Page 55 of Second Chance

Too busy kissing the juncture of Daniel’s neck and shoulder, Tony doesn’t answer. Instead, he slips his fingers into Daniel’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. With his chest pressed to Daniel’s back, he pushes slightly, propelling Daniel toward the living room. They should probably have sex in the bed at least sometimes, but why bother when the living room carpet is plush and soft, and Daniel’s letting Tony unbutton and unzip his pants before sinking them both to the floor?

He can’t say it’s intentional, but he likes the picture it makes, Daniel sprawled across the carpet, a long line of pale skin, arms above his head with Tony hovering over him, kissing him senseless.

Daniel reaches out to touch him, and Tony stops him with a firm grasp on his wrists.

“No.” The gravel in Tony’s voice is a surprise, even to himself. “Keep them there.”

Daniel’s mouth opens and then closes as if he reconsidered saying something. “Make me,” he says after a second’s pause. Despite the words, he puts both arms over his head again.

Rearing back to balance on his knees, Tony undoes his belt buckle and pulls his belt out of its loops. Between his legs, Daniel shifts. Tony wraps the belt around both of Daniel’s wrists and cinches it shut.

“Yeah?” Tony asks after he’s finished, a little belated.

Daniel nods furiously, his head rubbing against the carpet under him, causing his hair to frizz.

There’s no game plan here. Tony didn’t start this with anything specific in mind. The last time they tried something in this vein, it was prearranged, discussed, and Tony knew exactlywhat he’d do. This time, he just goes for it. He runs soft hands up and down Daniel’s sides, the way he knows will make Daniel squirm. He kisses and licks at Daniel’s nipples until Daniel pants out little breathless gasps. He strokes Daniel’s hard cock, slow and loose enough it won’t get Daniel off so much as tease him mercilessly.

Tony still has his jeans on, and it’s gone from mildly uncomfortable to downright painful in the time it takes Daniel to start pleading with him.

“Come on, Tony, please. Do something.”

“I am.” Tony says it lightly, guilelessly, as he continues to go as slowly as he possibly can. With his free hand, he unbuttons and unzips his pants. Immediately, his cock swells in the looser fabric of his boxer briefs.

For an instant, Tony tightens his hand around Daniel’s cock.

Daniel’s hips twist. “Tony.”

Immediately, Tony takes his hand away.

Danielwhines. It’s really gratifying.

Tony rocks back onto his heels and stands. He strips off his pants and socks, and then pulls his shirt off over his head. It catches on his ponytail, and he ends up pulling that out as well, but he can’t say he cares. Not with Daniel shifting restlessly on the carpet, waiting for him. He grabs the lube from the coffee table drawer and settles over Daniel again, one knee either side of his hips.

The brush of his cock against Daniel’s sends a shiver down Tony’s spine.

Daniel’s eyes go wide as Tony shifts his hips to start a slow, filthy grind. His mouth parts, and he lets out a stuttering, “Ah—ah, yes.”

It’s too dry and not nearly enough to get either of them there, but it feels good, heat and sweat trapped between their bodies. Tony dips down to kiss Daniel, arching his spine to keep their hips aligned as he does. Daniel kisses him back sloppily, a sure sign he’s pretty far gone.

With Daniel distracted, Tony gropes for the lube and slicks up his fingers. He rubs them across his opening, quick, perfunctory, not terribly interested in drawing this out. When they first started doing this, when it was brand new for Tony, it was always kind of a production. He would make sure to shower thoroughly in advance, worried about any possible unattractive smell or sight. In a rare and uncharacteristically sanguine turn, Daniel assured him he didn’t need to worry too much, and if a person were going to kick up a fuss about unexpected or unpleasant bodily fluids, they probably weren’t ready to have sex in the first place.

At the same time, Daniel used to spend ages opening him up, fingering him and getting him relaxed, sometimes so thoroughly they didn’t make it to the main event. It led to a lot of slow, sweet, romantic sex Tony loved.

That’s not what he’s after tonight.

He’s gotten used to this, is the thing. He knows how to do a decent risk assessment of what he’s eaten in the last day or two, when he last used the bathroom, and when he last showered. He knows he doesn’t need much prep, not when Daniel’s this hard, not when Tony wants tofeelit.

He just needs to take it slow to start.

When Tony wraps his slick hand around Daniel’s cock, Daniel’s hips twitch upward so hard he nearly unseats him. Tony strokes Daniel the way he wants but only for as long as it takes to get him wet.

He lets his hips hover over Daniel for a long moment, rubbing the head of Daniel’s cock against his hole until Daniel breathes out “please” in between hungry, panting sounds.

Finally, Tony grabs the base of Daniel’s cock in a firm grip and sinks onto it slowly. He keeps his breathing steady, in and out, keeps relaxed against the urge to tighten up.

“You feel good,” he sighs as he eases down as far as he can go.

“You feel…” Daniel’s trapped hands flex. “You feel…God, Tony…”

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