Page 56 of Second Chance

Tony keeps it slow to start, teasing. He circles his hips gently until he can get the angle right, massaging his prostate with the head of Daniel’s dick. It’s not enough for Daniel, definitely not, but it feels fantastic. Tony balances on his knees, circling his hips in a slow rhythm, and wraps his hand around his own cock.

He groans and lets his eyes flutter shut.

“The way you look…” Daniel’s one to talk. He’s flushed under Tony, panting for air as his wrists strain against the belt.

“Yeah?” Tony sinks a little deeper, pushes his chest out, and arches his spine more. “Tell me.”

“You look amazing. Fucking yourself on me,usingme.”

“You like that, huh, baby?”

“I like being yours,” Daniel says, way too sincere and way too erotic.

Tony rests his hands either side of Daniel’s face and gives up the game. He starts to fuck himself properly, harder as Daniel’s knees draw up behind him, and his feet plant on the floor. “Come on. Give it to me.”

Usually, Daniel would grip his hips and use the leverage to hold Tony still and fuck up into him. Without the option, all he can do is use his legs and ass, making the fuck uneven, hardand soft by turns. It’s a tease as much as it’s fucking hot. When Tony’s knees skid on the carpet, his dick bounces against his own stomach, and rasps against the hair on Daniel’s. Sticky drops of precome leak from the head in the sweaty space between their bodies.

Tony wants it so badly.

He scrambles for the belt buckle, tugs it out, and then he’s got Daniel’s big hand on his hip, holding him down while Daniel drives up into him.

Tony makes sounds he’ll be embarrassed about later, moaning high and tight as he gets what he wants.

“I’m not gonna last,” Daniel pants. “You feel too good, fuck, Tony…”

“C’mon. Take what you want. I want you to. Want to be dripping with you. I need you, Daniel, need you, don’t—don’t stop, don’t leave me.”

It’s too much, too honest, and relief fills Tony when Daniel twists enough to get his other hand out of the tangle of the belt and between their bodies. He circles his thumb and forefinger around Tony’s cock and fucks his hips in hard, right where Tony needs it.

Tony comes immediately, crying out against Daniel’s skin when his knees buckle with the force of it, and he can’t stay upright anymore. His cock still drools out slow ropes of jizz when Daniel grabs his other hip and fucks up one more time with a groan.

His face is flushed red, his eyes are closed, and his mouth is open. He’s so fucking beautiful, and he’s all Tony’s.

After, it takes Tony a few tries to stand up properly. One of his feet fell asleep, circulation cut off from how he’s been sittingon it. Rug burn covers both his knees. Daniel has to help him stay upright in the shower, snickering.

“Shut up,” Tony mumbles. “Worth it.”

“Not arguing.” Daniel strokes a wet hand through Tony’s hair. “Not sure why you didn’t go for the handcuffs we specifically purchased for that kind of thing, but…”

“Oh fuck.” In early August, they went down to the city to visit Daniel’s grad school roommate, Paul. They took an afternoon to go to a sex shop, specifically because of how quickly they’d both come when Tony held Daniel’s hands down against the bed one time. They haven’t gotten around to trying the cuffs out yet. “I totally forgot.”

Daniel laughs, letting his head fall back in the spray. “You were a little focused.”

Tony drops his head forward to Daniel’s shoulder and breathes for a while.

“Hey, Tony?”

“Mm?”

“I’m sorry I’m putting you through this.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay. But, um…about before, with Gianna…”

“Reallydon’t wanna talk about it.”

He feels more than hears Daniel sigh.

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