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He’d had the picture saved for over two weeks.
Felt like he was pent up, strung tight, with arousal for the same amount of time, if he was honest.
Danny may have been a tiny bit embarrassed for sending his instagram post to Ryan, acting like a schoolgirl eagerly waiting to hear if the classmate she liked found her cool, if it wasn’t absolutely true. He did feel like a kid in school again fishing for compliments from the girl he fancied, or rather, boy in this case.
Sometimes he had to laugh. Who knew he’d be in his thirties before he figured out just why Ryan made him lose all composure, made him giddy, had him reaching down between his thighs whilst lying in bed and thinking only of his hands grasping blond, blond, blond. He had to laugh that he landed a role in Aaron, went through his journey with him, still is, and still didn’t figure it out. Until Ryan agreed to come back.
He’d put it up to excitement from the general public's reaction to Robron, as they called it, the first time around. The awards that were thrown his way, some part in thanks to the man he’d bounce off of in said award winning scenes, absolutely the reason his smile got that smidgen wider when Ryan would walk on set.
It’s a good thing Ryan seemed to realise at damn nearly the same time he did. Newly forty and just figuring out he liked to suck cock. Guess Danny had to claim victories when he could. The prize? Well, having Ryan actually between his thighs instead of just imagining the lube wet and slipping from his fingers as Ryan’s warm, welcoming mouth.
Ryan’s mouth was much better in reality. He’d never tell him that though, would make his ego bigger than it already was. He’d never live it down.
Having just sent Ryan his instagram post, of him sitting on a bench, thighs out, lighting and shadows stark to highlight everything he wanted and hide anything he’d want to keep people guessing about - he waited until Ryan had replied with a very expected, but nevertheless sweet, message containing the drooling emoji, thumbs up emoji, and then three fire emojis followed by another message; ‘Someone call the fire brigade!’
It was like texting someone who was eighty, not forty sometimes. Too bad it turned Danny on to no end.
Which was precisely why he had saved a photo, from the same day he’d had that photoshoot for the post, just for Ryan. Granted, it was much, much worse quality and contained the tip of his blurred thumb making an appearance at the bottom left of the screen but he hoped the rest of the contents were enough to not only have Ryan call for some firemen, but perhaps sound the alarm for an evacuation of the building too.
God, the bastard was rubbing off on him.
Well, Danny wished he was. Right now.
He was too horny for this.
Danny located the photo he had taken and attached it to the message he would never admit to spending way too long thinking and rethinking before hitting send before he could rethink again.
‘Had a warm up in the changing room after, just for you ;) Come train with me?’ attached to the image of a shot looking down the length of his body, thighs spread wide, wide enough to strain the fabric on the shorts he’d worn in the instagram picture, only this time he’d tucked the waistband under his cock and stroked himself to hardness, just until there had been precome pearling at the tip, before splaying his hand on his navel. Thumb and pointer finger framing the weeping red hardness of his cock, his fingers glinting in the dim overhead light just enough that Ryan would be able to know how wet he was. For him.
The thrill that immediately sent through him had his hips rolling into the mattress underneath him, the tip of his cock catching on a fold in his briefs and dragging just right. Again, and this time he made sure to imagine it was Ryan he was grinding down onto.
“Fuck,” Another thrust and the fabric pulled taut over his cock, possessive in the way it felt like it caged him, the warm-wet building there had him spreading his thighs wider, his legs twitching in a jilted swimming motion. Ryan really unravelled him quickly, and he wasn’t even here, “fuck, Ryan, please.”
As if on cue, his phone buzzed in his hand, Ryan’s name appearing in large bold letters across the screen. He missed the green answer button more times than he’d like to admit.
“Danny, oh my god-”
Fuck knows what he sounded like down the line, breathing heavy mixed with an accompaniment of fabric rustling and creaks of his bed, that had Ryan pausing with a hitched breath. Danny dropped his phone on his pillow next to his head and hooked his thumbs under the band of his briefs, making to pull them down, “Ryan. Ryan, I need you here, now. I needed you in me yesterday.”
