PSL: Sentinel AU

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Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.

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[dann_0]

"Mmm god yes."Danny drags his nails down Eliot's back again. "I want you to fuck me all the ways." He kisses back and then nips at Eliot's lips. "You got lube or something?"

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Eliot can't help a breathless laugh at Danny's answer, even as he's arching up into the drag of his nails, head dropping a little as the laugh shudders into a groan.

"That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart," he manages to murmur, and then his breath is hitching again as Danny's teeth catch at his lips. "Yeah... yeah, I... just-" He reaches blindly for the bedside table, and the lube and condoms he keeps there. "Christ, I need-" He cuts off abruptly, ducking a little to drag his teeth over Danny's stubbled jaw before going lower. It's starting to get hard to string words together, which is both frustrating and disconcerting, but he's too focused on how much he needs to taste more of Danny, and tease out more of those gorgeous noises while he does it.

He drops the lube and a random handful of condoms on the bed on autopilot as he works his way down Danny's chest with lips and teeth and tongue, pausing to suck a mark into the skin just below his collarbone before continuing. "So fuckin'.... christ... gorgeous," he rasps, looking back up at Danny with lust-darkened eyes.

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Danny groans as he feels the teeth on his skin, arching into the touch, wordlessly begging for more, for all of it. Danny looks down and meets his eyes, his own just as dark with lust. Holy fuck does he need this man. Needs him right now and in everyway. And he knows Eliot can feel it on him.

He reaches for the lube, working the bottle open. He wants to feel something inside him but at the same damn time he doesn't want Eliot to move at all. So instead he makes sure his fingers are nicely coated on one hand and then moves to kiss Eliot hard as he slides his hand down between them and then between his own legs. "Can't ah... fuck... wait to feel you inside me."

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Eliot moves almost thoughtlessly up into the kiss, so wound up and turned on by how much Danny wants him that he's almost non-verbal with it. He's so focused on the feel of Danny beneath him, the scent of his lust and the taste of his mouth, that he almost doesn't notice what he's doing. It's the feel of lube-slick fingers sliding between them that cues him in and he growls low in his chest, the sound almost inhuman, as he pulls back to stare down at Danny.

He's torn for just a moment, by the knowledge that Danny's so eager for him he can't wait, that he's willing to open himself up for him just to have him competing with his deep-seated need both to be in control and to touch and taste and feel and have every part of this man. He wants to be the one to breach his body, to feel him hot and tight around his fingers as he works them into him. To feel the way Danny loosens for him all the while anticipating the first hot, tight push of his cock into him.

"No," he rasps, the hand not supporting his weight snapping down to curl around Danny's wrist in an almost vice like grip. He leans down to nip at Danny's lip, then pulls back again. "'s my job, darlin'." He drags his hand down from Danny's wrist over his hand, smearing the lube between their joined fingers. "Wanna feel you."

And it's probably not enough lube to get the job done given how much he left on Danny's fingers, but he doesn't stop to get more before sliding his hand down the path Danny's had so recently been pursuing. "Wanna feel... feel how tight... you are," he adds, nudging gently past Danny's balls with the heel of his hand before unerringly sliding one slick finger back to circle the tight pucker of his entrance. "Mine," he adds, low and rough and emphatic, and through it all he never once breaks eye contact.

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Danny pauses when Eliot grips his wrist and the tight grip, not to mention the tone, draws a soft little moan from him. He bites his lip, lust oozing of him as Eliot steals the lube and he meets Eliot's eyes. His own eyes are dark with lust and he licks his lips before he tries to lean up and steal a kiss. "Oh... Fuck, yeah.."

The hand dragging over him earns Eliot more little moans and gasps and as Eliot teases his entrance he groans. Fuck he wants him to hurry up. To take him, claim him and fuck his brains out. "Yours." He groans. "Fuck. Fuck, Eliot, make me yours. Please." He squirms and shifts to spread his legs a little more, inviting.