Once Eliot was fully seated, his soft, strong thighs pressing into Danny’s sides, Danny’s cock was all the way inside him, as far as it could possibly go in this position.
Eliot paused, biting down on his own lip and wriggling his hips side to side. Adjusting, Danny realized.
He was gorgeous, sitting on top of Danny’s hips like he belonged there and getting used to Danny’s cock. Eliot’s own cock was still hard, curving up toward his belly, a bead of precome forming at the tip of the head.
Danny licked his lips. He couldn’t focus on anything else past the way Eliot felt, too hot and too tight, so much more than he remembered. Than heeverremembered.
“I waited a little too long.” Eliot smiled wryly. “Or maybe I should say I forgot how big you are?”
Danny laughed at that. The way Eliot had said it was soEliotthat he couldn’t help but love it, even if he was teasing.
“Take your time,” Danny said softly, rubbing circles into Eliot’s hip with his thumb. Now that he was where he wanted to be, he didn’t care if Eliot stayed in this position all day. He was happy to roll his hips in the tiny circle he could manage, rock back and forth, enjoy the contact, the closeness.
“Oh, I intend to.” Eliot wet his lips slowly, bracing himself on Danny’s chest, splaying his fingers out. “We never got to have victory sex.”
Chuckling, Danny moved one hand to Eliot’s stomach, laying it next to his cock without touching it. If Eliot was going to tease him, he was going to tease right back. He waited until Eliot looked down, then reached out with his thumb, just barely brushing the tip of it against the underside of Eliot’s cock.
Eliot gasped, a sharp intake of breath that made his whole body jolt, just a little. Just enough to let Danny know that he wasn’t the only one who was impossibly turned on right now.
“We’re gonna have a ton of victories,” Danny promised.
“You and me against the world?” Eliot asked, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate circle.
“Something like that,” Danny murmured absently, too busy watching Eliot’s hips move to concentrate on the conversation anymore. The movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, rippling deep in his gut and all the way up his spine. He would have liked to pretend he was something other than completely desperate, completely at Eliot’s mercy and definitely ready to beg, but he wasn’t.
Eliot had him in the palm of his hand, and that was okay. For once in his life, Danny was sure he’d found someone he could trust. Someone who loved him for who he was. Someone who’d never do anything to hurt him.
Sometimes, he was so in love with Eliot that it hurt. This was one of those times.
Danny watched eagerly as Eliot leaned back, positioning himself for better leverage. His hips started moving again, bigger circles this time, just barely enough friction to make Danny squirm under him, wanting more, faster, harder.
Squirming was all he reallycoulddo, and Eliot clearly knew it.
Heat pooled in Danny’s gut as he watched Eliot begin to ride him in earnest. He was beautiful, his movements elegant and calculated, his chest heaving and a pink flush spreading over his skin.
The urge to flip him over and fuck him, make him gasp and moan on Danny’s terms instead, was almost overwhelming. Only knowing that he couldn’t physically do it right now stopped Danny from trying.
Instead, Danny gripped Eliot’s hips a little tighter, taking some of his weight as he lifted himself up. He watched as Eliot curled his fingers around his own cock, matching the timing of his strokes to his hips, speeding up steadily as he touched himself.
Danny stared, mesmerized, all of his senses on fire. He could hear every gasp, every moan, every soft exhale Eliot made, feel his muscles tensing around him. There was too much to take in, too much going on, but Danny didn’t want any of it to stop.
He wanted more, and he wanted to come, and he wanted to make Eliot come, too.
Reaching out, Danny nudged Eliot’s hand out of the way and replaced it, wrapping his own fingers around Eliot’s cock instead. Eliot laughed, soft and breathless, and moved Danny’s hand to exactly where he wanted it, unafraid to take control.
The heat of Eliot’s cock in his hand was as good as the heat of his body. Better, even. Knowing that this got Eliot hard, got him off, that was amazing.
“I could get used to having you like this,” he said, panting heavily. “I really like being able to have my way with you.”
“Anytime,” Danny promised. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, the familiar tightness making him want to thrust hard into Eliot’s body. In this position, though, all he could do was let Eliot do all the work.
Thankfully, Eliot seemed to be getting close, too. He braced himself against Danny’s chest again, lower this time, digging his fingers into Danny’s flesh as he sped up, groaning with every downward stroke, taking Danny’s cock over and over.
Danny’s head spun with the sensory overload, forcing him to close his eyes. He could hear every sound Eliot made even more clearly now, every tiny gasp and moan amplified a hundred times.
Eliot was so tight around him, so hot that it was almost too much. Danny could feel himself racing toward coming, unsure now how he’d been able to hold out for so long. He rocked his hips to meet Eliot’s thrusts, ignoring the twinge in his knee as he moved just a little too much, just a little too hard.
Pain didn’t matter for the moment. All that mattered was Eliot, and how good he felt, and how close he was to coming. Danny couldn’t stop himself moaning deeply with every one of Eliot’s strokes, right on the edge and ready to come any second.