That sparked a laugh out of Ryan, his voice both slightly tinny and muffled, like he was pressing his phone into his ear, holding it close. Good to know he affected Ryan just as much.
“You’re the one that sent the picture and you’re this worked up already?” Amusement rolled off of Ryan’s voice, it was so good to hear it, and so good for his predicament right now, the timbre in his voice had the base of Danny’s spine tingling. Like it was begging for Ryan’s big hands to press, hold him down there, “my, my, Dan, can’t take you anywhere.”
“I need you to take me,” another creak of the bed as Danny changed up from long slow rolls of his hips to just simply pressing his hips into the bed and rolling them in circles, a breathless laugh, “Bryan.”
Another laugh in reply, it was equally as good to know he could make Ryan laugh. Even better when they could bounce laughter off of each other. Settled a possessive part within him that he’d rarely indulge in.
“I’d tell you to piss off if you hadn’t just sent that picture to me, you had my mouth watering in seconds, need it in my mouth, need those thighs around my-” there was a sharp inhale, Ryan clearly trying to calm himself down by breathing through his nose and then a rustle of bedsheets flying, and footsteps, “fuck it, are you home alone?”
A drawn out ‘mhmm’ that broke at the end as Danny’s throat closed up, a moan caught in his chest, his whole body already feeling highstrung.
“Touch yourself.”
“What do you think I’m doing,” the moan escaping now, his hips back to long, slow thrusts into the bed, his underwear barely off the round of his ass, the elastic digging into the meat of his thighs had him thinking of Ryan holding his legs open.
“No, I mean, get a hand around your cock, idiot, are you part-man part-bed now?” more footsteps, the sound of rustling and a metallic clink, “get yourself wet for me.”
Before Danny could even react to how stupid what Ryan had just said sounded, he followed it up with a gut punch. Ryan always knew how to make Danny's brain feel like it was rebooting, reprogramming, to do nothing but follow his whims. Without a second though, Danny was shuffling up onto his knees, cheek pressed into his pillow, spit already coating his lips.
At the first touch of his hand around his cock, his spine turned to jelly from the lightning shooting up the length of it and he immediately rocked forward on his knees, thankful that he was already flat on his face, presenting. God, the things Ryan made him think. He wasn’t bashful, and he was crude in his everyday life, his jokes, sure. What man from the North wasn’t. But Ryan made him feel, for lack of a better word and he could not believe he was using it to describe himself right now - however true, slutty.
“Yeah- yeah. Wet, I’m wet,” slick sounds followed as Danny began to move his hand, rocking his hips slowly in time with it. The movement had him feeling like he could fall into a trance. He could get lost here. Back, forth, back, forth. In, out, in, out–
“Get your other hand and spread yourself,” Ryan’s voice sounded fuller now, like he was outside, another rustle of fabric and a mechanical whir, “for me.”
“For you, yeah- fuck, Ryan,” maneuvering so that he could lean on his shoulders, pressing his face even further into the pillow, and throw his other hand back to grab a handful of his own asscheek had the word slutty repeating in his mind over and over. He made sure to swipe the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock on every upstroke, the motion causing the globs of precome to spill and coat the length of his cock. The wet trailing down until it pooled between the creases of his thighs. Wet, “for you, for you, all for you.”
A distinct thud sound came from Ryan’s end that had Danny blinking back the haze behind his eyelids, a very Aaron-like frown appearing on his forehead.
“Are you in a car?”
“Well, I wasn’t before, but- hold on I have to remember how to do this,” Ryan’s voice faded as if he had put his phone down on the passenger seat away from him.
