another taster for those so enclined.
Jun. 2nd, 2011 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delicataleSo I don't have much to write about - BFFlatmates and I have to actively look for a new place to live because our landlord is kind of a fucktard and I'm quite angry at him, I am prettttyyyyyy tired right now and it was a long day, ya know, quite a long day. But tomorrow should be nice and from Sunday I am seeing Hanson Hanson Hanson Hanson and tomorrow is the general sale for Incubus in London and I am SO looking forward to that we need tickets like we need to breathe.
But anyway, since I don't have much else to say than this, what about I give you a new tease of Boxer!Danny? Let's have some pre-porn! It's unedited and was written along with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stjarna1984 because I seem to be unable to write porn without her.
“You’re so infuriating, you know that? Of course you know that, you get off on knowing that, what you do to me, I swear to God. I oughta leave, get out, leave you the fuck alone, but God knows I can’t.”
The music Steve was listening to is still blaring in the bathroom, from the cd player the hotel provided him with, but Steve barely hears it when Danny pushes him back inside the shower stall, inserting himself in the small space, right against Steve, his shirt turning translucent in two seconds, dark nipples poking through that Steve grazes his thumbs against. Danny lets out a small keening noise as he forces Steve to turn around, pulls his head back and run his fingers through his hair, rinsing the shampoo out of Steve’s hair with gentle touches.
Steve has to brace his hands on the tiled wall of the shower, feeling his knees tremble a little, his cock already aching, just through a single, simple touch from Danny. He’s denied himself the touch of anyone else but himself for the past 9 months and now, now Danny’s plastered against his back, fully clothed but drenched to the bone anyway, and Steve doesn’t know if he’s allowed to take any step towards Danny or if he has to wait.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this with a man that listens to Otis Redding in his spare time, apparently completely unironically.”
“He’s the king of soul, Danny. Have some respect.”
Steve’s voice sounds rough and heavy already, rumbling up from his chest as he hears Danny snort behind him. He opens his mouth to the spray, swallowing some and spitting the rest, unable to stop himself from arching back into Danny’s chest when he feels his hand slide down from the back of his head to his shoulder-blades, rubbing away the soap suds.
“Respect? Oh, I got respect, I got respect for The Boss, but this guy? Honestly, Steve, you’re so worried about Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, you should maybe not be listening to Try A Little Tenderness.”
There’s no steam or anger behind the words and Danny’s hands are still sliding over his skin, fingers pressing and massaging all his sore points, as if drawn by magnets. Steve lets out a groan, forming a fist against the tiles as he resists reaching down and touching himself. He wants Danny’s hands, not his own anymore.
“Hey, help me get this shirt off.”
Steve is barely holding himself together when he turns around, his fingers closing around the hem of Danny’s shirt, his eyes roaming all over Danny’s face, his messy hair falling over his forehead and eyes. Danny’s quiet and obedient when Steve pulls at his shirt, letting it fall to the bottom of the shower, and fuck, Steve wants to kiss Danny so fucking much he has to look away.
These Arms Of Mine is the next song on the Otis Redding CD playing in the background and Steve would chuckle at how cliche this all is, the music, the shower, the reunion, but then he’s actually burning inside out, all of Danny’s touches setting his skin on fire. Steve looks at Danny’s fingers trailing from his ribs up to his collarbone and then back down, stopping at his nipple. Steve’s visibly restraining himself from pulling Danny to him.
“I think you’re all clean now.“
Steve swallows, looking along Danny’s arms and back to his broad, solid chest. He’s got even more hair than last time, golden and curling in the damp heat of the shower, and Steve aches all over again to press his face into it, to wake up and roll over and bury his nose between Danny’s pecs, inhale his scent, taste him. He lets his gaze wander downwards, that big chest tapering off into that tiny waist, hipbones that disappear beneath clinging wet jeans. Steve bites his lip again at the prominent bulge between Danny’s legs, eyes darting back up to Danny’s face, hoping he can see the silent begging for permission.
“You’re still dirty.”
“Am I?”
Steve nods, one hand reaching out and hooking a finger gently into one of Danny’s sodden belt loops. He doesn’t tug or pull, but Danny takes a step closer anyway.
“I guess I am.”
It feels like a game, which one of them will manage to hold out the longest, which one of them will give in and kiss the other first. After all, Steve is completely naked, and so hard he could smash a diamond, and he’s opening Danny’s jeans now, so it’s not like the two of them are really dancing around the issue right now, but they’ve to kiss and Steve is going to lose his mind.
Steve can’t help but laugh when Danny steps out of his sneakers, leaving them by his feet as he toes off his drenched socks as well. Steve makes a frustrated noise, Danny’s jeans buttons resisting his assault on them.
“Stay still for a second.”
Steve growls right into Danny’s ear, resisting the urge to bite at his earlobe but not resisting brushing his nose along the outside of it, burying into Danny’s wet hair, smelling of citrus and watermelon. Finally he gets Danny’s jeans open but he barely manages to peel them down to mid-thighs that they resist, sticking to Danny’s skin, the small space all but inappropriate for this.
“We need to -”
“Oh, leave it, for a super soldier you’re such a clutz.”
Danny gets rid of his jeans with hands and feet in a few easy, efficient moves, letting the material pool at his ankles. He’s still wearing underwear, but the boxers are white and soaked through, clinging to the outline of Danny’s hard cock, making Steve groan when he looks down between their bodies. They haven’t even kissed yet but Steve is dying to get on his knees and press his face against it, peel Danny’s underwear off and take him in his mouth, his throat. He wants to swallow him down, he wants his head bouncing off the tiles as Danny fucks his face.
