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“Danny, come on, I need your help.” Daniel hears Yuta before he notices him stood there and startles slightly. He’s usually more aware of his surroundings than this but he’s come to relax around his new faction mates, his family. It takes him another second to register what Yuta said as he wraps a hand around Daniel’s wrist. He is pulled up from the sofa he was lounging on, phone abandoned on the cushion. The warmth of Yuta’s palm on his pulse helps him ignore that.
“Hm? Yeah sure thing man. What’s up?” Daniel hopes his voice is steady as he floats along behind Yuta.
They reach Yuta’s room and the door is shut but not locked behind them. The warmth on his wrist is still there until they reach the edge of the bed.
Firm hands push on his shoulders and Daniel feels himself being guided to sit on the bed. He’s been here before, before it was here. Back when it was shared motel rooms. He’s been on Yuta’s bed before. It isn’t a big deal. Daniel feels his pulse picking up.
A part of him he tries to push down every day, every second wants to take stock of every single detail in the room. Everything Yuta chose to allow in his space. Wants to memorise all of it. Understand how he can use it to mould himself just right. That part of him fades away to nothing when Yuta climbs into his lap casually as if this is something they do everyday. As if Daniel’s life is a dream, a fairytale where the boy gets everything he wants without clawing and bleeding for it first.
Daniel inhales sharply and then the fear hits him. What if he moves and the bubble pops? What if whatever magic or delusion or god knows what that’s allowing this to happen is destroyed by him exhaling? He can’t risk that. He looks up at Yuta instead, drinks in the shine in his dark eyes. He’s smiling, carefree while he’s inflicting a beloved torture on Daniel. He’s seemed happier to Daniel the past few weeks. The younger man is desperate to chalk that up to his own presence in their miserable, closed off world but doesn’t dare. He isn’t that important. Not to Yuta. Not like He is.
“Hey. Danny? Hello? This not okay?” Yuta is waving a hand in his face. Yuta is. Yuta is sat in his lap, thighs straddling him. Yuta has an arm tossed around Daniel’s neck. Yuta is calling him Danny again. Yuta is so close he could kiss him. Yuta is waving a hand in his face. Yuta is asking him something.
“I. Um. What do you need?” His throat is dry. Yuta laughs and he feels it ripple through his body, their chests almost touching. Almost.
“I need your mouth on me.”
Yuta looks like he’s trying to hold back the laughter, lip pulled between his teeth but the smile is still breaking through. Daniel is still unwilling to move his hands from where they are sweating palms down on the comforter. He wants to feel Yuta’s hips under his hands again. Wants to feel everything again. Wants everything.
“Uh. I. Mox?” It’s asking too much of him to articulate more than this. The smell of cherries and smoke is clouding his mind. The tobacco scent isn’t new. Yuta always had a knack for hanging off older men with bad habits. Men who wouldn’t be happy with Daniel taking what he wants, what’s being offered to him. Men who Daniel is doing everything possible to please.
Yuta rises to his knees. The weight on Daniel’s lap is gone and he feels untethered instantly, despite the arms around his neck. There’s a relaxed smile on Yuta’s face as he stretches his spine before sitting back down, wiggling more than purposefully grinding as he does. It does nothing to help the way Daniel’s cock is steadily fattening up. “Personally recommend you for the job. Come on, I know you know how. Help a guy out?”
“I.” He starts but then Yuta pouts and he forgets whatever it was he was going to mumble out. He isn’t entirely sure he ever knew.
“Want me to beg for you? Wanna hear the man who beat you for the belt beg you to eat him out?” He can taste the mint of Yuta’s breath, can feel it against his lips as he speaks. He could close the inch wide gap that remains between. He could. He won’t.
“I beat you too.” It’s nothing more than an exhale, can’t coax his voice to comply for more than a whisper. It’s enough to stoke the fire in Yuta.
“Yeah? Come on, show me champ. Like we used to. Please, Danny.” Brown eyes are pleading as sharp teeth bite at Daniel’s bottom lip. Yuta gives it a tiny lick, far too quick to soothe but enough to ignite. Daniel doesn’t close the gap that has reappeared. Yuta doesn’t close it. Daniel isn’t granted the opportunity to kiss him. Not even for a second.
Yuta is swinging a leg off Daniel and rotating himself so he can comfortably lay back on his bed. The thick black Death Riders hoodie stays on but he makes quick work of losing the basketball shorts and briefs he had on. The sight of Yuta’s open legs is enough to crumble the last of Daniel’s resolve. He already has a hand on himself and is arching up but his fingers don’t move inside. They don’t part the pretty pink lips Daniel knows are hidden. His hand is cupping his pussy gently while his hips rock back and forth but even that is enough to produce little whines from deep within Yuta’s chest. Daniel can’t hold back anymore. He won’t.
