( embry's always catching him off guard somehow, which seems backward or maybe that's karma circling back around for him, unkindly reminding him that he's not the only unpredictable anomaly in this godforsaken house. the point of this game wasn't for embry to see him at all, so when the door swings open and he's dragged inside, he's struck too stupid to even react until his fly's unzipped, cock out and then gone again into a warm mouth like a hat trick.

danny's hips stutter forward, fucking his cock halfway down his throat on pure reflex. he pockets his phone before he drops it and slides his hand into embry's thick hair, white-knuckling to his scalp. )

Nah. ( fuck, what a mouth. he's halfway between a whine and a rasp, bridling his thumb into the corner of embry's mouth and pulling down on his teeth, feeding him more of his dick, every fat and getting fatter by the second inch on his tongue, in his spasming cunt of an esophagus. he rolls his hips loosely. ) You ain't my daddy, but you are a fucked up fuckin' slut just like him, ain't you?

( just like danny, like father like son. danny knocks a boot heel against embry's knee, spreading his thighs wider, into a little slut sprawl. )

Take out your dick. Let me see it.