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During the heart of lockdown, you and Danny found yourselves trapped at Danny's second home north from home. While, it might sound awful to be in with Danny's weirdness covering roof to floor of the estate, you thought about how much worse it could've been if your business trip had lasted a week longer. Not that you hated being at his second house, but rather you felt like the place could've used some of your own personal design and taste. Nevertheless, you sighed heavily as you draped yourself over the couch. The sound of the grandfather clock ticking fills the empty void in the living room as you stare inattentively at the TV. Danny's various dolls and creatures also stared at the TV with you. You didn't find them creepy-- actually, you found Danny pretty creepy with his unusual obsession, but at the same time it's what drew you to him. You found your mind drifting to Danny, his soft eyes, his endearing smile, his beautiful tattoos that he finally began doing again, and his rumbly voice that never failed to entice you. You sat up from the couch and began to wonder where he was. Even though isolation kept the two of you together, there were times where you were still separated.
Danny made a promise at the end of last year that he would not work on any film scores at the start of 2020 mainly to focus on his concerts and side projects. But as soon as Danny prepared his set list for Coachella, his manager told him it got canceled due to the pandemic. Now with absolutely nothing to do, Danny remains restless and bored out of his skull. So bored, in fact, he began picking up doing his own songs. He even had you record him playing his re-rendition of Running On A Treadmill– a song back in his Oingo Boingo days. While you were happy that he started doing songs again, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. His frustrations were clearly showing in his various acts of desperation to pass the time.
You wondered where Danny would be. It wasn't hard to find him, for he would be in his studio recording and composing pieces of music, but as months pass, you would find him in the weirdest of places. The last time you found him, he was inside the chicken mansion (as he dubbed), filming a short documentary about the mystery of cannibalistic chickens. You found yourself chuckling watching him playfully interrogate the clueless hens, badgering them with his phone. "I know one of you gals did it," he swerves around, sneering at Gaston, a fan favorite amongst his fans on social media. "Gaston? You're acting quite suspicious..." Yuki, his Australian shepherd, barks from behind the wired fence separating her from the hens. "I agree, Yuki, she's acting quite odd." Danny slowly gets down on his knees and slowly wobbles his way to Gaston with a devious grin plastered on his wrinkly pale face. The sunlight casted beams down on his faded red curls, causing them to glow a soft light yellow. You always adored his curls, even though he suddenly began growing his hair out, you still loved them either way. Danny cornered Gaston between one of the hen houses and feeding area and turned the camera to his face. "She's trapped, you got nowhere to run, now do you, missy?" He flipped his phone to Gaston who clucked nervously, ruffling her feathers to scare the rectangular device away from her. Yuki's barks came from the other side, as if mocking Gaston. A chuckle came out from the old man. "Did you do it? Did you eat those eggs? Hm?" Danny demanded. His tone throughout the whole "interrogation" was playful and unserious. He seemed content like this, and who were you to rain on his parade if it made him happy?
Making your way down the stairs, you thought the first place to look for him would be in the chicken coup. Yuki greeted you at the end with her tail wagging happily. You smiled and gave her head a few pats. “Hi, Yuki,” you said with a baby voice. Yuki replied with a playful bark and licked your palm. “Oh, I wish I could stay and smother you with all my love, but I have to find Danny.” Feigning sadness, you pried yourself away from Yuki, softly giggling to yourself as you saw Yuki stand in confusion at the corner of your eye. You walked down the hallway behind the staircase that led to the backyard where the chicken coup is. Walking down the cobblestone path that led there, you realized the lack of Danny’s voice was nowhere to be heard. Was he not here? Once you reached the entrance to the chicken coup, Danny was absent. Only the chickens clucked and cooed. “Danny?” You called out, waiting for a response, but after a few minutes of silence, you came to the conclusion that Danny must be inside.
Once you enter inside the house, you hear a frustrated groan come from Danny’s makeshift studio. “Danny?” You knock at the doorframe. Danny was sitting on his chair staring intensely at the computer screen while fiddling with the cord to his microphone. He whipped his head to face at the sound of your voice, his intense expression quickly softening to a warm smile. “Hi,” he greeted, sliding on his rectangular orange frames. “I was looking for you, you know.” You smiled back as you stepped into the room, crossing your arms. Danny simply chuckled at your poor attempt to hide your annoyance. “Sorry, I should hang up a neon sign that points to where I am.” “Maybe you should,” you said, playing along with his silly games. Your eyes drifted to the computer screen, noticing the music software he uses was open, you decided to ask about it.
“Ah, that,” Danny turned around and enlarged the window, skimming through the various audio files. “Remember that fifteen-ish track I made last year?” You nodded, “And how I turned it into an actual song?” “Yeah?” You knew where he was going with this, it was painfully obvious over the past few months, but you’d rather him admit it. Sneaking a few glances at you, Danny slowly (and nervously?) turned his chair around to you, twiddling with his thumbs and massaging his palms as he always did when nervous. So cute. “I had fun making it and I somehow– no, not somehow, I found myself wanting more of that. Fuck,” It was cute seeing Danny fumble over his words, yet at the same time it broke your heart a little knowing he felt almost embarrassed about his sudden revival in making songs. His eyes searched yours as if looking for a reaction. Poor Danny. You stepped forward and held his nervous and cold hands together. “Danny, that’s wonderful,” you reassured with genuine happiness, “I’m so glad you enjoy it.” You saw the anxiety wash away from his face, smiling in return. Letting go of his hands, Danny wanted to showcase some of what he has been working on. “I think I wrote eight songs? I’m still thinking about whether I want to write more or not, but I’m not too sure.” Danny said as he clicked around the screen, opening and closing windows. You watched him in silence, nodding along. “I only got to record five…let’s see…” Resting his chin on his hand, Danny pulled up the rough mockup on his second monitor. “Just a heads up: it’s heavy.” Once Danny pressed the spacebar, loud guitar strings ripped through the speakers. You decided to pull up a nearby chair to properly listen along.
