Honey Drip // Danny Wagner

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 "We're not doing this right now," Danny said as I shut the door of the stranger's bedroom behind us, the whole room just barely dimly lit by the open blinds which allowed the porch lights to stream in.

I shoved him back with two fingers against his chest and he backed against the wall.

"You don't want to?" I asked. I was a little drunk--I had a couple of shots and was feeling bold and my covert teasing of Danny at the party hadn't sufficed so, with him also being tipsy, it hadn't been difficult to pull him into the homeowner's bedroom.

Danny sighed as I pressed myself against him. "I don't know if I wanna do anything in this bedroom," he said. "Whose house is this anyway?"

"You tell me, you're the one who dragged me here," I reminded him, running my fingers through his hair.

"That's only because Sam dragged me here," Danny replied and put his hands on my waist.

I smiled. "Come on, Daniel," I teased. "You don't think it'd be a little thrilling?"

"Thrilling?"

"Yeah, thrilling."

I laced my fingers through his hair again and kissed his neck as my hand traveled to the fly of his pants. I popped it open and unzipped, allowing my hand to dive freely past the barrier, cupping Danny through his boxers. He felt warm and a little hard and I smiled at the feeling, my lips still against his neck, breathing in the scent of alcohol and sweet shampoo.

"Jeez," Danny breathed but he didn't resist.

"It's not like this is anything new, right?" I asked, slipping my hand underneath his boxers. "It's just a different location."

Danny closed his eyes. "Can people from outside see in?"

I glanced at the windows. "I don't think so. Don't even think about it," I told him and started to stroke. The more Danny tried to stifle his moans, the more turned on I got, and still I could feel himself getting harder in my hand. I dropped to my knees and started to pull his pants down, no longer feeling like waiting for either of us to reach a level of comfort that might not even come.

"Does the door lock?" Danny asked.

"No, but if it makes you feel better, we can go right here," I said and gently pushed him against it, making the doorknob rattle. Danny's lower half was exposed then and I held him in my hand as I licked from base to tip, his hands grabbing my hair.

Once I got a little more momentum with him completely in my mouth, Danny moaned a single "fuck" and pulled my hair harder, coercing me onto him even further. I gagged a little but kept going, working steadily. Danny was in fact pretty well-endowed, although it seemed like he never paid that any mind, and I sometimes got a kick out of how he didn't accurately gauge my own threshold during blowjobs. Even still, he was always gentle and controlled, sometimes even hesitant, and I found myself taking the lead more often than not. I didn't mind--I thought it was fun, for the most part anyhow.

I kept sucking, focusing on the sensitive, slick head for a minute as I gripped his shaft with my right hand and had my left hand resting on his lower abdomen, feeling his deep breaths as he moaned quietly above me. Then his fingers were gripping my hair hard at the root and his breathing quickened.

"Oh fuck," Danny uttered.

Mercilessly I continued, the saliva all on him acting as the perfect lube to go even harder around his shaft with my tongue, back up to circle the head and prod his slid. He cursed again and pulled at my hair a little as he came, the heat filling my mouth and running down my throat. I pulled back, slowing down, and let him ride it out, his hands slowly falling away from me.