Why don't we imagines book two

Just imagine -daniel

Imagine after a long day at the studio, Daniel gets in the shower to relax his muscles but no matter how he massaged his shoulder blades or how hot the water was it seem as though he just couldn't relax.

That was until the sinful idea popped into his head, he thought of him touching himself made him think of you. The thought of you late at night, laying down in bed with him to do some un-holy things got him going every time.

The way your body tenses when he drags his finger down your bare stomach, just imaging that movement had his running his hand against his hard shaft, keeping his moaning down so the guys didn't heard him through the wall.

It was way too late to have called you over for a fuck, but he might call for you to come cuddle him.

With one hand on the wall and his head throw back, his eyes closed and imaging you doing the same thing as he was, your hands on your body. He so badly wanted to watch you suck him off.

The thought of you taking his cock in your mouth had him biting his bottom lip trying his hardest not to moan out your name while speeding up his pace and thrusting his hand to meet that pace. His grip had gotten slightly tighter.

His squeezing tighter on the base of his shaft, like you would have done if it were you doing this to him, your name slipped past his lips in a whisper.

He thought back to the way you moan his name, the way he pulls on your hair and you just scream his name like no one else. The way you clench around him when you two haven't been with each other in a while, how no matter what you can always take what gives you.

His hand went faster as he could feel himself approaching his release, thinking back to the other day, how he had you hand cuffed to the bed frame and blindfolded made him reach what he was waiting for.

As he calm down from his seeing stars state, he finished showering and stepped out, getting a towel around his wait and laying on his bed, he texted you and asked you to come cuddle him before he passed out.

Once you got there, you giggled, him spread out on his bed in only a towel.