Laying on his front between Yuta’s legs feels like coming home after years away. He’d been lost at sea but he’s back now. He’s home. He wants to dive forward and eat like a starved man. He wants to savour every mouthful like a man who knows there’s no telling when the next opportunity will present itself. He raises Yuta’s left ankle and places a kiss just below the bone. He bites at his calves, licks at the sweat starting to bead behind Yuta’s knee before placing one on his shoulder. His hands go to Yuta’s slim hips and stop him grinding against his palm which gets an instant irritated huff of air as he tries pushing back unsuccessfully. Daniel is sucking bruises on his thighs now while praising God for Yuta choosing to abandon the trunks early on in his career. He’s free to leave all the marks he wants. Yuta isn’t stopping him so he has no intention to stop. Although he tries bucking his hips a few more times and whining Daniel’s name to get him to speed it up, Yuta doesn’t really stop his exploration. Not until he pushes at the hoodie Yuta still has on. Strong hands grab his wrists and the soft, thick material is pulled back down, leaving the v of his hips visible.
Daniel feels the fear spike again. Don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it, don’t let it end. He keeps his hands where Yuta allows them and doubles his efforts in making this worth it, in making Daniel worth it. He parts his lips and quickly licks a stripe with the flat of his tongue. He’s rewarded with a hiss. He lets his tongue explore every inch of his familiar home, a home he hadn’t seen or been granted access to for years. He sucks at his clit gently and the thrill of hearing Yuta cry out makes his spine tingle. Daniel works his tongue slowly into his tight hole, the taste of salt overwhelming him in the best possible way. He feels like he’s floating. He’s flying. He’s in love. Has been in love for some time. We don’t talk about that. He eases his tongue back out and circles his clit again, eliciting the sweetest sounds from Yuta’s mouth. Daniel glances up and sees the way Yuta arches his back almost like when he’s bridging in the ring. Except he doesn’t moan like this in the ring. Doesn’t thread his hands through his opponent’s hair and run his fingernails across their scalp. He keeps alternating between licking and sucking Yuta’s clit until he hears him scream and feels his already damp face get wetter. He licks him clean as he listens to Yuta panting. Gulps in air as Yuta’s hand goes slack on his head.
“More. Gimme your fingers.” Daniel will never deny him. He’s wet enough that the slide will be easy without it but he’s not losing out on the chance. He places his hand up to Yuta’s mouth and lets him get his fingers wet while he keeps sucking at his sensitive clit. The warmth of Yuta’s mouth around his fingers does more to Daniel than he cares to admit. He grinds into the mattress once before refocusing on the task at hand. Pulling his fingers out of Yuta’s mouth, he draws another long whine out of him in the process. It soon becomes a plea as Danny places one fingertip against Yuta’s hole. He presses inside while sucking hard and delights in the way he feels Yuta’s thighs shake. A few more moments pass as he fucks him with one finger before Yuta is begging for more and Daniel is more than happy to oblige. He gives him two and crooks his fingers like remembers Yuta going stupid for. It has the same effect it always had. His tongue and fingers move in sync, solely focused on getting Yuta to scream louder, shake harder, sweat more. It’s not long before he’s squirting against Daniel’s tongue. He drinks like he’d been abandoned in a desert.
He slows the pace somewhat but doesn’t let up and Yuta doesn’t ask him to. In fact, he wants more and Daniel is here to provide.
“Pretty when he begs, ain’t he?”
There’s a voice that shouldn’t be here. A voice that’s not Yuta’s soft gasps or keens. A voice that isn’t Daniel groaning into Yuta’s warmth. A voice that exists outside of Daniel’s alter. Outside the safety of his church. A voice that rasps and mocks and instils fear. A voice he doesn’t want to penetrate the fragile world Daniel is clinging to. Daniel doesn’t let it. Pretends he doesn’t hear it. Sucks harder.
“Mm. Mox? Mox. Need you in me. Mox.” Yuta had been gazing at the ceiling as he recovered from his second orgasm but the voice. He heard the voice. He recognised it. Wants more.
“Not a lot of room right now, puppy.” There’s a laugh that doesn’t feel like home. There’s footsteps and a dip in the bed. There’s the sound of kissing above him that he refuses to allow to slow him down. He has a purpose down here. He was chosen. He was needed. Yuta gasps into Mox’s mouth when Daniel fucks two fingers into him.
“Need you. Need you, please. Mox. Please.” Yuta is begging. Yuta said he would beg. Yuta said he would beg Daniel.
There’s another kiss and the bed jolts again. Daniel does not allow it distract him. “Alright, kid. You heard him.” Daniel isn’t listening. He’s needed here. He’s needed by Yuta. He’s needed. “Hey. Heel. Bad dog.” Mox doesn’t care that Daniel has been waiting to be allowed this chance to worship for years now. Mox doesn’t care that Daniel is far better for Yuta than he could ever be. Mox doesn’t care that Daniel feels his chest caving in as he is pulled up by his hair, mouth and chin dripping wet, tongue still lolling out. Mox doesn’t care that Yuta is whining again, almost sobbing now. “Go on now.”
Daniel is pushed back in the direction of the door, his view of Yuta being partly obscured by Mox removing his belt. He still catches a glimpse of Yuta pulling his hoodie off before he tumbles out the door. Leaning heavily against the wall outside their bedroom, he takes a slow breath. Shaky hands pull the door shut before making his way into his own room, only one relatively thin wall apart.
His cock is painfully hard and leaking when he pushes his shorts down. It takes three strokes and the sound of Mox’s name on Yuta’s lips for Daniel to come into his own fist. Alone.