If Danny wasn’t so riled up and feeling like he’d drunk at least three beers already, he’d have been grilling into Ryan for interrupting. And not only that, putting his phone down. But it showed how fast and how far just a few of Ryan’s words could pull him down, down, down, so instead he felt himself blinking slowly, stupidly, head halfway to being nothing but static, and simply waiting. Even the faraway, muffled, sounds of Ryan cursing under his breath followed by sounds suspiciously like BBC Radio One promptly filling up his speakers and then just as quickly cutting off, weren’t enough to snap him out of it.
“Ha!” Ryan sounded closer again, if not slightly more echoey, “figured it out.”
“Huh.”
Jesus. Talk about cock-drunk.
“The hands-free, I always forget how to connect to it.”
Danny hated how his cock twitched in his now stilled hand, fuck, “… so you’re saying I’m on your car speakers.”
“Yes.”
“Out loud.”
“That’s right.”
“For anyone to hear?”
A mocking hum, and then Ryan’s car roared to life, the low thrum of the engine matching the way Ryan’s voice dropped, “almost like I know how hot and bothered this kind of thing gets you.”
Again, if he wasn’t so, so, so aroused right now. He’d be going for Ryan’s throat. The bastard really knew how to dial up the smug when he wanted to. Instead, all Danny could do was let out a moan that rattled his whole chest, his nipples pebbling and caused the muscles in his thighs to squeeze as a drop of precome dripped over his knuckles, landing obscenely between his spread legs onto the bed sheets.
“Jesus, Ryan…” his hand started up again and Danny turned his head so that his face was buried in the pillow, shame burning the tips of his ears. He couldn’t see his cock but he knew by now it had to be a stark red, the tip purpling, against the colour of his hand wrapped around it, “turn me up.”
He wasn’t sure if Ryan would hear him with his face buried in the pillow but he knew Ryan obliged from the sound of a sharp exhale crackling through the phone, “you sound wrecked, Danny. Wonder what my neighbours have to say about that.”
“God, I need you to shut up, right now, before I-” a muffled groan as Danny began to fuck into his fist at a steady rhythm again, the sound of his fist working his length almost too much, he needed, he needed, “Ryan, I need you in me, now.”
Another hum, and short staccato taps as Ryan thrummed his fingers over his steering wheel, Danny would have been embarrassed with how unaffected Ryan seemed if it wasn’t for the very telling strain in the other’s voice, a surefire tell that Ryan wasn’t exactly comfortable in his seat, “I want to hear you come for me first… can you do that?”
“But I want to come with you in me, ” the end notes turning up in what could only be described as a petulant whine. Jesus christ. Danny could feel the pressure build at the base of his spine as his thighs locked up, causing him to have to rock the whole of his body to continue fucking into his fist.
“But,” Ryan playfully mocked with similar notes to Danny’s whine, “think how good my cock will feel fucking into you if you’ve already come.”
“Ryan, fuck! You can’t just-” Danny’s grip on himself faltered, the slick of precome on his cock enough to make him lose his grip and have to shoot his hand down to the mattress and hold himself up, he was getting too wet. Danny had no energy or brainpower left to lift his hand back to his cock, instead just rocking his hips into the air, desperate, “you- you can’t just say that.”
“You know how sensitive your prostate gets once you’ve come, hm,” the tick-tick-tick of Ryan flipping his turn signal felt like a ticking down timebomb, “bet it’d feel real good to have my cock fuck up into it when it’s already so raw… isn’t that right, Danny?”
The bastard, it was the way he’d said his name that did it, like just saying his name meant he owned him. The worst part was, he was right.
All at once Danny’s limbs locked as he turned his face from deep in his pillow, knowing that Ryan would want to hear him, knowing in a deeper, darker part of himself, that he wanted anyone who was close enough to Ryan’s car to hear him too. To hear what Ryan did to him.
The moan that escaped as his cock painted stripes into his bedsheets felt like it came from deep within his chest, the tail end of it choked as he lost his own breath. Feeling like the air had been punched out from his lungs.