Hearing Danny’s vocals permeate through the guitar made your body shiver in happiness, while they weren’t Danny’s best, you could feel the emotion poured into it. Holy fuck, he wasn’t kidding when he said it was heavy! You thought to yourself. Even though it was only guitar and drums, you can really feel what Danny was warning you about. It was so vulnerable! Glancing over at Danny, he was looking at you with a worried look in his eyes, rubbing his palms with his thumbs like if they were a worry stone. You were going to have to go buy him one of those eventually. Once the song was over, Danny cleared his throat. “It’s very–” “Holy shit, this is so good!?” You were absolutely stunned! Gushing over everything you liked about it flattered Danny. He became shy and simply smiled at your compliments. “Thank you,” he chuckled, feeling much more relaxed. “Ah shit, I forgot to tell you the name of the track.” You couldn’t help but giggle as Danny desperately clicked around the screen. “It’s called Happy,” he read, squinting his eyes close to the monitor. “This album I’m working on… it’s coming from a place where I…I don’t think I have ever felt before. You understand what I’m talking about.”
You remembered how hard lockdown has been for both of you, especially Danny. You never spoke much about it, only a few times it was really mentioned, but both of you could tell how emotionally and mentally hard it has been. “This entire album is a bunch of shit together,” Danny continued, using his hands to demonstrate his words. “It’s like a…a big mess of everything. I dunno, it feels extremely different and unfamiliar. It’s not hard for me to record these, but it feels…” his voice trails off, unsure how to word his thoughts and feelings to you. But he didn’t have to, you understood what he meant. “It’s like an exposed part of yourself and of your own feelings in comparison to your Boingo songs?” “Yeah, yes!” You smiled. “I never felt this frustrated with anything in my life, and these songs are my outlet to release this pent up shit.” You could hear Danny sound frustrated as he continued to speak, the pent up stress was clear and audible. Lifting a leg over your knee, you listened to Danny rant. He needed this. You needed this. “I’m so fuckin’ tired of what’s been happening recently. We just started the new decade! What else is going to happen? Am I gonna die next month or something? It seems like all odds are possible.” You playfully scold Danny’s morbid comment, placing your hand on his. “Sorry,” he tucked his hair behind his ear, giving your hand a light squeeze. Turning his head to the computer then at the microphone, he sighed.
“Making these songs has been the only way I’ve been able to somewhat hold myself together.” You hummed in response, unsure what to really respond with. Nevertheless, the room fell silent aside from the low buzzing coming from the PCs. Your eyes naturally found themselves staring at the computer screen, you had no idea what or how he works on this music program, but you admired him for it. It was his way of working. You noticed on the monitor closest to you there were several windows open, each containing files of various songs Danny mentioned he had recorded. Danny had dragged Happy over to where Sorry was minimized, but the one that caught your eye was a file called “Love In The Time Of Covid”. “What’s that one? I don’t think I know this one.” You pointed at the screen and Danny’s eyes looked over. He took off his glasses and a low chuckle rumbled out. “Oh, that one.” “What? What about it?” Hovering his cursor over the window, he dragged it to his main monitor. “I have no idea what the fuck this was. I’ll be real, I forgot I even recorded it.” Glancing over at Danny, it sounded like he was lying? What for? The song began, it was something you never expected him to write! You were starting to see why he would lie about it. You felt your face grow warm at certain parts of the song, even though it was in its early stages, the song proved effective in capturing the human need of someone else. The lyrics repeated in your head, especially the post-chorus. Without your clothes, without your skin… You hadn’t even realized the song was over until you felt Danny staring at you with those soft and dark hazel eyes. He was waiting for a response. “This is honestly so different, but I think it’s sick.” The old man crossed his arms and did that signature smile. It never fails to make you smile. “I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. I think I wanted to write about how people yearn for real human connection that isn’t through the cameras and whatever. I wrote it from the perspective of a barely-now adult having to enter the world like this. Hormones all over the fuckin’ place.” You hummed back a reply, you had a feeling he wasn’t telling you the full truth behind the song, but you didn’t want to pry anymore than you did.
As if suspecting your suspicion, Danny fixed his posture as he spoke. “The guitars are going to be replaced with something more electric to hone in what I just said.” He thinks you didn’t like it as much. “No, I see what you’re going with, you don’t have to explain yourself. I think if anything, adding something like a synth breakdown somewhere in the song would be nice.” You decided to play along for now, you’ll come back around and ask, it was much more interesting listening to his process anyways. He nodded, taking a mental note before crossing his arms again. “Yeah, I was thinking of doing something with synths; the violins would be great.” Your eyes found them staring at Danny’s arms, his hands were doing the same thing again, he was kneading the biceps with his thumbs. “God, if we had the violinists here I could already finish this song and start working on the rest…” Danny mumbled off, mainly talking to himself as he worried about getting the songs done. “Agh–” Suddenly, Danny groaned in pain, his palm pressed against his forehead, soothing the skin. “You okay?” You promptly sat up from your seat. Concern washed away any prying questions you had. “I’m fine, it’s this stupid headache ‘s all.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple to ease out the pain. “It’s been recurring all month,” “And you haven’t told me?” Your voice slightly increased with worry, how hadn’t he said anything? Standing behind Danny, you put your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. Your eyes widened feeling how tense they felt. “Danny, you’re stressing the hell out.” A soft giggle came out of him, slightly shaking his head as if he thought it was unreal. “I’m being serious,” With a gentle squeeze on his shoulders, his head flew up to meet your concerned gaze. “Sorry,” he said with that apologetic soft tone that made your heart flutter. Your hand brushed his curls away from his face before cupping his cheek. This man drove you wild. With a smile, you motioned him to look down.
“You need to take a break,” you began, letting your fingers slowly dig into the sore and aching muscles in Danny’s shoulders. He let out a moan of approval, you weren’t sure if he was actually agreeing with what you said or if he was simply enjoying the massage. Either way, you were relieved he took a break– even though it was short. His neck rolled left and right, letting his hands lay dormant on the armrests of his chair as your fingers expertly worked out every knot in his shoulders. His soft grunts and moans of approval guided you in your task to relax him, it allowed you to know when to move to a different spot, or to switch up the technique and use your palms to really knead the large knots. Danny seemed very appreciative of the kind gesture, while no words were exchanged, the silence and feeling was mutual to both of you. Both basked in each other's presence, washing your worries away in the moment.
Your hands delicately traced the lines where his tattoo trailed on his back, mapping them out with your fingertips. You felt the faint hairs light up in your wake and a soft groan emmit from Danny. Once you finish massaging his back, your hands delve in his delicate thin curls, your nails scraping just right on his scalp. “Mmm, the full care package?” You chuckled in response, “Why not? You need it.” You could almost feel Danny smile as your fingers moved in geometrical patterns, making sure to change it up every so often. He hummed lowly, his mind melting whatever troubles weighed him. For in that moment, he was finally able to relax his mind after months of restlessness and stress, the feeling of abruptness in his planned schedule no longer bothered him. It’ll come back to peeve him later though, Danny would think to himself, but he would fight tooth and nail for this moment of peace to last as long as it could. And so would you, it saddens you to see him like this. God, you prayed for things to go back to how it used to be…
Alas, that day was far, far, far away, you two were stuck for the foreseeable future. Hopefully a light will appear at the end of the dark tunnel.
