"You got no idea how glad I am t'hear that." Because he'd make the effort--will make the effort--if topping's important to Danny, but for all that he loves being with men, and wants Danny absolutely any way he can have him, he's not a fan of bottoming. "'Cause I can't think of much I want more right now."
He steps out of his own pants, glad he hadn't bothered with shoes or underwear, and lets Danny lead him to the bed, still stroking his cock lightly, almost teasingly, and sliding his hand farther down every so often to feel the warm heft of Danny's balls. They've barely started and he's already more turned on than he's been in years, hard and aching and so damn eager he feels like a sixteen year old again.
Eliot stops at the edge of the bed, tugging gently on Danny's hand to keep him on his feet, then lifts both hands to carefully frame his face as he leans in for another kiss. This one's slower and sweeter, though there's still plenty of heat behind it, but Eliot needs to stop for a moment, gather the already fraying edges of his control and make sure they're on the same page here.
"Christ, sweetheart, just bein' with you's already blowin' my control straight t'hell in the best possible way," he rasps as he pulls away, pressing his thumb to Danny's bottom lip and giving him a heavy-lidded, molasses slow smile. "But if I get too intense for you, or you even just change your mind, I need you t'remember that you can stop this any time you wanna. Just say the word an' it doesn't hafta be more'n a blowjob or a handjob an' making out, you got it?"
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Date: 2017-05-29 09:04 am (UTC)He steps out of his own pants, glad he hadn't bothered with shoes or underwear, and lets Danny lead him to the bed, still stroking his cock lightly, almost teasingly, and sliding his hand farther down every so often to feel the warm heft of Danny's balls. They've barely started and he's already more turned on than he's been in years, hard and aching and so damn eager he feels like a sixteen year old again.
Eliot stops at the edge of the bed, tugging gently on Danny's hand to keep him on his feet, then lifts both hands to carefully frame his face as he leans in for another kiss. This one's slower and sweeter, though there's still plenty of heat behind it, but Eliot needs to stop for a moment, gather the already fraying edges of his control and make sure they're on the same page here.
"Christ, sweetheart, just bein' with you's already blowin' my control straight t'hell in the best possible way," he rasps as he pulls away, pressing his thumb to Danny's bottom lip and giving him a heavy-lidded, molasses slow smile. "But if I get too intense for you, or you even just change your mind, I need you t'remember that you can stop this any time you wanna. Just say the word an' it doesn't hafta be more'n a blowjob or a handjob an' making out, you got it?"