corbyn stood and wrapped his arms around daniel's waist before the blonde could fall. half carrying, half dragging daniel, corbyn stumbled backward into the living room until his calves hit a chair and he collapsed with daniel straddling him.
daniel buried his face in corbyn's neck and then the brunet man remembered, almost too late, to keep his hands on the chair. and not in daniel's body.
the blue eyed man licked his neck, sucking his way to corbyn's jaw. his hands fumbled with the elastic of corbyn's pajama, tugging them down. the brunet raised his hips in assistance until the bottoms pooled at his ankles. and then daniel had him in daniel hands, stroking with the perfect amount of pressure to make the world stop.
"oh yes, baby."
he pushed a few strands of hair away from daniel's face and set his hands on the blonde's thighs. when daniel didn't object, corbyn slid them up his belly. either daniel was lost in what he was doing or the touch didn't bother him. wishing he could get a better handle on daniel triggers, corbyn caressed daniel's body, warily watching him to make sure he didn't push too far.
he ran the rough pads of his thumbs over daniel's nipples and the blonde sucked in a breath, stilling, eyes closed tight. he froze, waiting on a cue from daniel.
his blue eyes flew open, hands leaving his cock to cup his jaw. daniel stared down at him, gaze searching, corbyn wished he could read daniel. the younger one rose up, keeping his gaze transfixed to him, and aligned their bodies for him to enter.
he held his breath as daniel paused, suspending them between pain and bliss. and then daniel lowered his hips, taking him to the root. if corbyn were the kind of man who cry, he may have done it right then. daniel was his first lover not using a condom, and the words to describe the full sensation of daniel tight walls along his shaft hadn't been invented. there were none.
daniel hands dropped to his shoulders and held tight. he released a measured sigh, as if remembering he was supposed to breathe. then his blue eyes drifted shut and he head fell back, exposing his throat. a thrust of his hips and corbyn was snapped from his haze.
one hand splayed on daniel's back to support him, he worked the other between them to where their bodies joined and circled daniel's point of pleasure.
daniel cried out, clamping around the brunet and thrusting with more force. corbyn rose up to meet daniel, burying himself deeper every time and still never deep enough. daniel's fingers fisted in his brunet hair, nails raking his scalp.
fucking love that.
bringing his mouth over daniel's chest, corbyn sucked, swirling his tongue around the nipple and biting gently. his arms banded behind daniel's back, holding the younger to him so he could give the other breast equal attention.
their movements grew frenzied, bodies slapping and breaths soughed and untamed sounds that just drove him even closer to the brink. just as he was about to beg daniel to come so he could plunge, daniel quaked in his arms. corbyn drove twice more and stilled, face buried in daniel's shoulder and mouth wide mid-bite. the roar as he came was muffled by daniel skin, but he felt it all the way to his toes.
daniel collapsed onto his chest. unable to do more than lean back, corbyn ran his hand up the delicate curve of daniel spine.