What seemed like hours, you broke out of your trance, slowing down your hypnotic-like motions, allowing your fingers to comb through Danny’s faded red hair. Over time his hair faded to what was once a bright and vibrant red to a soft, somewhat greying yellow-orange. You recall a light conversation where Danny brought up dying his hair sometime in the future. Maybe that future will come soon? “Hehehe, wow, I almost dozed off for a second.” Danny’s low rumbling gave you tingles in the best way possible, a voice so soothing it could put you to sleep. “Me too,” you grinned. You extend your neck over Danny’s to meet his eyes. They were so kind and soft, so deep and rich, a beautiful contrast to his hair. You never understood why he disliked them, and it will forever sadden you that he won’t understand what you see. “Hi,” you softly say. “Hi,” he echoed back with the same warm tone. Your hands rested on his shoulders, his hand meeting yours as he thanked you with a soft kiss.
“What was that for?” You asked with a smile. That same chuckle again… “Thanks? What else?” While that question was meant to be simple, your mind teased the idea of something else. You gave his shoulders a light tap before you fixed your posture, giving Danny a moment to stretch. He flexed his muscles, his shirt slightly lifting revealing his pale tattooed skin that you so adored. You didn’t know you had been staring. “What?” You blinked your eyes a few times before glancing up at Danny, who donned a sly expression on his face. The wrinkles creased on his face, and so did yours as you both laughed at your accidental staring. “Okay, but I do want to give you the full care package.” Grabbing Danny’s hand, you rubbed his skin with your thumb just how he does, soothing the textured skin with the soft pad of your thumb. His eyes drifted down to your hand, almost like he was debating whether to give in or not. Shaking your head, you held his hands out with yours as he turned his chair to completely face you. “Danny, please, you need this.” It took a moment for him to respond, staring into your eyes, searching for something you quite couldn’t tell. “I…” he began, unsure exactly what to say or how to word it. “It’s been quite some time since we’ve done it, hasn’t it?” A chuckle leaves his mouth, you reciprocate. He wasn’t wrong though, it had been a few years since the two of you did anything intimate, and it wasn’t because of age– in fact, age had nothing to do with it at all! Danny and you still had the same energy, but the real reason was work and time. Danny was a busy man and you knew that, but there were days like these where you feel like he could give in just for a little while. Sex wasn’t the problem though, it never was. You wished he had more time to spend with you.
Seeing the slight sadness in your eyes, Danny tilted his head and tapped a soft rhythm on his desk, giving you a soft “Okay”. The smile turned bashful as your face lit up. You slowly sank down to your knees in front of him, his eyes followed you. Through those soft eyes you saw a hint of mischief sparkle right as you rested your palms on his knees. The smile on your lips only widened as you mapped out his thighs with your fingertips, trailing up to the helm of his jeans down to the cuffs. You caught a glimpse of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, his hands now placed on top of the armrests. His face alone made you smile, those thin eyebrows furrowed as you teased him, as if begging you to quit playing around. Confirming your thoughts, he cleared his throat. “I thought you said you wanted to help me?” Your hands laid flat on his thighs as you shrugged. You couldn’t hide the sly smile plastered on your face, and Danny caught on with that, slouching down in his chair to show he wanted it. “I am,” you retorted, watching his legs slide down to the point where your fingertips were just barely making contact with the fly of his faded jeans. “I just want to see if you are actually down for it.” “If I wasn’t in the mood why am I slouching down with my legs fuckin’ open like this?” A chuckle escaped your lips. He wasn’t wrong, but you loved seeing his desperation leak out. “Well I can’t give you the full care package if my subject is still dressed?” Without any hesitation, Danny unzipped his fly, lifting his hips and shoving his jeans down. The pants pooled around his ankles in front of you. Danny sat back down in his chair, nodding as to signal you to continue. You felt the urge to tease him, but you figured today wouldn’t be that day, you wanted to take care of him, not torture him. Maybe some other day.
Your eyes flew down to his black boxers, ones that you bought him recently. How sweet you thought as your fingers gently ghosted around the now hardening form underneath the fabric. Danny shuddered underneath the touch, while it was barely anything, Danny felt surprisingly sensitive from it. Maybe it was due to the lack of sex? Stress? Whatever it was, Danny’s skin was buzzing with excitement and nerves. Your hands mapped his thighs, softly kneading the skin with your fingertips. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but you did say you’d give him the full care package, and this was included. Danny couldn’t care less, just watching you touch him was enough to get him hard. Seeing the tent form in his boxers now solidify in shape, your eyes darted up to meet Danny’s, silently asking if he was ready for what was next. He looked back with the most needy look you have ever seen in his eyes before giving you a quick nod. Wasting no time, you unsheathed his cock from the confines of his briefs. The cool air made contact with his cock, causing the poor man to shudder like a leaf. Poor baby. Goosebumps covered Danny’s arms as your palm grazed his length, the silver hair on his arms rising almost how he did.
“God…” he breathed. You simply returned a sweet smile, a dark contrast to what you were doing to him. His eyes were intently watching your movements, how you began to stroke him lightly, but even that made him squirm in his seat. The way he sounded too… God you missed this. His soft breathy curses and his quiet gasps made your skin tingle down to your core, the way he subtly arch his hips, silently begging for more because he was too shy to ask… Past memories were starting to flood back, picturing every moment the two of you would have fun, you couldn’t help the smile that was forming on your face. Danny chuckled shyly, “Sorry,” he apologized. He thought you were laughing at him. You shake your head. “I wasn’t laughing at you, Danny.” But Danny didn’t hear, he was entranced by the way you stroked him just right, erupting a moan right out of him. You hadn’t noticed the way he was practically clawing the armrests, his body stiffening all from a simple hand-job. You decided you amplify things a bit more, speeding your hand just a bit more that rewarded you with a “Oh, God–” and a buck of his hips. You rubbed the tip with your thumb just how he liked it, he cringed, sinking further in his chair. Danny was melting too quickly for you to handle. “Oh, baby, you’re too good.” He threw his head back, unsure what to do with his hands as he watched you through hooded eyes. After a few minutes of warming him up, you brought your face close to his pelvis, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake. You heard him swallow harshly like he had just ran a marathon, how cute. Your lips traced his tattoos, the ones that not many knew about like the mermaid and bones that led down to his cock.
