Page 28 of Second Chance

“Feels good.” Daniel’s voice has gone soft and deep, and the reverberations of his tone throb in the pit of Tony’s stomach.

With his thumbs, he traces across Daniel’s nipples again and relishes the way Daniel hisses.

“Get your shirt off.” Tony leans back to pull off his own shirt. “And the rest.”

“Bossy,” Daniel says, but he does as Tony asks, pulling off his shirt in half a sit-up before squirming out of his pants and socks.

It’s more cute than sexy, but Tony’s weak either way. He considers, for a moment, getting all the way undressed himself. Playing with Daniel’s chest got him hard, cock pushing up against the fly of his jeans, but it’s nothing urgent. Nothing that can’t wait.

Instead, he pulls the lube out from the drawer in the coffee table.

Daniel’s forehead pinches—he thinks it’s improper to keep the lube there, which Tony thinks is ridiculous. The living room happens to be where they need it most often—and Tony sets about making the expression go away with his mouth on Daniel’s hipbones.

“Ah!” Daniel cries out, a shocked little exhalation. Tony slips one hand between Daniel’s legs, fingertips rubbing soft, barely-there circles into the skin of Daniel’s thighs.

It’s a neat little trick he figured out over the summer when the shop was closed for Ma and Pa’s yearly trip to Florida to visit Aunt Bianca. At the same time, Daniel finally handed in his grant proposal, and they spent half the week naked. With the temperature well into the nineties every day, the AC unit in Daniel’s apartment could only do so much, and spending all afternoon lying around on the couch in various states of undress wasn’t only pleasant, it was necessary. One day, when they’d already fucked once but hadn’t bothered to get up afterward, Tony let his fingertips chase across Daniel’s skin until Daniel grabbed him by the shoulders, eyes wild, pushed him down into the couch and fucked him for a second time that day.

Since then, Tony frequently takes advantage of his sensitivity.

“Fuck, Tony,” Daniel says, legs splaying open as he squirms for more touch. “You know what that does to me.”

“Why do you think I keep doing it, sweetheart?” Tony hides his smile against Daniel’s skin and keeps his touch light.

It doesn’t take much more for Daniel to harden fully, his cock flushed red and pulled tight to his belly. Quick enough that Daniel can’t see it coming, Tony leans in and runs his tongue around the head.

“Fuck!”

Grinning with his mouth around Daniel’s dick is tricky, but Tony gives it the old college try. He swipes his tongue around the head a few more times, tonguing the ridge at the joint of head and shaft. It compels him, the sharp line of it where Daniel’s circumcised and he isn’t, and he spends more time than is kind, teasing.

“Tony,” Daniel whines above him.

“Yeah, baby.” Tony squirts lube onto his fingers and reaches between Daniel’s legs again, this time with a firmer touch.

They might not go any further tonight. Daniel’s strung out and gasping by the time Tony’s got two fingers hooked snug and tight up against his prostate, and he doesn’t always need more than that. Fully hard in his jeans now, Tony is turned on and impatient, and he could just as soon jerk himself off while he takes care of Daniel.

But then, Daniel looks up at him, blue eyes hazy. “Come on, Tony. I want you.”

Tony’s breath catches. His cock throbs.

“Whatever you want.” His voice has gone rough and harsh.

They stopped using condoms a few months ago, and right now, Tony misses the barrier. He needs all the help he can get to hold out. Wrapping a slick hand around himself is an exercise in self-control when he could fuck his fist until he’s coming all over Daniel.

He doesn’t.

He keeps it to a few unsatisfying pulls until he’s sticky-wet with lube and so keyed up it’s hard to remember he’s doing this for Daniel.

“Ready?” he asks.

Daniel nods.

Tony remembers the first time they did this when he’d set himself a challenge to satisfy Daniel as thoroughly as he could because he didn’t have the words to explain that he wanted to see Daniel again, that he wanted to keep seeing him over and over till Daniel was sick of the sight of him. Instead, he tried to show it with his hands and his mouth and his body.

Since then, Tony’s ability to say what he wants has improved. But sometimes, he still feels like this, like his thoughts have gotten so tangled up in his head that it becomes easier to tell Daniel what he wants without talking.

Right now, what Tony wants is to make Daniel feel everything Tony feels for him, wanted and cared for and needed and fucking cherished with nothing more than the touch of his hands and the use of his body.

He starts slow. The couch cushions give under Tony’s knees as he shuffles into place between Daniel’s spread thighs. His hand is still covered in slick, and he can barely get a grip on Daniel’s leg. When Tony starts to sink into Daniel properly, he has to pause to keep himself in check.

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