"That I can def'nitely deliver on," Eliot promises, smirking as Danny reacts to the drag of his nails in a way that makes his hips stutter a little.

"Yeah?" His voice drops a little lower, rumbling in his chest, and this time he scratches a little harder. Not quite enough to leave marks, but more than enough to be felt. "You want it harder, sweetheart?" Eliot's... flexible when it comes to sex. He likes it slow and gentle and sweet, but he's also a fan of hard and fast and rough with the right person, and he's more than willing to do this however Danny wants.