“Beautiful,” you whispered, your breath fanning the faint hairs on his pelvis. Fingertips combed through his happy trail, while they were faint, they were still there in all its glory. Danny was a beast with the amount of hair that covered his entire body, but you loved it nonetheless. You knew you were teasing him and so did he, impatiently bucking his hips to garner your attention back to where he needed you most. Your eyes scrunched up as you grinned up at Danny. “Can I not admire your body?” He simply scoffed a chuckle in response. You decided you had your fill, he really needed this. Kissing the tip of the head, your tongue darted out to test the waters. Eyes were on him this time, you needed to see his reaction as you kitten licked his cock. Boy did he not disappoint. His hand flew to his face, unsure if he wanted to pull his skin off or hide himself. “Khh–!” He sucked the air through his teeth as you continued your ministrations, alternating from kitten licks to full on licks. This poor man, you thought, was going through so much over something so little. You took pity on the old man and caved in. It began with the tip slowly being inhaled by your mouth. While you never really gave him head, Danny would always praise the way you were able to pleasure him like that. Danny himself wasn’t big; an average four and a half inches was the length. Not that you cared about his size, he was good at what he can do and he made you feel loved in the process.
“Baby, you…oh!” Before he could babble out his sentence, you lowered your head down, engulfing his cock halfway. Danny was a trembling mess, his hand now back on the armrest, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white. You let out an accidental giggle, the vibrations caused Danny to let out a low moan. “Dhh–! You’re killing me, oh, fuck.” His hips stuttered, threatening to buck up if you kept doing this to him. In return, you gave him an innocent roll of your eyes before slowly bobbing your head. Another moan was heard, this time muffled. You darted your eyes up and saw Danny practically gnawing on the purlicue, his face scrunched up so perfectly the veins on his forehead bulged out. Turning your attention to the task at hand, you resumed, starting off at a slow pace, allowing the base of his shaft to drag down your tongue and up the roof of your mouth. Danny liked it. He liked it a lot. Dragging your tongue under the base and over the tip, you drank in the quiet moans and whimpers he was slipping out. You couldn’t make out his face due to his hand, but those eyes… those eyes stared lovingly into yours. They were silently begging for more and you delivered. Sliding your mouth off his twitching cock, you sucked down on the tip aggressively, earning a prominent moan from him. You felt his hips slowly bucking on its own accord, wanting more from you, craving the desperate pleasure he’s been wanting for months. It surprised you. Nonetheless, you moved quickly, easing your head down his shaft, nose almost making contact with his pelvis. With a quick look from your eyes to his, he looked back with raw desperation. That alone gave you the green to fully take him in your mouth. He was perfect. The way his cock perfectly fitted inside your mouth with no problems made the heat pool in your abdomen. “OH! Fuck! You are going to kill me, oh my God!” cried Danny. He couldn’t hold himself back, his hands went down to scrunch your hair tightly, fingernails scraping your scalp lightly. He choked out a cry once you started moving your tongue over the sensitive spots, spots you knew that drove him wild. He was moaning out incoherently, the veins in his forehead much more prominent this time. Danny wanted nothing more but to buck his hips, he was so, so close to just dying he needed to do something, but he knew better, you were here to help him.
Danny's babbling intensified, signaling his impending release. You didn't waste any time, but you also didn't want to rush. Prolonging his pleasure gnawed at the back of your head, but hearing how he sounded persuaded you to act otherwise. “Baby, I… I'm so fucking–!” With a sharp inhale, Danny spasmed, no longer in control of his hips as he whorishly bucked up chasing that well needed release. “Mmf!” You let out a muffled gasp at the sudden moment, stabilizing yourself down his hips. Everything was happening so fast, only the sounds of Danny's heavy panting and moans, and the snowy vision was all your senses could focus on. The sounds of his pelvis gently slapping up your chin and the obscene wet sounds of what was going on was stimulating. Before you knew it, you felt something warm spread in your mouth. Pulling your mouth away, you looked up and saw the disheveled mess of your husband. Danny was a total wreak! Strands of his hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead, the black V-neck tee he wore was damp in his sweat. You could see part of his Moochie tattoo peeking out of his collar.
“God…” breathed Danny, trying to catch his breath. His body rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. This man was deprived of oxygen. “I didn't know you were going to do that.” You said as you wiped the corner of your lip, rising up from your knees. Danny's eyes followed your movements as you stood behind him again, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. With a low moan, he chuckled, “I was stunned, ‘s all! I couldn't…” his voice simply trailed off once you kneaded out a harsh knot. “Fuck, it's right where you're at.” “It seems my full care package didn't seem to work…” Danny chuckled, closing his eyes. “Don't under credit yourself. I feel great.” Your movements stilled, you felt like you could do more. Sensing your disappointment, Danny's head craned to meet your eyes. “Although…I am still…” he gestures down to his crotch, noting the somehow hardening cock. “Danny!” You gasped, suppressing a laugh. He giggled in response. Raising a hand, his calloused fingers brushed your cheek in an adoring way. He was always so soft with you, a gentle monster you fell in love with. Taking his hand with yours, you kissed his large forehead, allowing your lips to linger for a moment.
“So do you want to take things further?” You had to ask! You weren't sure if things should end like this or continue. Either way, you were content doing whichever he decides. Danny took a moment, going over his choices and weighing the pros and cons (to be honest, he did this with everything and it low-key annoyed you, but you let him be.) In the end, he slowly, but surely nodded. “Bedroom,” you said, grabbing Danny's hand and leading him up the stairs as he awkwardly lifted his boxers up. The two of you shared giggles as you walked through the threshold. It felt exhilarating and new, like something old sparked inside of you both. Welcoming the new feeling didn't take much time, you both got accustomed quickly. Propping yourself down on the bed, you extended a finger out, coaxing the curious Danny to come over. Without wasting a second, he practically teleported straight on the bed, eyes searching yours in what was to come. “Danny, how would you like if…” your voice trailed off as your fingers danced across shoulder to shoulder, letting the sensation linger for a moment. “If…?” You could hear the slight impatience in his voice even though he was trying his best not to sound like he wanted things to truck along. “If I did this.” Quickly and smoothly, you switched positions, allowing Danny to sit back against the antique headboard that was gifted to Danny at an auction, its origins dating back to the 1800s. Danny lifted a brow, curious on what exactly you were planning. Without a word, you lifted Danny's black shirt just barely an inch above his torso, your fingers ghosted across his skin. Poor Danny was so starved, even the slightest touch made him groan. He lifted his arms allowing you to remove the article of clothing.
