Page 29 of Second Chance

Daniel shifts under him. “Tony,” he says, almost a whine.

“Baby.”

Daniel’s about to answer something, but then Tony pushes in the rest of the way and the breath leaves Daniel’s lungs in a rush.

Tony keeps it steady, an even rhythm of push and pull. He’s propped up over Daniel, smearing lube on the couch with one hand, but he doesn’t care. His focus is fully occupied by the way Daniel’s eyes clench shut, how his mouth drops open.

Tony’s thighs ache with the slow movements, his knees and wrists, too, with holding himself up.

He slips up and thrusts hard, once.

Daniel groans, a deep, guttural sound.

Tony does it again, once, and then stills.

Daniel’s eyes blink open. “Tony. Please.”

So, Tony does what Daniel wants, hard and thorough, putting his back into it. The friction on his cock makes him bite his lip to have something painful to concentrate on, or else the feel of Daniel underneath him and all around him will overwhelm him.

Melting into the couch cushions, Daniel luxuriates in it. “Feels good.”

“Yeah.” Tony breathes hard. His pulse throbs in his cock. “So good. Daniel, I—”

“Not yet?” Daniel asks. “Please, Tony, it’s so good. I need—”

Tony stills, balls-deep inside Daniel.

Daniel stares at him for a long moment. “Good,” he says finally. “God, that’s so good, honey. You’re doing so good for me.”

Tony lets his eyes slip shut. He starts moving again, as deep and hard as Daniel wants but slower. Slow enough he can keep it going.

“That’s it,” Daniel hisses. “Like that.”

“I can’t—” Tony shivers all over. “You gotta touch yourself, baby. I can’t reach.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just keep—keep it up. That’s it. You’re fucking perfect—”

Tony has to pause again.

He’s on a fucking hair trigger from all of it, the sound of Daniel’s voice, pleasure thick on his tongue, the way he knowswhat Tony needs to hear. It’s too much. He needs to get Daniel there.

“Can I—” he starts, but he doesn’t know how to finish it. Words aren’t working right now. Instead, he grabs Daniel’s thighs, presses them toward his chest.

Daniel moves with him, half surprise, half pleasure. Bless the yoga class Colette drags him to every other week because he hooks his heels over Tony’s shoulders, and when Tony moves the next time, he shouts.

“Fuck.” Daniel tips his head back, his neck and chest flushed pink. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tony, right there.”

Tony can’t hold on for much longer. His cock leaks so much it feels like he’s about to start coming every time he thrusts forward. Daniel’s tighter in this position, slick and hot, and Tony thought it was a turn of phrase, but there are literal stars sparking in the corners of his vision as he grinds his teeth to hold on. Daniel wants right there, and he’ll get right there for as long as Tony can give it.

“I can’t,” Daniel gasps, and “I need.” He gets a hand between them, cupping the head of his cock, and it’s just that, just that little touch. But the next time Tony thrusts in, the orgasm boils over, come spilling thickly out of the red head of his cock all over his stomach and chest.

Tony’s balls ache so much it hurts. “Daniel. Daniel, please, can I—”

“Yes,” Daniel says, “yes, yes, yes—”

Tony’s gone before he can say anything else. The world swirls around him and pleasure shoots up his spine and knocks him nearly senseless as he falls headfirst into orgasm and into Daniel. It lasts so long he thinks he might start crying, his abs crunching tight with it.

“Fuck.” He collapses over Daniel, mouth buried in Daniel’s shoulder.

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