John

[london_spy]

Danny had been thinking about texting John all day, but as the sun vanished beyond the horizon he finally sat down on the edge of the bed with his phone. He wrote a message- Then deleted it. Then another, which he also deleted.

Finally he wrote something he didn't hate.

<i>Come over.</i>

Two words, nothing more. He just hoped John replied.

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[petty_dabbler]

"Will you ride me?" John asked. Danny was just so bloody pretty and he loved any excuse to watch him.

[london_spy]

Danny nodded a little, still nipping at skin.

"Yeah- Yes, yeah," he babbled softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Dirty boy," he teased, low and rough. He found warm skin and kissed, delighting in the very taste of him.

[london_spy]

"Wicked old bastard," Danny purred in return, carefully rolling them over and reaching blindly for the lube.

[petty_dabbler]

"Well, it's not a lie," he chuckled, curling one arm behind his head. John studied Danny. The low light shadowed his features making him look years younger. It'd be nice if the light was so kind to him.

"You're beautiful, you know," he said while Danny grabbed the tube.

[london_spy]

"I used to be," Danny said, slicking his fingers and looking lost in thought for a moment. "I could pull anyone, and everyone wanted to pull me. I was fun. ...People like you, when you're fun."

Lifting up a little, he closed his eyes as he started to prepare himself.

[petty_dabbler]

John wet his lips as he watched him, his cock jerking with anticipation.

"You're the most fun I've had in a long time," he said softly. "And I do like you." He paused. "A lot."

[london_spy]

"I like you too," Danny panted, prepping himself a little more before finally moving to properly straddle John's hips.

"...Like you a lot," he added softly.

[petty_dabbler]

John held the root and groaned as he slid in slowly.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Danny...God, fuck..."

[london_spy]

Danny lowered himself slowly, gasping and then groaning as John filled him.

"Fuck," he gasped in return, bracing himself against the other man's chest with one hand, his nails digging in lightly.

[petty_dabbler]

When he finally got his sense back, John reached up to hold the round of Danny's shoulders.

"You feel so good, love," he said as his eyes rolled and closed.

[london_spy]

"So do you," Danny panted, starting to lift and fall at a slow and steady pace. "You feel good, John. You feel perfect."

[petty_dabbler]

"Jesus, that's good," he panted as he rose to meet him. John had had so many lovers but Danny...was remarkable. John hadn't met anyone who used their body so well.

[london_spy]

John was such a mystery, and for all Danny liked him, chipping away at his facade was familiar in an uncomfortable way. Part of him was tired of secrets and mystery.

But this? Sex. Sex Danny could do. He could be someone's escape. A brief fantasy.

[petty_dabbler]

Danny moved just right and John moaned wantonly. He brought a knee up and dug his foot into the bed while he held Danny's hips.

"You're gonna end me," he gasped.

[london_spy]

"I can stop if you want," Danny taunted as he started to touch himself. "You have to tell me if it's too much, old man..."

[petty_dabbler]

"Cheeky little asshole," John replied, laughing just a little. He focused on Danny's eyes and his teeth flashed in the dark. "Whatever you do, don't stop."

[london_spy]

Danny moaned, his hand moving faster to match his place as he rode the other man.

"Whatever you want," he murmured, eyes on John as he started to chase his own pleasure.

[petty_dabbler]

John was never going to last. No shame in that, he'd done his best. So he couldn't go all night like he had when he'd been twenty. There was also a lot less cocaine in his life now.

"I'm...I can't," he panted, gripping Danny's hips tightly and rising faster, aching to get just that much closer...a little bit more...

[london_spy]

Danny could read every gasp, every breath, and he moved his hand faster, trying to time it so they both came undone at once.

"It's okay," he panted. "It's good. I want you to..."

[petty_dabbler]

Chills raced beneath his skin even as sweat beaded on his brow and made his spine itch. Nothing enough to stop him, though. John forced himself to open his eyes to watch him.

"Danny," he managed, then bit his bottom lip to try to hold back. There was no hope for it. Mere moments later he was digging his fingertips hard into Danny's supple flesh as his pleasure hit him hard and he drove in deep, spilling with a rough cry.

[london_spy]

Danny swore softly, tumbling after him moments later. It wasn't elegant, none of this was- But it was raw and perfect in it's own way, and as the pleasure crashed through him he contorted himself to lean over and kiss John soundly.

[petty_dabbler]

He instantly let go of Danny's hips to take hold of his face. He kissed him, too spent to be anything but clumsy. Once he'd come he flagged quickly and he felt himself slipping.

"Urf, sorry," he mumbled, reaching down to catch himself before he lost the condom.

Classy, John.

[london_spy]

Danny climbed off carefully, stroking John's arm before getting up to clean up and dispose of his own condom.

He returned shortly after, pulling on his pyjama bottoms and crawling into bed again.

"You staying?" he asked softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"I'd like to, if it's not a bother," he said. He slept so well with Danny in the bed. He didn't want to be that asshole who didn't take a hint to go, though.