Chapter Twenty-Six
Danny hummed happily as he woke to being kissed, reaching out to pull Eliot closer. He was quickly getting used to this, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted it to end.
He still had a few weeks of recovery to go, and Eliot had promised he’d stick around until he was completely back on his feet, but Danny didn’t want him to go then, either. It was probably too soon to ask him to move in, but that wasn’t stopping him from thinking about it anyway.
“Good morning,” Eliot sing-songed, bringing him back to the present. “You obviously feel better,” he added, skimming his hand down Danny’s stomach to wrap his fingers around his cock.
Danny grunted, rocking into Eliot’s grip automatically. It had been too long since Eliot had touched him like this. Even the barest brush of his fingers was enough to make Danny feel needy and desperate.
“A lot better with your hand there,” Danny agreed, darting in for another kiss. He nibbled on Eliot’s lip, moaning happily into his mouth as his grip tightened. He was so ready for this. Any contact he could get, he was ready for.
Eliot nudged him gently to lie on his back, lifting himself up and climbing on top of Danny, settling himself on Danny’s hips. It was a good angle for him, and he could see now that Eliot was hard as well.
Nothing encouraged him to recover quickly more than the thought of getting to have a ton of sex with Eliot.
“Are you up to this?” Eliot asked. “Because it’s okay if you’re not.”
“I’m up to it,” Danny assured him. Hedidfeel better. He wasn’t in nearly as much pain this morning, and his cock obviously knew what it wanted.
Eliot grinned at him. “Good.”
He grabbed Danny’s cock again, putting just a little pressure under the head with his thumb. A jolt of arousal hit Danny square in the gut, his cock twitching in Eliot’s hand.
Laughing softly, Eliot twisted his wrist, making Danny’s hips jerk up for more contact, more friction, more anything. Anything Eliot would give him, he wanted more of it.
Danny watched eagerly as Eliot picked up a foil packet. “I took the liberty of stretching myself before I woke you,” he said, tearing the packet open and rolling the condom down Danny’s cock with one fluid motion.
“Don’t expect this treatment all the time,” he added, rocking his hips against Danny’s, their cocks brushing against each other and sending little sparks of pleasure directly to Danny’s balls, making his breath hitch. “This is just because you’re recovering.”
“You’re a good boyfriend,” Danny said, unable to keep his eyes off Eliot. Every time he looked at him, he remembered all over again how in love with him he was. How much he always wanted it to be like this.
Eliot chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Danny again as he adjusted his position. He wriggled his hips so that the head of Danny’s cock pressed up against his entrance, tantalizingly close, the heat of his body making Danny even harder, but at the wrong angle for Danny to do anything about it. He was completely at Eliot’s mercy.
That… that was kind of hot. Eliot had proved himself to be good at taking charge, and Danny didn’t mind handing the reins over at all. It was nice to be taken care of for once.
Of course, Eliot had always taken care of him, like no one else ever had. That meant everything to him.
Danny put one hand on Eliot’s hip and the other on his thigh, putting just a little pressure on him in the hopes that he’d rock back, take Danny’s cock into his warmth and tightness and let him bask in feeling loved and wanted.
“Patience,” Eliot murmured, kissing his way up Danny’s jaw, brushing his nose against the sensitive skin of his neck. The soft touch sent a shiver down Danny’s spine, Eliot’s breath making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Danny’s stomach was already tense, his thighs tight, desperate to sink his cock into Eliot’s body. He would have done anything to speed it up. Eliot had a way of making him desperate, of getting him to beg.
He was starting to suspect that Eliot liked it when he begged.
That was kind of hot, too.
“Want you,” Danny complained, ignoring the whine in his own voice. He was needy enough to roll with it, and he wanted Eliot badly enough right now to do whatever it took.
“I know,” Eliot whispered in his ear, rocking his hips back and forth so that Danny’s cock brushed against him again, the head of his cock catching on Eliot’s skin. He was so close, but still so far.
Danny bit down on his lip as the torture continued, closing his eyes so he could feel himself rubbing against the soft skin between Eliot’s thighs, nudging the entrance to where he really wanted to be.
Eliot laughed softly, then sat back up again, angling himself so that this time, the head of Danny’s cock slipped inside him. Danny bit down on his lip as Eliot held his position, unable to move and unwilling to do anything to force Eliot.
The sudden heat and pressure was overwhelming, even only an inch or so inside Eliot’s body. Danny couldn’t remember if he’d been this hot before, but he must have been. Maybe he was just more desperate now, more needy.
Eliot settled down onto Danny’s hips, taking his cock inch by inch in one long, painfully slow movement. Danny squirmed, held in place by Eliot’s body and his own injury, only able to rock his hips the smallest amount. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, need and frustration making him feel as though he was going to burst before they even got started.