And just as suddenly as it had come on, was the release of the strings. Danny immediately flopped flat onto his mattress, breath getting caught in the back of his throat, and having to lick his lips before he could even attempt to speak, the skin there chapped with dried spit, “holy shit.”
“Hm.”
“Holy shit.”
“Well, the pubgoers that I just stopped in front of at a red light certainly were saying the same thing.”
He was over thirty now, that really should not have made his dick twitch, not so soon after coming his brains out, “I was that loud?”
“A little bit, don’t worry they were all clearly buzzed out of their minds, they’ll forget by the morning,” Ryan laughed to himself as the crackling of tires coming to a stop sounded through the phone speakers, the creak of the handbreak being pulled up sounding like a final nail being hammered into a coffin, “now, do you want me to eat you out or finger you open first?”
From outside his house Danny could hear the opening and closing of a car door, if he had any sort of brain function left he’d have tried to quickly clean up or at least get up from his starfishing on the bed. Instead he just lay there as he heard Ryan turn the key he’d given him years ago in the lock, open the door, and ascend the stairs. His whole body thrumming like a livewire to the sound of each footstep on the landing.
Finally, Ryan was standing at his door, the dim lamp light of the hallway silhouetting his tall frame, casting everything but his form into darkness.
“Holy shit, Danny,” a few more footfalls as Ryan approached the bed, Danny could smell the arousal on him, feel the heat coming from his body. Why the hell was Ryan not on him, in him, like, now.
Danny licked his lips again as he looked up at Ryan through his lashes, and mustered up all the energy he had left to lift the lower half of his body back up onto his knees, “please, God, get your tongue in me.”
A sharp inhale, and then Ryan was on him.
Ryan brought his hand to the side of Danny’s face and leaned in to kiss him, starting off soft in a stark contrast to just how downright filthy Ryan was talking to him mere moments ago. The wet sounds of their lips meeting had Danny letting out little whimpers on each exhale, with one final drawn out one escaping as Ryan pulled away.
“Get back here,” Danny reached his arm out, insistently grabbing - flailing - at any part of Ryan he could reach from his unmoved sprawl on the bed, clawing an affectionate laugh from Ryan’s chest.
“Mm’kay, I’m here” Ryan used his other hand to lightly jostle Danny’s shoulder and maneuver him to flop onto his back with a satisfied ‘oof’ sound before leaning back in. This time pecking Danny once on the lips like they were innocent sweethearts before licking the flat of his tongue across Danny’s lips, the move not unlike an animal claiming its territory.
This man would kill him one day, Danny was sure of it.
Another slow lick that let Ryan catch Danny’s bottom lip between his teeth and suckle, drawing the blood up under the skin, sharp, up to the surface before breaking the skin with a small bite. Ryan, tasting copper on his tongue, leaned back once more, leaving Danny’s lips red and spit slicken. He couldn’t help himself and once more leaned in to lick, this time the lick feeling half like possession and half like an apology for drawing blood.
“Hold your knees up for me.”
Danny, looking dazed and looking every bit like he’d just had the orgasm of his life, could do nothing but obey as Ryan unfastened his trousers and kicked them off to an unseen corner of the room, followed by his shirt, and climbed up onto the bed. The creak of the bedsprings as it held Ryan’s weight and Danny’s own desperate sounds were nearly one in the same as Ryan crawled to sit himself between Danny’s legs.
“What a sight you make,” Danny’s hair was stuck to his forehead as it glistened with sweat, as did his red, flushed cheeks, the only thing more stark was the red, rawness of his lips. Danny held the backs of his knees as far as he could towards his chest, legs in the air, so that his cock and hole were on full display to Ryan, his cock already making a valiant effort to come back to life, “so handsome, so pretty.”
