Danny

[petty_dabbler]

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Well, now...wasn't that a sight. John took a moment to admire him with a silly little smile on his lips. All he could really hope for now was that he wasn't too pissed. Not that it would be the first time he'd embarrassed himself.

"And now for the conversation everyone adores, love," he said as he swaggered just the few steps to the bed where Danny was. Closer, his tattoos were incredibly intricate.

"How do you like it, Danny?" he asked, stroking his cheek softly. "I want to make you feel so good, love."

Danny's phone buzzed softly and when the screen lit up there was an announcement from Hex. 'Call me after' was all he said. And, knowing Hex, he'd likely be calling him near dawn anyway.

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[london_spy]

Danny glanced over at his phone, turning off the screen before returning his full attention to John.

"I like everything," he said honestly, leaning into the touch and then turning his head a little to catch one of John's fingers between his lips.

[petty_dabbler]

John curled his fingers under Danny's chin and tipped his head up. As good as his mouth felt, he had to kiss him.

John had had so many lovers in his life- and most of them met a horrible fate. And so John always kissed like it might be his last. His tongue was so but sure as he savoured him.

It didn't feel like love, it was too new for that. But John's desire urged him on to enjoy Danny entirely.

[london_spy]

Danny moaned, slipping his arm around the other man and pulling him down a bit. Since Alex there had only been Greg, and though he was confident in the bedroom, part of him was nervous.

[petty_dabbler]

He never got nervous any more. When he'd been just a scroungey lad in a punk band he'd been nervous in the service, but no more.

John pushed forward, easing Danny onto the bed and then joining him to keep it going.

[london_spy]

Fingers sliding up into John's hair, Danny held on as he settled on the bed, still kissing the other man. He'd forgotten the thrill of falling into bed with a near stranger. The little rush of discovering someone brand new.

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed him until he had to grasp and pull away. He propped on an elbow to look at him. Thanks to Danny's fingers his hair stood at odd angles, but only made him look more roguish.

Sliding his free hand down, he rubbed the ridge of Danny's cock with a sure touch.

"You're really beautiful," he said in a tone that gave away the fact he'd been thinking it all night.

[london_spy]

Danny bucked lightly into the touch, hips rolling up off the bed slightly.

"And you're dreadfully handsome," he confessed, even though he was certain he'd betrayed his interest long before they'd stumbled off towards the hotel.

[petty_dabbler]

Compliments. Not everyone he fucked was so kind.

John dropped in to kiss him again, his fingers deftly opening Danny's fly so he could touch him bare.

[london_spy]

Danny gasped, bucking into the touch but then awkwardly pushing him away.

"Wait, we have to- I have to be careful," he said quietly, hating that he was ruining the mood. However, even drunk he knew he had to play it safe. "Do you have condoms?"

[petty_dabbler]

John shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out a string of three.

"I'm all about protection, love. Relax. It can be and still safe. I promise."

[london_spy]

Danny relaxed a little and stretched out.

"I trust you," he said, even though he had absolutely no reason to trust this complete stranger he'd just met.

[petty_dabbler]

John almost laughed and told him he shouldn't, but in this very particular case John had made a promise to Death a long time ago to do his part to stop the epidemic and he'd kept that promise.

"Glove up," he smirked and tore one off for Danny, then rolled so he could kick off his trousers and slip one on himself. Never too early for that.

[london_spy]

Danny moved to finish undressing, slipping the condom on his already erect cock.

"You haven't told me what you like in bed," he noted, letting his gaze slide over John's body. "Top? Bottom? ...Shark cocks?" he teased.

[petty_dabbler]

John blushed a little and laughed.

"I prefer bottom," he replied. "But I'm versatile if you're opposed," he added.

[london_spy]

"Doesn't bother me, I just have to be really careful," he warned softly, crossing over to him and stroking the other man's cheek. Danny had never identified as a top or a bottom. Most assumed he was a bottom because of how he looked. He wasn't terribly tall, nor butch... But Danny just liked sex, and honestly preferred his partners to be keen to mix things up now and then.

"Don't suppose you're on PReP?" he said, trying to get a feel for John's attitude in bed with little touches, some gentle, others a bit more firm.

[petty_dabbler]

"I'm not, sorry," he said. He drew his finger along Danny's jaw and smiled. "We can be as careful as you like, love. I've got nothing in mind but getting you off."

[london_spy]

Danny leaned into the touch, then turned his head and caught John's finger between his teeth, nipping lightly before letting go and grinning.

"Same," he assured him, smoothing his hands down John's chest and admiring his tattoos again.

"You weren't kidding about having a lot of tattoos," he noted.

[petty_dabbler]

"I've got more below the belt," he chuckled, eyes closed as he fixated on how talented Danny's mouth was. "I just seem to keep getting more."

[london_spy]

Danny raised a brow at that, slowly sinking to his knees and smoothing his hands over John's thighs. He pressed a kiss to the inside of the man's thigh, then moved higher, letting the man's condom sheathed cock graze his cheek.

[petty_dabbler]

He was strung tight and just that bit of contact had his cock jump with interest. He reached down and scratched his fingers in against his scalp, but he only held on. In bed, John never forced anything. There was too much force involved in almost every other aspect of his life.

His heart was pounding but he tried to keep his breath steady.

"Oh, please," he begged softly.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't need to hear him beg though, gladly tilting his head and moaning as he took the tip of John's cock between his lips.

[petty_dabbler]

He arched his shoulders back into the bed and gasped deep. Fingers curled a little, just enough to tug and test the waters.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't object. He wasn't one to say no to much of anything.

Closing his eyes he focused on working his tongue over the other man's cock. He was good at this. Good at fucking. Good at pleasure. Danny didn't give himself much credit academically, but if there was one thing he was damn sure of, it was that he was good in bed.

[petty_dabbler]

One hand in his hair became two. John tugged a little, but only followed Danny's own motion. He lifted a little and moaned wantonly.

"Oh, fucking hell," he groaned, "Danny..."

He was actually proud of himself for recalling his name at a moment like this.

[london_spy]

Danny hummed around his mouthful, holding John's thighs as he began to bob a little more on the man's cock. wanting to get him wound up, wanting to make him come. There was something really filthy about fucking around in a hotel- And part of Danny had missed it. He'd missed being a mess.