dann_0 | PSL: Sentinel AU

Danny hadn't expected that response but he squirms as Eliot gropes him. And when Eliot pushes him up against the palm he can't do anything but moan softly and kiss back. Just as hot as desperate. Any argument for why they shouldn't do this melts away in his mind and he tears at Eliot's clothes. Fuck he wants him so badly. Needs him more than anything right now. "Yeah. Yeah, fuck me, please."

Ah, Christ, he should've held out longer before starting things, because there's no way he wants to actually stop long enough to move farther away. Not with Danny kissing him back like he needs it to breathe, hands scrabbling almost desperately to get his clothes out of the way and the scent of his want almost enough to overwhelm the salt scent of the ocean just yards away. Especially not when Danny makes that request, because it's the only damn thing he wants right now: to work Danny open and bury himself in that tight heat, fuck him 'til he falls apart in his arms.

He growls under his breath as he pulls back, one hand shifting up to tangle in Danny's hair. "Yes," he answers, low and firm. His muscles are tremoring with the effort it's taking to hold himself back. "But we gotta move farther away first. We're still too close to the house." And no matter how much he wants this, Steve doesn't deserve that. The stink of them coming back will be bad enough without giving him no damn choice but to hear.

He can't resist the urge to reach down with his free hand and grope Danny through his jeans again, a slow drag of his palm over the head of his dick through the fabric. But then he steps back and tugs Danny with him. "Twenty more yards, sweetheart, then I'm puttin' you up against a tree an' fuckin' you 'til you can't remember your own damn name."

Danny makes a little noise of protest but he does follow him. He doesn't want to bother Steve, he knows that. And this is likely. He swallows and shakes his head to clear it, taking over the lead and making sure they are down by the edge of the water. "You think he'll be fine? Maybe we should get a hotel room or something...." Like they'll be able to keep their hands off each other long enough to get to a hotel.

He goes back to pulling his own shirt off first and then starts to work on Eliot's.

Eliot doesn't give him a lot of room, sticking so close he'd likely trip them up if it weren't so instinctively easy to move with Danny, and when Danny pulls up down near the water line Eliot pushes right back up against him.

"No-" His voice has dropped back into a rough growl, and he shakes his head as he drags his hands up Danny's sides in the wake of the shirt he's taking off. "Can't... not this, not with strangers' stink all over everything." The thought's vaguely nauseating, and he buries his face in the side of Danny's neck to let the rich scent of him there chase it away.

His own hands are busy working at Danny's pants, getting them open so he can slip one hand inside and feel the hard heat of him. When he does he has to shift a little so he can bite down on spot that won't be visible when Danny's shirt's back on, groaning into Danny's skin and jerking his hips into the back of his own hand.

He hadn't thought about that but it makes sense when Eliot does mention it. he opens his mouth to say something but then Eliot's hands are on him and then the teeth on his skin and all he can do is moan. Fuck this is hot. "Right here then..." His hand slides up into Eliot's hair and holds him there. With his free hand, he pushes his pants down so they land around his ankles. "Fuck, I haven't been this desperate to get laid since I was a teenager."

Eliot moans at the hand in his hair, deep and guttural, and bites down a little harder as he sucks a bright bloom of blood up to the surface of Danny's skin.

"Don't think I've ever been this damn desperate," Eliot admits roughly when he finally pulls away. Even in the moonlight it's easy to see how wide his pupils have blown, a barely there ring of cornflower blue around the blackness of them, and his lips are red and wet and a little swollen already.

"Fuck." He shudders, reaching his hand a little lower to cup the warm weight of Danny's balls. "Fuck... gotta taste you first." It's the only warning Danny gets before he drops to his knees and seals his lips around Danny's cock, sucking him down to the root without any buildup, humming in the back of his throat as his nose sinks into the coarse curls at Danny's groin.

Danny hisses in pain and then in a soft moan as the mark blooms on his shoulder. He loves wearing Eliot's marks. So obviously belonging to him that way. When Eliot drops to his knees his eyes go wide but his hand is still in Eliot's hair. "Fuuuuck Eliot..." He moans loudly and then bites his lip to keep from making too much noise.

He thrusts into that mouth eagerly. Fuck he loves his, he loves the way Eliot looks, the way his shoulder still stings from the mark. "Fuck, yeah, you like that don't you."

All he can do is hum in reply, lips stretched wide around Danny's cock as he fucks right into his throat. He does love it, clearly, and his eyes glitter in the moonlight as he looks up Danny's body at him, hollowing his lips and sucking.

One hand's still cradling Danny's balls, rolling them and pressing behind them, but he has the other down out of sight in the shadows, fumbling at his own pants. Danny could probably be excused for thinking he's trying to get them open to jerk himself off in time, but after a moment his other hand slips down as well and there's a slick tearing noise. When he lifts his hand again it's to slide it back between Danny's legs, thumb trailing along the crack of his ass, then rubbing gently along Danny's hole, and then a moment later it's joined by his lube-slicked index finger, warm from his bodyheat after spending hours in his pocket, and pressing much more insistently.

Danny moans and the hand in Eliot's hair tightens even further. "Oh god.." He whispers. He pushes back against the finger, taking it as best he can and damn this is good. He trembles slightly, unsure of what to do with himself with all this pleasure. "Oh fuck. Eliot.. Fuck that ... that feels good."

He moans again and his knees threaten to buckle. This is new and he is absolutely loving it.