Ryan splayed one hand on the inside of Danny’s thigh, trailing it down and then up, and then down again just to see the goosebumps raise on Danny’s skin, the hairs on his legs stand on end. He brought his other hand up to continue stroking the inside of Danny’s other thigh as he used that hand to stroke over the swell of Danny’s balls, pausing to roll each one in the palm of his hand before trailing the tips of his fingers up the length of Danny’s twitching cock and down again.
Danny was uncharacteristically quiet through it all save for sharp breaths through his nose, and Ryan was so focused on the trance that his hand movements across Danny’s skin had put him under, he hadn’t noticed Danny biting his bottom lip to stifle himself.
“None of that,” Ryan brought both hands to grip the inside of Danny’s thighs, pushing them further apart, exposing, “I want to see and hear all of you.”
Danny unscrewed his eyes to look down the length of his body at Ryan, tongue poking out immediately to swipe over his abused bottom lip, releasing it, and immediately began panting out of his open mouth, “please.”
“Hm?” Ryan mock questioned as he smoothed one hand down Danny’s thigh once more and splayed his fingers wide, stretching his thumb down to start rubbing the pad of it over the whorl of Danny’s hole.
A shocked gasp released from Danny as he felt Ryan remove his hand, but soon the gasp turned into a moan as he watched Ryan press his hips to the backs of his thighs as he leaned over him, presenting his thumb in front of his lips, swiping up a strand of spit that was spilling over them. Nothing had to be said as Danny immediately took the digit into his mouth and sucked as if it was Ryan’s cock, tongue flicking over the tip and then swirling around the length of it, rocking his head up to take it deeper and feel the press at the back of his throat.
God, Ryan’s hands were huge.
His cock was even bigger.
That thought had the underside of Danny’s tongue tingle as even more saliva released into his mouth, the sucking sounds only interrupted by the occasional inhale, exhale through Danny’s nose. Unwilling to let the digit go for even a moment.
The sight of Danny looking at him through his lashes as he wet his finger had Ryan rocking his hips into the solidness of Danny’s thighs. If anyone were to walk in on them now - as hot as the fantasy was, God he’d hope not - Ryan would look like he had his cock as deep as it could be with how close his hips pressed into Danny, with the added bonus of the bed creaking under them in a steady rhythm really selling the look.
All in good time.
Eventually Ryan released his thumb from Danny’s mouth with an obscene ‘pop’ and watched as a string of spit connected from Danny’s bottom lip to the tip of his finger before breaking off, leaving a spit trail down his chin and leaving Danny looking just that little bit more debauched.
If the touch back to his hole wasn’t enough, Ryan muttering under his breath a ‘good boy’, certainly was enough to bring Danny’s cock back to full hardness, the head already getting wet and pearling. As was his hole, with the way Ryan circled the pad of his thumb around, and around, both getting it wetter and getting it to relax just that tiny bit more.
It had Danny feeling split open, his legs wide and up, all on display for Ryan.
Ryan began to dip the tip of his finger in once he felt the muscle loosen enough, letting his nail catch every now and then to send a small shock through Danny’s system.
And in typical Hawley fashion, he couldn’t allow Danny a second to breathe, and so he leant in and licked a wet, hot stripe from his hole all the way up to the tip of his cock, finishing with a flick of the tip of his tongue to catch a beading glob of precome there before trailing his tongue back the way he came to end with a suck right over Danny’s wet hole.
The sensation had Danny lose grip on one of his legs as it kicked out and up into the air, a sharp moan joining it.
Head thrown back, Danny decided his grip on that leg was a lost cause and immediately reached down to bury his now free hand in the mess of blond hair between his legs. As he hooked his free leg over the broadness of Ryan’s shoulders, the other man began to flick his tongue over Danny’s hole over, and over, and over, ending the sweet torment with a suck that sent shivers through Danny’s whole body. To then lick up the length of him again, and down, again. And again.
And again.
Danny had no idea how long Ryan spent licking him open. He had quickly lost himself in the haze behind his eyes with how good and too much, wet, it all felt. But it had to have been a good amount of time as the next time he blinked back the fog building up in his mind, his mouth was dry from panting into the stifling warmth of the room for so long.
