dann_0 | PSL: Sentinel AU

He drags his teeth gently over the same spot again, breath hitching a little at Danny's reaction. He probably shouldn't, not when they're trying to have a serious discussion, but he can't make himself care right now.

"Ropes, huh?" He doesn't even have to try to oblige Danny's fondness for the growl in his voice, he does have to try to keep his hips still. The idea that Rachel had never known this part of Danny is entirely more appealing than it should be. "I think I'd be okay with ropes, wouldn't be with chains, so we're good there." And he's not entirely sure about the rope, but he's willing to experiment. He's had bad experiences with both, but Danny's not asking to tie him up.

He arches into Danny's touch as he starts working at peeling his shirt off, but then reaches for his wrists and holds them still instead. "Not yet, sweetheart." He makes it an order rather than a request, grip and voice both gentle and warm but firm.

"I don't ever want you afraid of me, not even a little, so I'm glad of that." He lifts one of Danny's hands and presses his lips to the knuckles for a moment, then pulls it against his chest as he lifts his gaze back up to Danny's. "I'm pretty easy, sweetheart," he answers quietly, lips curled into a faint, warm smile. "I like havin' you, like smellin' the want on you, windin' you up and hearin' your heart rate climb... I like holdin' you down," he admits after a moment longer. "An' I like that you're strong enough t'make me work for it. I like that I don't hafta be too careful with you." Because while there are times when all he wants is gentle and easy and slow, and he definitely never wants to hurt Danny, there are times when he wants, maybe needs, to let loose a little. To be a little rough, a little out of control, and he knows that Danny can take it, and that he can bring him down from it in a heartbeat if he needs to.

Danny purrs as Eliot touches him but the order has his hands stilling and he looks up at Eliot, meeting his eyes. "I like all of that, and it is why I think this will work. You like taking charge and I like to let you lead." He reaches up to stroke Eliot's cheek before the hand drops down to his chest again. "It is a good feeling when you've been a bit rough. Like the soreness after a workout. It is the good kind of pain."

He shifts so he is pressed even firmer against Eliot. "As for the non-sexual, sometimes I just want to kneel and submit and shut the world out on the other side of the door. Let you lead and know that you have me. We see a lot of shit in this job. Sometimes I need a break from it."

"I don't think I'll have any trouble givin' you that, sweetheart," Eliot answers, and tips his head so he can lean in to kiss Danny again, slow and sweet. He's a caretaker at heart, he wants his people to be safe and happy and get what they need, and Danny has, in very short order, become the most important member of his small 'family'.

"You want that now, with or without sex?"

Danny nods. Then he smiles, shifting so he is straddling Eliot's lap as he leans down and kisses him firmly. "I would love to feel you hold me down, to submit to you, to know you'll push me but not further than I can handle."

He lets the kiss become slower, deeper. In Danny's world, there is a lot more to being someone's sub than just letting them take control. It's about being focused on them and their pleasure. Making sure they get what they want. As he kisses Eliot he lets his hand's slide to the back of the Sentinel's neck, rubbing slightly and trying to ease the tension there.

Eliot slides both hands under Danny's shirt to his hips, thumbs brushing warm skin above the waistband of his briefs. He can't help the urge to rock up into his weight, and doesn't even try as he tips his head to meet Danny's kiss. He'll get on this dominating thing in a minute or two, right now he's too intent on enjoying Danny's warmth and weight over him, the musky-sweet taste of his mouth, and the way he's scent's going heavy and thick with want.

He lets one hand slide up farther, splaying wide between Danny's shoulder blades and holding him close, and feels the tightness at the base of his neck starting to ease as Danny's nimble fingers knead it away. "Christ, I love you," he rasps when he pulls away to look up at Danny with kiss-swollen lips and and an almost poleaxed look of complete adoration.

Danny groans into the kiss but when Eliot pulls back to whisper that his stomach goes tight. He doesn't say those words easily, only when he means to, and he has the feeling that Eliot is exactly the same way. He leans down to kiss Eliot back. "I love you too, Eliot." More than he'd loved anyone except Grace.

