𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 Λ dorbyn [2]

tres

warning: daniel will still be brunette in this story. also this chapter contains a lot of smut.

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the blond lowered his head again, and his tongue had barely flicked over daniel's nipple when the brunette boy twitched and cried out in sharp pleasure.

"what do you need?" the blond mumbled over daniel's skin, wanting to hear him say it.

"i need you to touch me, but you won't." answered daniel.

corbyn carefully eased down daniel's pajama pants, pushing them down his legs until he was naked except for his pale blue boxer. "oh honey, i will," he murmured. "i will."

easing open daniel's legs, corbyn felt another deep thrill at the sight of the damp spot on the thin fabric. it still awed him that daniel wanted him so much. not just the way corbyn made him feel, but him. who he was.

he stroked his hands up and down daniel's legs. then corbyn leaned over and trailed his lips up his leg and inner thigh. daniel's panting grew more intense as the blond moved closer to where he wanted him. he stopped at the edge of daniel's boxers and gave him a few light nibbles, but he didn't proceed any farther.

"corbs, please, now."

corbyn was intoxicated by the rough need in daniel's voice and the deep, familiar scent of his arousal. his erection was almost painful now, but it was a pain that spurred him on, distracted him from the shuddering in his chest.

"tell me what you want." he needed to hear it, needed to hear all of it.

"touch me," daniel begged, fisting his hands in the sheet. "or use your mouth. or fuck me. or something. just do it quickly."

corbyn nuzzled the wet spot, and daniel gave a harsh cry of pleasure and tried to grind himself against corbyn's face. corbyn held him firmly by the hips to keep him still and lightly nudged at his arousal once more.

daniel's arms shot up to clutch at the headboard, and he mumbled in soft, broken tones. "please, corbs, please. now, please."

corbyn had to close his eyes to control his throbbing erection as his fiancé spoke. when he opened them again, he grabbed daniel's boxers in both hands and, with a savage yank, ripped them at the seam. he used to do that kind of thing all the time to give his clients a thrill, but he'd never done it with daniel before.

daniel cried out in both surprise and delight at this primal gesture and whispered, "yeah, babe. good. now."

he pulled the torn fabric away from daniel's skin, baring him completely to corbyn's gaze.

"now what?" he asked, his voice sounded more strangled than he would have liked. his face hovered just above his cock.

daniel bent his legs at the knee and pulled them up, opening himselñf to corbyn more completely. "use your mouth," he choked, raising his head slightly so he could see what corbyn was doing. "please, corbs. use your mouth."

and so he did. his tongue lapped at the warm flesh, tasting his desire.

daniel had immediately started pumping his hips, trying to establish a satisfying rhythm. but corbyn grabbed him again and held him still as corbyn nuzzled him and fluttered his tongue. his cock pressed into the mattress now, and he was briefly afraid that he'd lose it completely when daniel started urging him incoherently to continue. daniel was fighting corbyn's grip on his hips. daniel'd been quiet when corbyn'd first done this to him, some months ago now. he trusted him completely now. for some reason, that was the thought that stretched corbyn's control to the breaking point.