the yes from daniel's lips nearly brought corbyn to his knees, but the brunet man forced his body to slow down and take daniel's mouth with the time he wanted to give the rest of his body.
brushing his lips across daniel's, corbyn smiled when the blond sigh mingled with his. applying more pressure, he licked the seam of the blue eyed man mouth and coaxed entry. hesitant at first, as if daniel'd never kissed before, he trembled against corbyn. after a brief moment, daniel softened and opened. the second their tongues met, sanity was a memory.
corbyn dove in, exploring him in ways he'd only fantasized. daniel met him match for match, warring for possession of the kiss. the taste of the wine daniel drank hit corbyn's tongue, the scent of rain floated in his head.
fuck. corbyn knew daniel'd be his downfall. he pressed his hips to his, pinning daniel to the balcony door and sliding his hands under his sweater, up his sides to brush his thumbs over his chest.
daniel moaned, arching into corbyn's touch and fisting his fingers in his brown hair.
much as corbyn wanted to strip daniel bare and do this up against the glass, he needed him horizontal and needed it now. or yesterday. or, hell, for years.
grabbing the backs of his thighs, corbyn lifted him. without breaking the kiss, daniel wrapped his legs around corbyn's hips and ground his heat into his erection through their clothing. the sensation brought new meaning to seeing stars.
blind, corbyn stumbled across the living room floor, debated whether to give up and lay daniel out right there, and climbed the step leading to his master bedroom. feet dragging on the carpet, he pulled his mouth from daniel's to breathe and shoved his face into the crook of his neck.
smells so good, thought the brunet man.
they fell sideways onto the bed, corbyn on top. the sight of daniel that way brought a lump to his throat. he wanted his camera almost as much as he wanted daniel. he leaned down to kiss him again when daniel stilled under him, blue eyes wide in...
fear? what could i possibly have done to put panic in his eyes?
"daniel?"
daniel made a sound of duress and scrambled out from under him, to the headboard and off the bed, backing himself against the wall. though his hands trembled, daniel fisted them in an apparent attempt to stop. it wasn't working.
on his knees, corbyn froze with his palms raised in the universal gesture for i give.
seconds ticked by. painful, confusing seconds. the blood roaring through corbyn's veins and his still hard erection made thought obsolete. but as time passed, his brain started clicking. desire melded into worry and morphed into rage.
"i'm sorry," daniel whispered and pressed a palm to his forehead, avoiding his green gaze.
"don't be sorry. explain." because if daniel didn't start talking soon, he was going on a rampage of epic proportions. starting with every man daniel ever fucked, until he found the one who'd done this to him. people didn't go from white hot need to blinding terror without a reason.
closing his blue eyes, he blew out a breath. "wait here a minute. i'll be right back."
when corbyn's jaw dropped, daniel stepped from the room. the burnt man sat back on his haunches, trying but failing to process. when daniel came back, he clutched his coat to his chest. shifting position, corbyn sat on the edge of the bed and glanced around.