Then he nips at Eliot's lower lip, pulling back enough to test if Eliot will hold him there with a playful smirk on his lips. He does like testing the limits with his doms and he has a feeling Eliot won't let him push it too far.

Eliot's only said it one other time in his life, and he doesn't let himself regret Aimee, and how things had ended with her, anymore. He's focused absolutely on this moment, on the man straddling him and how damn much he loves him. He doesn't need to listen for Danny's heart rate (though he can never not hear it when he's in range), doesn't have to see the sincerity on his face or hear it in his voice, he can feel the truth of it thrumming, bright and warm, along the bond between them. His. His Guide. His Guide who loves him.

"Where d'you think you're goin', Sweetheart?" he murmurs, not giving him any real leeway with the hand between his shoulders as he leans up to catch his lips again.

Danny melts back into the kiss, submitting easily enough now that Eliot's proven he won't let him get away with it that easily. The bond tugs at him, now that he knows what it is and it is easy to submit to that too, press closer to Eliot and move to peel away the layers of clothing between them.

"I was going to the bedroom..."He frowns. "You want to be called Sir or Master or something like that?" He can do that if Eliot wants it.

"Hey." Eliot curls calloused hands around Danny's wrists again, and his voice is warm and deep. "Did I tell you t'do that?"

He smirks up at Danny, an unmistakable curl of heat behind his eyes. "You can call me one'a those if it's important to you, but otherwise Eliot's just fine." He doesn't want it, but it won't make him uncomfortable if Danny does. "But here's how it's gonna go now, so listen up good. You're gonna get up, an' you're gonna strip. You're gonna leave what you're wearin' right here. Then you're gonna walk to the bedroom an' sit down on the edge of the bed. Got it?"

"I think your name is going to work, we can try it out and see how we like it." He smiles and then the orders kick in. He nods. "Yes, Eliot." He leans down to give his Sentinel a quick kiss before he stands up and moves to strip. He doesn't try to make it into a tease, but he takes his time and makes sure Eliot has plenty of time to ogle should he want to. He leaves the clothes nicely folded. It wasn't much after all and then he heads to the bed room, without question moving to sit on the bed as he was told to do.

Eliot returns the kiss, then leans back into the corner of the couch and just watches as Danny strips, a faint, possessive smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He definitely likes the view, and he pushes the heel of one hand against himself through his jeans, just to make sure Danny knows what he's doing to him. He doesn't get up until he's watched Danny cross the room and disappear through the bedroom door.

When he appears at the door himself a minute later, it's clear he detoured through the kitchen first. He sets a couple bottles of cold water from the fridge on the bedside table before padding over to stand in front of Danny. He threads the fingers of his left hand through Danny's hair and uses the grip--gentle but firm--to tip his head up as he leans down for a kiss. It's slow and deep and almost biting at the end, and he doesn't let go of Danny's hair as he straightens.

"Want you t'open my pants, sweetheart. Just open them, not take them off. An' then I want you t'suck me. No hands, just that pretty mouth of yours, an' make sure it's nice an' wet an' sloppy," he murmurs.

Danny licks his lips when Eliot enters the room and he kisses back. It is just as slow and deep, no less passionate for all he is letting Eliot lead. When Eliot doesn't let go of his hair he arches a little. His eyes hold a playful look as he nods. "Yes, Eliot."

He clasps his hands behind his back, his cock already stirring just from the simple order and he leans close to try to get the pants open with his mouth. He struggles for a minute but he doesn't stop or complain and finally he has them open and he pushes them out of the way. Then he licks his lips, glancing up at Eliot and giving him a smile. Then he leans back down, running his tongue over Eliot's cock before he takes the head into his mouth. He moans softly, soft enough that no one but a sentinel could hear it and then he slowly starts to suck, making sure it is sloppy and wet just like Eliot told him to.

PSL: Sentinel AU

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible

Re: Danny and Eliot: Being compatible