Btw, it broke 20K!
But anyway, since I don't have much else to say than this, what about I give you a new tease of Boxer!Danny? Let's have some pre-porn! It's unedited and was written along with
stjarna1984 because I seem to be unable to write porn without her.“You’re so infuriating, you know that? Of course you know that, you get off on knowing that, what you do to me, I swear to God. I oughta leave, get out, leave you the fuck alone, but God knows I can’t.”
The music Steve was listening to is still blaring in the bathroom, from the cd player the hotel provided him with, but Steve barely hears it when Danny pushes him back inside the shower stall, inserting himself in the small space, right against Steve, his shirt turning translucent in two seconds, dark nipples poking through that Steve grazes his thumbs against. Danny lets out a small keening noise as he forces Steve to turn around, pulls his head back and run his fingers through his hair, rinsing the shampoo out of Steve’s hair with gentle touches.
Steve has to brace his hands on the tiled wall of the shower, feeling his knees tremble a little, his cock already aching, just through a single, simple touch from Danny. He’s denied himself the touch of anyone else but himself for the past 9 months and now, now Danny’s plastered against his back, fully clothed but drenched to the bone anyway, and Steve doesn’t know if he’s allowed to take any step towards Danny or if he has to wait.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this with a man that listens to Otis Redding in his spare time, apparently completely unironically.”
“He’s the king of soul, Danny. Have some respect.”
Steve’s voice sounds rough and heavy already, rumbling up from his chest as he hears Danny snort behind him. He opens his mouth to the spray, swallowing some and spitting the rest, unable to stop himself from arching back into Danny’s chest when he feels his hand slide down from the back of his head to his shoulder-blades, rubbing away the soap suds.
“Respect? Oh, I got respect, I got respect for The Boss, but this guy? Honestly, Steve, you’re so worried about Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, you should maybe not be listening to Try A Little Tenderness.”
There’s no steam or anger behind the words and Danny’s hands are still sliding over his skin, fingers pressing and massaging all his sore points, as if drawn by magnets. Steve lets out a groan, forming a fist against the tiles as he resists reaching down and touching himself. He wants Danny’s hands, not his own anymore.
“Hey, help me get this shirt off.”
Steve is barely holding himself together when he turns around, his fingers closing around the hem of Danny’s shirt, his eyes roaming all over Danny’s face, his messy hair falling over his forehead and eyes. Danny’s quiet and obedient when Steve pulls at his shirt, letting it fall to the bottom of the shower, and fuck, Steve wants to kiss Danny so fucking much he has to look away.
These Arms Of Mine is the next song on the Otis Redding CD playing in the background and Steve would chuckle at how cliche this all is, the music, the shower, the reunion, but then he’s actually burning inside out, all of Danny’s touches setting his skin on fire. Steve looks at Danny’s fingers trailing from his ribs up to his collarbone and then back down, stopping at his nipple. Steve’s visibly restraining himself from pulling Danny to him.
“I think you’re all clean now.“
Steve swallows, looking along Danny’s arms and back to his broad, solid chest. He’s got even more hair than last time, golden and curling in the damp heat of the shower, and Steve aches all over again to press his face into it, to wake up and roll over and bury his nose between Danny’s pecs, inhale his scent, taste him. He lets his gaze wander downwards, that big chest tapering off into that tiny waist, hipbones that disappear beneath clinging wet jeans. Steve bites his lip again at the prominent bulge between Danny’s legs, eyes darting back up to Danny’s face, hoping he can see the silent begging for permission.
“You’re still dirty.”
“Am I?”
Steve nods, one hand reaching out and hooking a finger gently into one of Danny’s sodden belt loops. He doesn’t tug or pull, but Danny takes a step closer anyway.
“I guess I am.”
It feels like a game, which one of them will manage to hold out the longest, which one of them will give in and kiss the other first. After all, Steve is completely naked, and so hard he could smash a diamond, and he’s opening Danny’s jeans now, so it’s not like the two of them are really dancing around the issue right now, but they’ve to kiss and Steve is going to lose his mind.
Steve can’t help but laugh when Danny steps out of his sneakers, leaving them by his feet as he toes off his drenched socks as well. Steve makes a frustrated noise, Danny’s jeans buttons resisting his assault on them.
“Stay still for a second.”
Steve growls right into Danny’s ear, resisting the urge to bite at his earlobe but not resisting brushing his nose along the outside of it, burying into Danny’s wet hair, smelling of citrus and watermelon. Finally he gets Danny’s jeans open but he barely manages to peel them down to mid-thighs that they resist, sticking to Danny’s skin, the small space all but inappropriate for this.
“We need to -”
“Oh, leave it, for a super soldier you’re such a clutz.”
Danny gets rid of his jeans with hands and feet in a few easy, efficient moves, letting the material pool at his ankles. He’s still wearing underwear, but the boxers are white and soaked through, clinging to the outline of Danny’s hard cock, making Steve groan when he looks down between their bodies. They haven’t even kissed yet but Steve is dying to get on his knees and press his face against it, peel Danny’s underwear off and take him in his mouth, his throat. He wants to swallow him down, he wants his head bouncing off the tiles as Danny fucks his face.
Btw, it broke 20K!
