( 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. )
[ it manifestly does not; it's the most vanilla thing he's ever done, even with danny mannerlessly trying to choke him, but he likes it like that, eye-wateringly rough. the kinds of things he's let ash do to him, though, that does make him a fucked up fucking slut. he can't even detail the limits ash has pushed him past because he doesn't have any limits with him, doesn't have anything but thorny love and blistering need when it comes to ash, so yeah, he lets him flog him and fuck him and use him in any way he wants, for hours in bed or stolen minutes in the oval office. it doesn't matter where. he'd do it in hell with ash, if he asked.
embry's throat closes around danny's fat cock, counting the seconds he can't breathe with each bob of his head before he pulls back with a ragged sigh, a flush high in his cheeks. he braces a hand around danny's ankle, sucking his piercing into his mouth while his teeth clink against metal, toying at it with his tongue. ]
You've already seen it. [ he's hard again despite his best intentions, unzipping himself and curling his fingers around his flushed cock, rosy and pert against his palm. danny's wet cock touches his lips again, warm breath against spit-slick skin. ] We're not fucking again, since it was such a big mistake.
( casually, ) No, that makes you a faggot. ( danny flexes his hand in embry's hair, palm skating back to cradle his skull and squeeze. ) Opening the door is what made you a slut.
( inviting danny into his room makes him a slut. knotting a man's dick up with his own tie makes him a slut. but he's a slut who knows how to use his tongue, at least. danny's throat clenches around a jesus christ, hips tilting, his piercing xylophone clinking over his teeth on the way out. the vice-president of the united states of america seems like the kind of guy who knows how to take a throatfucking, so that's what danny decides to give him, as his present: both hands on his face, blunt thumbnails fanning through his bottom lashes as he reins him in and funnels his dick back into his mouth, down his hot fuckdoll throat. )
Oh, fuck. ( shoulders shaking, bowing forward. conversely, danny's the kind of guy who sounds like he's the one getting railed even when he's got his dick in you. danny holds his face while he fucks it, just once or twice, enough to bruise his throat and get his dick sloppy wet before he pulls back, snagging embry by the jaw. he pinches his mouth wide open and spits, one long dribbling line onto the pink platter of his tongue.
that mouth. those eyes. slut. )
After you left and I got out of your stupid fuckin' bowline knots, I just laid there for a while, fingering myself, thinking about you fucking me.
[ danny is not gentle with him by any means, which is — good, honestly. what he doesn't know is that gentle typically gives embry hives, makes him flush with panic and hatred and an absurd longing for something he doesn't know how to take. ash always said he didn't know how to love him, whether keeping him or letting him go was the right answer to what embry needed, and the truth is embry wouldn't be able to tell him. he doesn't know. he's never been able to know, robbed of discovering what kind of life they could have had together for a million different reasons, but mostly because embry's not worth the sacrifice. he's the martyr. he's the one who gives everything up and pretends it means nothing.
he likes the way danny bruises his throat, careless, or maybe careful to do just that. it's not so different from how ash does it, except it's nothing at all like how ash does it, because danny doesn't give a single fuck about him like how ash does. that makes all the difference, his face aflame as danny spits, humiliated by how quickly the simple degrading gesture gets him hot. ]
Yeah? Who's the slut again? [ his sticks his fingers in his own mouth, slicking them up with danny's spit before dipping them into his fly, pushing in until he's brushing danny's tight little hole with spit-soaked fingertips. ] I said I want a present. Your cock isn't a gift.
[ he pushes up into him, his own cock twitching and flushed pink, resting against his open slacks, sadly ignored. it doesn't feel right to go easy on danny, so he doesn't, two fingers in quick, right to the knuckle with no time to adjust to the burn. he's not fucking him, technically. he's just — fucking him. ]
Tell me — the pictures. [ he has danny's cock at his lips again, his lips reddened. ] Danny, please.
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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.
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[ it manifestly does not; it's the most vanilla thing he's ever done, even with danny mannerlessly trying to choke him, but he likes it like that, eye-wateringly rough. the kinds of things he's let ash do to him, though, that does make him a fucked up fucking slut. he can't even detail the limits ash has pushed him past because he doesn't have any limits with him, doesn't have anything but thorny love and blistering need when it comes to ash, so yeah, he lets him flog him and fuck him and use him in any way he wants, for hours in bed or stolen minutes in the oval office. it doesn't matter where. he'd do it in hell with ash, if he asked.
embry's throat closes around danny's fat cock, counting the seconds he can't breathe with each bob of his head before he pulls back with a ragged sigh, a flush high in his cheeks. he braces a hand around danny's ankle, sucking his piercing into his mouth while his teeth clink against metal, toying at it with his tongue. ]
You've already seen it. [ he's hard again despite his best intentions, unzipping himself and curling his fingers around his flushed cock, rosy and pert against his palm. danny's wet cock touches his lips again, warm breath against spit-slick skin. ] We're not fucking again, since it was such a big mistake.
cw: homophobia
( inviting danny into his room makes him a slut. knotting a man's dick up with his own tie makes him a slut. but he's a slut who knows how to use his tongue, at least. danny's throat clenches around a jesus christ, hips tilting, his piercing xylophone clinking over his teeth on the way out. the vice-president of the united states of america seems like the kind of guy who knows how to take a throatfucking, so that's what danny decides to give him, as his present: both hands on his face, blunt thumbnails fanning through his bottom lashes as he reins him in and funnels his dick back into his mouth, down his hot fuckdoll throat. )
Oh, fuck. ( shoulders shaking, bowing forward. conversely, danny's the kind of guy who sounds like he's the one getting railed even when he's got his dick in you. danny holds his face while he fucks it, just once or twice, enough to bruise his throat and get his dick sloppy wet before he pulls back, snagging embry by the jaw. he pinches his mouth wide open and spits, one long dribbling line onto the pink platter of his tongue.
that mouth. those eyes. slut. )
After you left and I got out of your stupid fuckin' bowline knots, I just laid there for a while, fingering myself, thinking about you fucking me.
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he likes the way danny bruises his throat, careless, or maybe careful to do just that. it's not so different from how ash does it, except it's nothing at all like how ash does it, because danny doesn't give a single fuck about him like how ash does. that makes all the difference, his face aflame as danny spits, humiliated by how quickly the simple degrading gesture gets him hot. ]
Yeah? Who's the slut again? [ his sticks his fingers in his own mouth, slicking them up with danny's spit before dipping them into his fly, pushing in until he's brushing danny's tight little hole with spit-soaked fingertips. ] I said I want a present. Your cock isn't a gift.
[ he pushes up into him, his own cock twitching and flushed pink, resting against his open slacks, sadly ignored. it doesn't feel right to go easy on danny, so he doesn't, two fingers in quick, right to the knuckle with no time to adjust to the burn. he's not fucking him, technically. he's just — fucking him. ]
Tell me — the pictures. [ he has danny's cock at his lips again, his lips reddened. ] Danny, please.