You were met with his beautiful array of tattoos that covered his torso. The black ink created a lovely contrast against his skin that went unnoticed and spoke volumes to his inspirations and admirations in life. Tracing your hand over his chest, you ran your fingers through the light hairs that coated his chest and down. Danny's build was crazy, he was in good shape despite his age and he maintained that even during lockdown. It was something Danny insisted and who were you to stop? After a moment, you felt hands run down your sides, it was him silently asking if he could see you as well. With a soft smile, you removed your shirt as well, exposing your skin to his. The pure adoration in his eyes could never be mistaken for anything else. His large hands ran through your skin, making sure he touched every single part of you in fear he would forget how you'd felt. He was starving for your warmth– your touch. “You're beautiful,” he muttered quietly almost to himself if you hadn't been paying attention. Sweet nothing's like that make your heart flutter and your face burn a deep crimson.
Deciding to move things along, you remove your pants and underwear, now only leaving Danny in his boxers.
“Can I?”
A firm nod was all you needed. His hands seemed to find its way to your ribcage, rubbing lazy geometric patterns on your skin, creeping up to your chest then back down again. Slight punishment for what you did earlier? You hovered yourself near his lap, first removing that last barrier before you fixed yourself. You swore you heard the faintest of a moan escape Danny's lips… Holding the base of his cock, you rubbed the head against your hole, slathering it up with the mixture of each other's wetness. You both moan in unison at the sheer contact. Large hands captured your frame, timidly holding your waist as he guided your movements. Despite how rough his fingertips felt and his muscular frame, he was super gentle with you. Looking down, you were met with Danny’s glistening tip, the slick sounds from rubbing much louder now. Blood rushed to your cheeks, it was arousing to say the least.
Lifting your weight, you hovered yourself over his cock, waiting for Danny to give you the green to continue. Looking up, Danny’s eyes were fixated with the sight of you over him like this, he was dazed with his mouth slightly agape like he wanted to say something. His grip around your waist twitched and his breath faltered. You clear your throat and his eyes snapped up, blinking excessively. “Are you good?” Danny’s pale face flushed red, he didn’t realize he’d been staring. With a soft “yes”, you held Danny’s cock straight as you began to lower yourself down.
“Baby,” moaned Danny as the tip slid inside you. A low moan left your lips at the intrusion. Regret starts pouring in, you should’ve prepped. As if reading your mind, Danny spoke. “Why didn’t you prep?” He sounded worried, his hands were beginning to lift you off but you placed your hands on his chest. “I’m fine, we’ll take it slow.” You leaned forward and cupped his face and kissed his lips, a warm smile spread across your lips as you leaned back. He trusted you, he really did, but he didn’t want you getting hurt just to please him. But you were adamant, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, and with that in mind, you continued to lower yourself at an agonizingly slow pace. A shudder fell from each other’s lips as the feeling subsided, the warmth spreading throughout Danny and you. Again, he wasn’t big, but the process took longer to complete to ensure your comfort. Danny’s hands were at your sides, providing a net as he guided your movement.
Sunlight peered through the curtains, casting a soft light across Danny’s torso, bleeding into your thighs. The light brought the red out of Danny’s body hair, something you adored. You hadn’t noticed you were staring again as Danny’s voice broke through your thoughts.
“...you okay?”
You blinked a few times, realizing Danny had stopped you, his eyes filled with genuine concern. You were staring again. You thought to yourself– or rather, you thought you had said in your mind. A sly smile formed on Danny’s face, his hands now caressing than cautious. A red tint bloomed on your cheeks as his thumbs rubbed mindless circles on your skin. You were more than okay. Planting a small kiss on his thin lips, you nod, signaling him to let you move. Feeling his thighs hit your bottom, you sat completely on him. The two of you exchanged a shuddered moan at the weight of each other.
“Fuck,” groaned Danny, his large hands kneading the folds of your skin as you adjusted your position. He could never get his hands off you, he always needed something to anchor himself like if he feared he was going to be blown away from you. Once settled, you begin to rock your hips slowly, allowing Danny’s cock to slide in and out of you. The tantalizing friction was immaculate, drawing moans from Danny as you grunted quietly. Your hands squeezed his chest, fondling his nipples, using them as your anchor as you rode Danny. That made him moan louder. You saw the way his eyes rolled back as you moved just right, as you pinched his nipples just the way he liked it. Fuck, he was beautiful.
Feeling Danny’s cock twitch inside you was a signal to change things up a bit. Switching from rolling and rocking your hips, you raised yourself halfway up his length before sliding back down. “Y/N,” Danny gasped, his back arching up. “Danny, you’ve been so busy,” Up. “so pent up,” Down. “and, fuck, it kills me to see you frustrated like this.” Up. Danny could only respond with cut off moans and groans. Each bounce allowed his hips to move in rhythm, pushing up as you sank down. This sudden movement faltered your voice, your movements stuttering as his cock brushed past a bundle of nerves. Liking how it felt, you adjusted yourself to align him to that spot, and with newfound rigor, you resumed with a fast pace, slamming down on the man.
“D’oh!” The crack in Danny’s voice made you smile. Hands explored your body, the calloused pads digging into your skin as each bounce of your hips shook his body. “Fuck-!” he swore under his breath. “Baby, please, I can’t.” You took that as a sign to slow down, allowing room for him to drink in deep penetration with each drag of your walls closing around his length. He sighed as thanks. Even though the pacing was slow, you made up with how deep you were going, taking him from the tip down to the base, your ass hitting his soft pale thighs. Danny’s hands were still on you, but they weren’t digging into your skin like before. Instead, they were gentle, soothing, massaging the rolls of your skin as you rode him. His breaths fell like a helpless prayer and you responded to him as an angel. Somehow, in the midst of the pleasure, you felt a jolt. Looking down you saw Danny stroking your sex. A low moan left your throat at the sight alone, hips bucking up to meet his hand.
The two of you were growing close, moans spilling out like a running faucet as you tried to keep yourself from folding over like a pretzel. Thank god for Danny’s large hands, spreading around your waist to keep you up.