Christ, he wants to tell Danny how beautiful he is, how good he's being for him, but his mouth is too thoroughly occupied and he's not about to give that up when he's getting this kind of reaction. So he settles for running his free hand up and down Danny's flank in warm sweeps, lingering over the curve of his ass and occasionally sleeping back to cup and roll his balls as he works that first finger in, then adds a second. He knows what Danny can take now, and while he's not being at all rough he's certainly not taking it slow, and he never pulls off Danny's cock far enough for more than a rumbling hum of satisfaction with the warm weight of him still resting on his tongue. He's not about to risk pushing him over the edge until he gets in him, but he is going to make sure he's wound up tight enough it won't take long when he does finally push into him.

Making sure of that is easy right now. Danny is biting his lip to keep from moaning loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood as he looks down on Eliot. Oh holy fuck this is so hot. He relaxes his hand enough to stroke Eliot's hair. Then Eliot adds that second finger and he trembles again. How does Eliot know how to play him this easily?

"Eliot. Please.. I can't wait much longer, I need you inside me." His voice is desperate with need. He is definitely not faking that.

He does pull back finally at that, a shiver running down his spine at the tone of desperation, at the thick, warm musk of Danny's arousal sitting heavy on the salt air. "Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart," he promises, low and rough, his free hand sliding up the outside of Danny's thigh as he twists his fingers in him again. "Need t' take you over to one'a those chairs, though, so you can brace yourself on it while I bend you over."

Right now those chairs look miles away, rooted as he is to the sand, stuck between Eliot's fingers and body. But damn, he wants it. His hand slides down to Elio0t's shoulder to brace himself while he nods. He opens his mouth to say something but the words don't make any sense in his head and he just ends up moaning something that sounds a lot like a plea.

Then he takes a deep breath and tries to take a few steps towards the chair. It isn't far after all, and the reward is so promising.

Eliot slips his fingers free of Danny's body with one last twist, gives his cock a last lick, then rises smoothly to his feet, brushing sand away from the knees of his jeans. "Just step on outa your pants, sweetheart," he murmurs, using a foot to keep them in place so they don't trip Danny as he moves. "All you gotta do is get those couple feet then I'm gonna bend you over, slick my cock up, an' fill you up, just how you want."

Danny nods and then steps out of the pants as fast as he can and makes his way over to the chair. He turns then, reaching out to pull Eliot close and kisses him firmly. "I love you." He whispers. And means it. He doesn't say those words unless he does.

Then he turns, bending as gracefully as he can over the chair for Eliot.

Eliot stays right behind him, trailing his hand lightly along Danny's spine and ass, and when he reaches the chair and turns he steps easily into the kiss, licking deep into Danny's mouth with a heartfelt groan. Christ, Danny's standing here, stark naked and hard enough to pound nails on the beach in the moonlight, for him, wanting him, and when he says those words... well, it's all Eliot can do to let him actually turn away. Because he can tell, with every hyper-focused sense, with the odd tug in his chest that he knows is a bond trying to form, that Danny means those three words absolutely.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he murmurs, and there's an ache in his voice as he says it, because he still can't really believe this will last, not in the long term. But whatever hellish slide into insanity he takes when it's over will be absolutely worth it for moments like this. Bending over Danny's back, feeling the warmth of him against his skin, pressing his lips to wing of his shoulder blade as he pushes his own jeans out of the way and uses the last of the lube packet to slip himself up. "Love you so fuckin' much," he repeats as he lines himself up and starts to push in.

Danny takes a breath as he can feel Eliot's lips on his shoulders and the pants sliding out of the way. He rolls his hips, trying to urge Eliot on, more, harder, faster, fuck he needs him. He keeps on of the chair with one hand while the other grabs hold of Eliot's shoulder as best he can and holds him there. "Fuck yes.."

He pushes back, unable to wait longer. He needs this. He can feel the tug as well, but unlike Eliot, he has no idea what it is and right now he can't think about it. The feeling of Eliot in him, skin against skin, his breaths and words is all he can think about, lost completely in the moment.

Eliot wraps his other arm around Danny's waist, pulling him tight against him as he slides steadily, solidly in. He groans under his breath and his teeth scrape along Danny's shoulderblade as he bottoms out, feeling so much like he's come home that he almost sobs with it. It would be so easy, so damn easy, to just let the bond slide into place, but that's not something he'll consider, no matter how desperately he wants it, how he wants to bind Danny to him permanently and inextricably. So he pushes the thought away and focuses on how hot and tight and perfect Danny is around his cock, under his lips and hands. On the sweet clench of him as Eliot works up to an almost punishing rhythm, and then shifts his angle to make absolutely sure he's nailing his prostate on every stroke.

He needs this to be good, needs it to be perfect, but even more he desperately needs it to be fast, because he knows there's only so long he's going to be able to keep himself under control. "Wanna hear you, sweetheart," he rasps against Danny's skin. "Wanna hear how much you love me fuckin' you."

Danny has been biting his lip to keep quiet, and even with that little moans and needy whimpers escape him. The punishing rhythm is just what he needs and he moves with it as much as he can under Eliot's hands. He is already trembling, feeling like he is on the edge. He has more stamina than this, he knows he does, but Eliot just manages to hit all the spots to drive him to the orgasm fast. Everything from the way his low rasp sends shivers down Danny's spine to the way he hits his prostate again and again.

"Fuck Eliot... Fuck I love this. I love feeling you inside me, your teeth on my skin, your arms around me. I feel safe and whole and home." His voice is barely more than a whisper. "I love it when you fuck me hard like this."

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