It was as if Ryan could sense how far gone into his mind Danny was, and demanded his attention back on him as he sat up with a definitive inhale. The sound was like Ryan had been underwater and was just grabbing his first sip of air in hours; Ryan did always get lost in eating Danny out.
Wiping the spit covering his lips, chin - some strings of it even reaching his cheeks - Ryan began to circle the wet mess between Danny legs with his thumb again. The added slick allowed for the circular movements to come easier.
“You’re so red and puffy down here already, Danny.”
Danny screwed his eyes shut at that, the words sending a jolt from his cock right up to the back of his throat, choking on the air he desperately was trying to breathe in, “Ryan, if you don’t get in me, now-”
Like calming an unruly horse, Ryan shushed him as he stroked his other hand - the one not currently loosening Danny’s hole so well, like he planned to fuck into him for days… Danny certainly wouldn’t protest that, mind you - up and down the inside of his thigh.
“Patience,” Ryan leaned over Danny to reach into the bedside table to locate where they usually hid their preferred lube - usually tucked into a particular pair of Danny’s socks. Letting out a sound of apology, Ryan allowed Danny a moment to breathe as he removed his fingers from his hole, “I still want to finger you open first.”
“Oh my God, hurry up then,” Danny kicked the leg still around Ryan’s shoulder, the thump to his back causing Ryan to laugh at Danny’s impatience, “feel like I’m going to die of old age here.”
“I’d say you’re more likely to die of asphyxiation, the way you were choking out moans just now.”
“Shut up and get your fingers in me, Hawley.”
Another laugh burst free from Ryan as he warmed the lube between the palms of his hands, rolling the tube quickly for a moment. The lull in action gave Ryan a chance to really look at Danny.
And Danny looked back, unable to stop a smile cracking from his own lips. It was like his life shifted back into place once Ryan had agreed to come back, even more so when they started… whatever this was, back up. First it had been just drunken fumbles in too-cramped cubicles at award shows that he told himself meant nothing. Had no weight on how much he liked women. Now? Well, turned out he liked men, too. And the spark between Ryan and himself - it didn’t need a name. He knew Ryan could feel exactly what he did, and that was more than enough.
Like a gunshot disturbing the peace, Ryan clicked open the lube’s cap and slicked up two of his fingers, “think you can take two?”
“Feel like I can take your whole dick right now, so be my guest,” Danny sent out another kick with his heel to Ryan’s back, “c’mon.”
Ryan grabbed the tops of Danny’s thighs to pull him closer. Crossing his two lubed fingers like he was wishing for luck before circling around the puffiness of his hole, waiting for Danny to inhale before pushing in. Slowly, slowly, Danny only exhaling once Ryan was two knuckles deep.
Danny really did feel like they could have moved straight on to Ryan fucking into him with his cock. But Ryan had a thing for Danny’s hole - couldn’t get enough of licking, sucking, fingering it before fucking it. It fed an animal instinct in him to pay it such close attention, knowing no one else could make Danny feel like this. No one else would have Danny like this.
The thought had Ryan breathing out a moan in reply to Danny’s own as he opened the bottle of lube once more and drizzled more onto the wet mess of Danny’s hole. Using the excessive slick to pull his fingers out until the tips were the only thing left inside, and then fucking back in right to the hilt.
The sudden fullness punched a groan out of Danny, he loved the comforting burn of too much a little too soon. The feeling not teetering into pain at all thanks to how loose and relaxed Ryan had made him beforehand.
At that it was like a dam burst, like Ryan couldn’t hold back any longer, and he began to fuck his fingers into Danny in earnest.
