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Daniel "Danno" Williams ([personal profile] dann_0) wrote2017-04-09 11:06 am

PSL: Sentinel AU

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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[personal profile] a_very_distinctive 2017-06-24 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
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.