You managed to breathe out a warning, not even sure if Danny had heard you or not. But a tight clench around him managed to do the trick. “FUCK!” Danny choked, his back lifting up. Sweat glistened his body, highlighting the black ink. God, he looked fucking gorgeous. All of a sudden, Danny’s hips began to pick up the pace. You heard him mutter “sorry” as his actions contradicted his words. This poor man…Though, you didn’t fight back, you fully endorsed it. His shaft thrusted sloppily, the slick sounds were drowned out by each other’s moans. Skin against skin, wave after wave of pleasure washed over you both, and with a collective cry, you both came.
It was like you had blanked out, seeing nothing but white as a permeating ring filled your ears. Once your vision cleared, you saw Danny’s sweaty red face with his faint curls sticking to his face. The two of you exchanged a soft exhausted chuckle, a break from the intense moment you both just shared. “Damn,”
You chuckled. “Yeah?” Danny simply nodded, watching as you slowly lifted yourself off. Glancing down between your bodies, you smiled. “Are you good?”
There was a pause. Danny's eyes glared down, his thin lips pressed together as if he wanted to say something. With a raise of your eyebrows urging him to spit out whatever is irking his mind, he caves. “...No,” Your eyes widened. You wobbled your way to the space next to him, folding your legs beneath you, placing your hand on top of his. He seemed embarrassed. “Danny, there's nothing to be ashamed of.” “I'm not satisfied.” Danny blurted, almost as if he didn't hear you. But you digress, allowing him to continue. “I'm so fucking tired, and I can't just keep this shit in anymore, y'know?” His eyes finally make their way towards you. Pure disappointment filled his eyes. Seeing that made your heart sink. “I have to have you, Y/N. I don't know how else to put it.” You nodded, your thumb soothing the skin on his hand. “You have me,” “No, I mean– Agh!” A frustrated sigh left his mouth as he tried to converse what he wanted to say. But he didn't have to, you pieced together the puzzle. “I need to relieve myself,” Danny explained, his tone sounded calmer, but the frustration still lingered in his words. “I need to have some control over a situation for once.”
His admittance made your face flush a soft red before you found the words to reply.
“Go ahead,”
“Huh?”
“I said go ahead,” you repeated, this time more urgently. Danny's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, taking in what you just said. He slowly moved over as you took his place, settling back down on the mattress with him on top. You felt the blood rush down your body at this new position, seeing Danny towering over you sent a shockwave of arousal through you. Catching a glimpse from his eyes you saw raw lust in its full form, a hint of desperation sparkled within. Even though Danny wanted nothing more but to relieve himself, he made sure he was still gentle with you. If gaining his pleasure cost your comfort he wanted none of that.
Grabbing hold of your waist with one hand, Danny lined himself up against your quivering hole, slathering himself up with his tip. The two of you exchanged low moans before Danny decided he was ready to push in. This time, it slipped in smoother thanks to earlier, so there wasn't much prepping to do. Both hands were now on your waist, a firm grip keeping you still as Danny rolled his hips to ease himself in before bottoming out. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he moaned, leaning down to kiss your stomach. “I can't take it anymore.” You combed his hair, parting them to see his face. “I know,” Danny's hips stuttered, accidentally snapping them from your words alone. A muttered apology left his lips as you gasped from the sudden motion. “Baby, I-” You quickly hushed him, “Danny, go for it.” As stern as it was, he knew you meant it with care. With a quick nod of his head, he surged forward, driving his cock inside you, moving with a fast pace.
It didn't take long for him to start moaning, he was already losing it from the start, but this sudden freedom was the tipping point. “Fuck, you're so good to me, so fucking good to me.” He would moan, pulling out almost completely just to drive back in before you could miss the feeling of him inside you. Your hands found its way to his shoulders, grabbing on while Danny plowed you. He kept his pace relatively fast but not fast enough for him to burn you out, it was as if he wanted to prolong this as long as he could for the sake of both of you. Danny buried his face in the nook of your neck, sucking and biting all over the skin. You winced at the small shocks of pain that coursed through your body, but it was quickly gone as it came. Danny would always say he was a biter, he warned you on the third date. You never thought much of it, but when the two of you found yourself on his bed…you woke up the next day having to wear a scarf in the LA heat. For every bite, he sucked on the mark, leaving deep crimson patches in his wake. “...divine…” You could barely make out what he was saying between bites, but you could understand the pure hunger dripping from his voice. This man was starving; he was hungry for you. And you let him feast to his heart's content. All the while his hips kept moving inside you, his pace still the same.
After he had his fill, he lifted his head out from your neck and admired the mess he made of you. Your neck was absolutely covered with hickeys and bite marks. “You're so beautiful,” he said breathlessly, running a calloused finger down the bruises, causing you to flinch slightly. “Sorry,” he said, removing his hand. “Keep going.” That was all you had to say, it was all you could say to him. His eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure and obliged. This time, he went faster, his thrusts were more calculated and concise. His hands were beginning to bruise your sides with the death grip he had on you, but you were completely blinded by the overwhelming amounts of pleasure, your nerves couldn't feel the pressure. “Goddamm, baby, you feel perfect.” A loud moan left your mouth as Danny’s cock hit a bundle of nerves. Your moan let him know he was on the right path and he sped up, hitting that spot over and over again. With each hard thrust your body moved with him, the bed shaking along in rhythm. “Fuck, Danny!” Your moans were like music to his ears, and even though you covered your mouth and closed your eyes, he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. “I wanna see you,” Your heart stopped for a split second. “I wanna see you,” he repeats, this time demanding. Opening your eyes, you were met with jet black eyes that were normally a deep hazel. Blood rushed to your face at the sight of him. “I wanna see you.” The repetition of the phrase made you think back to that one song you asked him about. You couldn't place your finger on it…
Whatever it was, it left your mind and was immediately replaced by Danny's fangs finding your neck once more, this time on the other side. What was once a blank canvas became filled with his markings. Each bite was more ravaging than the last. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” “Danny,” you breathed, clawing at his back. “You don't know how fucking long I've been waiting for this.” Danny said between grunts, his face still buried in your neck. He bites along the sensitive stretch of skin, earning a yelp in reward. “So fucking angry at this–” Snap. “At this–!” Snap. “This fucking place!” For every word was followed up with a hard snap of his hips, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper inside you. And with every snap you moaned louder than the last. “I need you, Y/N. You don't know how bad I need this.” His breath shuddered with a harsh thrust that sent both your eyes rolling back. You responded with a whisper plea, “I need you too, Danny.” That plea alone sent Danny reeling forward, pressing his weight on top of you like a blanket, warming your body as his thrusts became sloppy. They were still deep, but according to Danny, not deep enough because he soon hooked one leg up and around his neck, his cock now sliding deeper.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried at the new sensation, your nails digging into his hairy back, pulling at the hairs. Danny hissed above you, a hand grabbed your wrist and yanked it above your head where he smashed his lips against yours. It was all teeth and tongue, leaving no room for air until you had to shove his face away. “Danny!” You gasped. He grinned with all his teeth. There was an animalistic way he looked at you and you weren't sure if you were turned on by that or the fact he has you crumbling apart for him. Whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it appeared. When it came to sex, Danny wasn't always a fiend like now, he was average compared to the folks you used to be with. Compassion and pleasing was his game, and he would make sure that you were satisfied. But today? You couldn't blame the poor man, COVID has got him stressed out of his mind, delay after delay, canceled concerts after another. Who wouldn't lose their mind? Especially someone like Danny who needs something to occupy him. It wasn't like he was a workaholic, he loves his job but it was something he was used to. He needed a balance but couldn't find anything that matched.