The feeling of Ryan’s large fingers filling him up to the last knuckle and then pulling out just as fast, leaving him empty for a moment, twitching inside around nothing had Danny quickly losing his mind. In, out, in and out. On the next thrust in, Ryan curled his fingers in a come hither motion, fluttering the tips of his fingers over the swollen gland of Danny’s prostate.
“Fuck! Fuck! Ryan- fuck!” Danny all but whined out, his voice increasing in octave, breaths punching out to the beat of Ryan fucking his fingers into him, “Ryan, Ryan– if you don’t, if you don’t stop I’m– I’ll–”
“Do it, again. Let me see.” Ryan flicked his eyes up from watching the raw, slick mess that was Danny’s hole to meet Danny’s eyes, a wild look in both their eyes. A possessive one in Ryan’s, “come for me again.”
Even more suddenly than his first orgasm of that night, it ripped out of him, had his body twitching and convulsing as Ryan kept fucking his fingers in and out. White stripes of cum painted his stomach, droplets catching in the hairs of his happy trail, as Ryan pushed the pads of his fingers right up onto his prostate. The too much feeling crescendoed, his body feeling too full all at once, like Ryan’s fingers were pushing out every drop of cum from his body.
And then his body released all at once, his limbs boneless, the leg hooked over Ryan’s shoulder falling and splaying to the side. Ryan made to slowly pull out his fingers, the rim of Danny’s hole catching on his knuckles, desperately trying to suck them back in. An obscene glob of lube spilled from Danny’s hole as Ryan’s fingers pulled out, dripping down to pool in the crease of his ass and stain the bedsheets beneath him.
To Ryan’s surprise as he began to stroke the inside of Danny’s thighs again, waiting for the other man to calm, Danny sat up on shaking arms and reached one hand out. He quickly scooped the mess of cum-spit-lube from between his legs up on his fingers, making his whole hand slick, and reached for the swollen cock that he needed inside of him, now.
At the sudden touch of Danny’s hand on his cock, Ryan’s whole body shuddered with a moan, the sensation making his eyes blur for a moment. It was enough for him to not realise Danny was shuffling his body close to his and tilting his cock to line up with his hole, working Ryan's cock in quick motions to spread the wet on his hands along its length, until he felt the head of his cock against Danny’s swollen entrance.
“Get in me,” Danny’s one arm that was holding him up was shaking. Determination - and out of mind arousal - his only source of energy, as his other hand was still curled around the thickness of Ryan’s cock. The shakiness of his limbs, the weakness from having another orgasm ripped out of him was the only thing stopping him feeding Ryan’s cock into his hole himself, “get in me, get in–”
One long thrust and Ryan only stopped once he physically could not push in further, his hips hitting the backs of Danny’s thighs with a thud.
Danny’s wet, warm, swollen insides pulsing around the length of Ryan was almost too much to bear, the uncontrolled flutter of his rim at the base of his cock feeling like a death sentence. Whilst the feeling of Ryan’s thick cock filling Danny to the brim, the thrumming of the blood swelling it sending shocks through his body to the rhythm of Ryan’s blood pulsing through his veins. The sensations left them dazed for a moment, allowing a brief moment for Danny to adjust to the size of him. He’d never get used to it. He never wanted to. Loved how well Ryan filled him up.
Without a second thought, Ryan curled his body over Danny, seeking out his lips with his own as he began to thrust in and out with abandon. Wet sounds from both their lips meeting in a messy, loose kiss and the lube spurting and frothing out from around Ryan’s cock were all that joined the creaking of the bed, the thump of the headboard against the wall.
It was Danny that had to wrench his head to the side first to gasp in a breath which petered out into a high-pitched whine as Ryan kissed and nipped down his neck, making sure to leave any marks that wouldn’t fade immediately to the skin below his collarbone. One day he’d have to leave a mark where Danny wouldn’t be able to hide it, just to watch him squirm on set, playing it off as the missus getting rowdy in the sack.
