eyebrows raised and grinning down at him.
“Uh huh.”
“Good. Now get the fuck off me so I can get off. I’m horny.”
Drew does, and since the couch isn’t wide enough to fit them both side by side, he sits between Danny’s legs and watches him stroke himself for several minutes, with Drew’s cum dripping out of him (if he hadn’t just had one of the most intense orgasms of his life, he’d probably be getting hard again just looking at it), until he cums for the third time. After a time, he wiggles back into his pants and meets Drew’s gaze. “You like watching me, you fuckin’ creep?”
Drew just shrugs. Guilty as charged. “I mean, I did just cum in you, so I think I’m allowed.”
“Ok, pervert,” Danny teases. Then he stands up on wobbly legs and says, “Are you gonna come take a shower with me or what?”