“I need more,” Danny grunted. It sounded more like a desperate plea than a grunt. You wanted to respond, but you couldn't with how Danny was making you moan instead of talk. “I need you.” Another grunt followed up with a harsh thrust that made your eyes shut tight. He couldn't control himself, he began to suck on the skin of your thighs, his fangs leaving marks and bruises. The grip on your wrist was suddenly gone, allowing you to wrap them around Danny's neck once more. “Danny, god!” You groaned, pushing back strands of hair that shielded his face. Danny's face was dripping with sweat, the vein in his forehead ever so prominent. His face crinkled with pleasure as he surged forward, lips crashing with yours. The two of you made out before Danny had to pry himself away from your lips. “I'm getting there.” A simple warning that fell from his lips like a plea. Nodding in return, you replied, “Same,”. Almost like a cry, Danny's hips stuttered again, this time he used this to his advantage to change his angle. From the slight change, he focused on relieving himself, withdrawing himself all the way from the tip and slotting himself to the brim in one hard motion.
“Oh my god!” he cried as you clenched around his length. Your eyes closed automatically hearing the beautiful music coming from your husband, but Danny was one to keep you attentive. “I wanna see you, I wanna see you.” It was definitely more begging, voice dripping with ravenous lust. This was the most desperate you have ever seen Danny and it made your core buzz. “Danny, I don't think I can hold on for long.” You managed to say between moans. It seemed to be the same for him as evident by the way he began losing control of his thrusts, now becoming into sloppy, wimpy, erratic pounds that made the two of you moan in unison, creating a lovely erotic symphony in the room. “Fuck!” Hands move to your stomach and you could barely hear Danny begin to whimper out mantras. The words were coming out so quickly you barely understood what he was saying, but when his eyes darted up to yours, it made the whole room start to spin. His voice came out clearly. “I can almost feel you.” Spinning, spinning… “I’d give the world just to touch your skin.” Spinning…spinning…
A white light blinded your vision, everything felt like it had paused in time, everything but a warm feeling spreading across your body. When you came to, your eyes opened slowly, seeing poor Danny panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face. His fading orange hair completely shielded his eyes. Parting his straightened curls, you were met with worn out soft eyes that gazed back with the same loving yet tired look you had. The two of you broke eye contact as you both looked down at the big mess the two of you created.
“Beautiful,” muttered Danny, entranced by what you two created. A bashful chuckle left your lips as you grabbed his chin and pulled him in for an endearing kiss. “Feel better?” He nods, his hands still can't get enough of you. They begin to knead your thigh with repetitive circular patterns. He replies with a soft tone of pure satisfaction. “Yeah,” and kisses your lips down to the base of your neck. You basked in the afterglow of it all, allowing your eyes to close as Danny pampered you with sweet kisses.
You were about to sit up until a hand pressed against your abdomen stopped you from moving. A puzzled expression coated your face as you opened your eyes. Curiosity and confusion both mixed within your eyes, looking down at Danny’s large hand then back up into his eyes. Deep within those dark swirls, you could make out that Danny wasn’t completely done. After a long moment of silence, you decided to speak up. “Danny, what–” but he was fast, he spoke quickly, interrupting you. “One more, just one more.” It sounded like a plea, a desperate plea. Shock covered your face, you blinked once, allowing the words to settle in your mind. Hadn’t you been so worn out, you would’ve declined, but the way he looked at you, the way he had his warm hand right above your core…
“Okay,”
It was a nod of consent Danny needed. He kissed down your neck to your chest, taking his time to work you up again all the while making sure you got your fill of the fun as well. The hand from your stomach slowly found its way down to your sex, a mere graze from his thumb made your head spin. Years ago you discovered his talent with strings not only applied musically, but in bed as well. Your hands stayed by your sides, the thought of pulling his delicate hair crossed your mind. Would he want that? Would he enjoy that? It didn’t matter, because he had reached your stomach. Danny’s tongue darted out to taste your soft flesh, his hand now fully caressing your sex. “Danny,” you breathed out. With a long, soft kiss to your abdomen, he dragged his tongue down, down, down… Your breathing staggered and your heart raced, he was getting closer and closer to where you throbbed for him, and he knew it. He knew the effect he had on you and he relished in it. And as he kissed down the patch of hair, a whimper left your lips. Danny chuckled, his hot breath fanning your throbbing core. That low rumbly voice of his sent tingles straight down, it melted you completely. It was the way Danny was able to make you crumble from his touch that motivated him. His tongue didn’t cease tasting your skin, he wanted to fully savor you, like he was a starved man on death row. You could see it. You could see the hunger again, and it thrilled you.