The thought had Ryan sitting back up to allow his hips more power to fuck up into Danny, feeding off of the ‘ah, ah, ah’ it punched out of the other man, hips speeding up as he allowed his gaze to take Danny in.
The sweat collecting on his collarbone, the hickey Ryan had just left there, the perkiness of his nipples just begging to be abused.
“Touch your nipples, pull them, I want them as red as your hole,” Ryan couldn’t believe the words Danny managed to pull out of him sometimes, “touch yourself for me.”
Danny immediately began to roll one nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he splayed his other hand over his other pec, rubbing and squeezing it like it was a tit. God, Danny would be the death of him, especially with the fact he didn’t take his heavy eyes off of Ryan for a second. His eyelashes fluttering but never seeming to close, desperate to never look away from Ryan’s lips in a delicious ‘o’.
“Harder.”
Danny may have been quickly undone by Ryan to begin with, but by the end, it was always Danny who held the power. He knew just how wild the feeling of fucking into him made Ryan, and relished off of that.
Ryan leant forward once more, placing his hands beside Danny’s shoulders, and sped up his thrusts. The closer look at Danny’s face and his hands playing with his own chest had the first shiver of an orgasm rip through him but he staved it off, tightened his core, and reached down to Danny’s cock.
In any other circumstance he’d have voiced how impressed he was that Danny had managed to even get it half-way up again despite it all. But instead all he could do was let out a desperate groan in answer to Danny’s own, his thrusts driving in so deep and fast, the excess wet spilling out of Danny’s hole began to splash onto the backs of Ryan’s thighs. The feeling of it all dripping down his own thighs had him tightening his core once more to hold off from coming.
Knowing just how much Danny liked to feel full, Ryan released his hand from Danny’s cock and reached down further, hooking the tip of one finger in beside his cock fucking into Danny. Curling up and pulling just so to make Danny feel the tight stretch just that bit more. To make the wet drag of Ryan’s cock even more sensitive.
“Oh you– bastard. Ryan!”
And that was it, Danny’s half-hard cock gave a succession of twitches as he came for the third time that night. Nothing more than a few spurts of cum managed to release, but Ryan could tell it was a good one from the way Danny’s back arched, jack-knifed off the bed.
The feeling of Danny’s insides twitching all around his cock had Ryan tipping over the edge too, his thrusts momentarily quickening as the adrenaline and dopamine rushed through him. Wet heat surrounded his cock as his cum filled Danny, and the knowledge that Danny would be feeling the same warmth, the same wet, inside him had another wave crash over him.
He had barely enough mind left to know to pull out quickly as the wave rolled back, knowing just how much Danny liked to feel his cum in him, and on him.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it Ryan, that’s it,” a satisfied smile appeared on Danny’s lips, still wide and panting, making his voice sound breathy, “all yours, all mine, yeah?”
“Fuck yes you are, I am,” Ryan gasped out, curling his hand around his cock to squeeze slowly up the length of himself and push one final drop out of the tip of his dick. One final breath out as he used his grip on himself to tap the swollen mess of Danny’s hole with the tip of his cock once, twice - mine, mine - before falling face first on top of Danny.
An amused ‘oof’ met him as he tucked his face into the crook of Danny’s neck and breathed in the musk of him, Danny’s arms coming up to curl around his shoulders. Locking themselves together.
One kiss to his temple, and then another to the top of his head had Ryan turning his face to meet Danny’s lips with his own. The kiss was slow and sweet; gentle sucking noises mixed with satisfied, exhausted moans, the only sound in the now quiet room.
With one final peck, Ryan moved his head back with a smile and was met with Danny’s own, his eyes crinkling. Their afterglow always did last way longer than it had any right to.
Ryan’s tendency to try to get on his nerves however?
“So,” Ryan drew out the ‘o’ sound and then smacked his lips, “that dick pic was alright.”
That always came back in the blink of an eye and Danny did what he knew worked best for shutting Ryan up when he was being a smartass; pressed another kiss to his lips.