He attacked your thighs first. There had been some markings left from earlier, but he wasn’t satisfied with them. Using his free hand to keep your waist still, he nipped at your inner thighs, fangs poking and grazing your skin. The other was still at work, slowly stroking your dripping sex. You couldn’t resist any longer, your hand went to his hair, slightly tugging at the roots. In response, you felt a low muffled moan against your skin. He liked it. You thought, eyes widening at the reaction. His face wasn’t in your field of view, but you were able to see the change in color in his arms, a redder tint. Then, a sharp pain coursed through your body. “--!” Instinctively, you yanked his hair. “Y/N,” Danny moans, lifting his face. It sounded more like a growl with the way he looked at you still holding onto his curls. Your hips bucked against his hand slightly as a silent reminder. Unable to deny you (and himself) any longer, he obliges, lowering his face down to your sex. He removes his hand, placing it on the opposite side of your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. Then, he envelopes your sex in his mouth. Immediately you were overcome by how warm his mouth felt. You opened your mouth to praise him, but all that came out was a moan. Danny smiled against your sex, his tongue licked the nerve, giving it long slow licks before he began to suck on it. Throwing your head back on the pillow, your back arched up for more, feeling the oxygen leave your lungs. “God–” “Hmm,” he hummed, the vibrations flowing right through you and right where your core throbbed. Heat pooled and your legs quivered. He didn’t disappoint, sliding his hands underneath your thighs, lifting them slightly up as he pressed his face closer. Danny’s tongue didn’t relent, it swirled and flicked at your most sensitive parts, licking and savoring every part of you. You did your best to control your hips, albeit you couldn’t do much, he had a strong hold on you and he wasn’t going to let go.
With a loud pop, he releases your sex from his mouth, resorting to licking and prodding your hole where his seed spilt out. He was quick to lap it out, slithering his tongue inside. “Oh, Danny-!” You cried, your thighs threatening to clamp shut around his head. He returns back to your sex, still twitching with arousal and he laps at it, kissing and sucking all the parts he knew would make you tremble and moan. He was skilled with his mouth and he made sure you knew that. A long time ago, Danny joked that his favorite food was “his girlfriend’s pussy”. At first you laughed it off, men being men. But as the years passed and the two of you began dating, he truly meant it, pussy or dick, he’d devour it. He loved being between your thighs, endlessly consuming his fill until he was full. He’d empty you of everything, leaving you a mindless mess, grasping for him. Decades later, he was still the same. He was almost 67 and here he was, slurping you up, devouring his well deserved meal. Old habits die hard.
“Mhh,” moaned Danny. He was enjoying this as much as you were. All you could do was moan back a response, rocking your hips against his mouth. Danny’s grip around your thighs suddenly tightened as he wrapped his lips around your sex again, sucking hard. You sucked in the air with your teeth. “Goddamnit, Danny!” He would always do that, catching you off guard. His teeth gently grazed your sex, causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm,” he warned. A silent way to tell you “don’t move.” His nails created crescent shaped marks in the soft tender parts of your skin while he lapped furiously at your sex. You buzzed with pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you calmed down. It didn’t last for long though. In the midst of everything, two fingers suddenly slid in your hole in tandem with Danny’s ministrations. A low whimper escaped and you tugged at his hair, not caring about earlier. It earned you a vocal moan, more vibrations flowing through you. Delicious vibrations that tightened the coil within you.
“Danny,” you moaned. You were growing close. He pulled away for air, placing harsh kisses all over your thighs before delving right back in. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked. He licked, and licked, and licked. He lightly nipped at your sex like if he really wanted a taste. You sharply yanked his hair and he let out a deep growl, sucking harder. His tongue was so skilled it had you seeing stars. He knew how to use it and it kills you every time. With every lick and suck you were growing closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Your breathing became labored, sweat rolled down your face, nails clawing his scalp. His fingers pumped inside you, matching his rhythm. They curled just slightly, targeting a sweet spot that had you reeling.
“So fucking good,” he muttered between sucks. His mouth slotted so perfectly, it worshiped you like a god it made you want to cry. Just as you opened your mouth to moan, you came in his mouth. Danny groaned as his mouth was suddenly filled, but he happily cleaned the mess up. He withdrew his fingers, but he wouldn’t part from your sex. He kept sucking. “Danny,” you tugged at his faded orange curls, nudging him to move. But he wouldn’t, more like he couldn’t. Danny was latched onto you like a parasite, unable to leave. You weren’t sure if he heard you or not. “Danny,” you said again, pulling his hair. He let out a whimper, finally letting go of your spent out core. This man was starved. “Mhh, sorry, baby.” Danny wiped his mouth, moving up to kiss you. As he did, you tasted yourself on his lips.
He laid next to you, draping an arm over your stomach. The two of you were spent out, basking in each other’s presence. Danny rested his head in the nook of your neck, idly rubbing your skin like he always did. You both didn’t bother to get up and clean. Maybe it was age that knocked the wind out of you two, maybe it was the intimate moment of not wanting to pry away from each other’s arms, who knows. The sun had gone down enough where Danny’s full body was glowing in the sunlight, his hair turned vibrant. He looked almost how he did all those decades ago. And you fell in love all over again.
“Thank you,”
“Hm?”
“Thank you,” he repeated, his voice gentle.
You smiled, your efforts paid off. Was there a better way of reducing his stress? Maybe. Did it help? A hundred percent. Both of you were satisfied and Danny was relaxed. That is all that matters.
You replayed the events leading up to this, mentally giggling at Danny’s reactions, admiring him…you then recall the song Danny seemed reluctant about. Suddenly you remembered what Danny was chanting seemed so familiar.
“Danny?”
Danny’s head was at rest, but he responded with a low hum.
“What was the song you showed me before…this?” Danny then lifted his head up from your neck and propped himself on his elbow. “What about it?” A flicker of worry plastered across his face. You raised a brow, urging him to answer the question. “‘Love In The Time of COVID’?” “Yeah, that one.” Now it was Danny’s turn to raise his brow. “What about it?” “What you said in the song…you said in bed…” Danny gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbed. His expression changed and he averted your eyes. “‘I wanna see you’ that was what you said in the song, was it?” No response. “And something about giving up the world to feel me– I don’t remember exactly. My question is was that song a testament to how you felt?”
There was a slight moment of embarrassment on your husband’s face. His cheeks reddened, but no words were spoken. Pursing his lips, Danny looked at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. After a moment, he sighed. “Yeah,”
You kept your face neutral as he explained.
“I dunno, I was so messed up, I felt different things. I still do, but it isn't as intense as it was then.” Danny rubbed his hands, “I felt like a hormonal teen again, hormones going through the roof and shit. I didn’t want to bother you with that, so I buried it.” His voice gradually lowered until it was nothing more than a mutter. “Danny…” you held his hand, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay, I think making that song helped relieve some of that, and the sex.” Danny grinned, leaning more into your touch. “You’re welcome, haha.” Danny continued, "The sex resolved that sex demon in me.” “I’m glad it did. Just know you don’t have to suffer alone, we’re in this together.” Danny knowingly nods. It may be rough getting through, but as long you have each other, life won’t seem all that hectic.