Page 59 of Lovesick Gods

Fingers grazing Danny’s jawline, Cho moved them to his chin and finally to his lips. Danny didn’t need to be told. He openedhis mouth and sucked Cho’s fingers in with fervor. The man had such amazing hands. Danny never got tired of watching them, and when Cho talked, they were always moving, always dancing to the rhythm of his speech. It was hypnotic in its own right, just as much as the man’s alluring voice.

Soon, Cho pulled his moistened fingers free, making way for his mouth as he kissed Danny deep. Their tongues tangled in sync with their hips.

“Please…” Danny whined when those damp digits reached down low between them.

“Tell me, Danny…tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”

Spreading his legs wider to accommodate Cho’s prodding fingers, Danny hooked his ankles around Cho’s waist. He marveled at the strength in the man, holding him upright with one hand while the right toyed with him with slow, measured twists of his fingers.

“I…I want…” Danny tried to clear his mind, to focus his thoughts, but everything was a daze of heat and need and Cho’s hands. “I want…more of you…all of you. Your tongue. Yourcock. Want you inside me til I beg for you to go faster.”

Til it hurts. Til I scream. Til I feel…

“You sure about that, Danny?” Cho panted and licked the skin along Danny’s neck. “Think you can handle it?”

The gentle stretch that followed made Danny moan. He hadn’t been this good for Cho, he couldn’t have been, yet he remembered the most beautiful, needy noises from the man that poured from his own lips now. Maybe that was why this worked so well, because they could both reduce the other to an incoherent mess.

“Please.” Danny rocked against Cho’s hand, trying to pull his fingers in deeper. “Right now, right here,please...”

“Patience. We’re too unprepared for that here on my desk.” Slowing his hand, Cho dragged the pads of his fingers along the intimate curves inside of Danny, over every nerve that made him shudder.

Danny squirmed as he bucked up helplessly in response, but it wasn’t the right angle, rocked back on the desk. Only Cho could speed things up the way Danny wanted. Gripping the man’s head in his hands, thumbs hooked around his jaw, Danny kissed him to plead his case, slow and deep and messy as they panted into each other’s mouths.

“Then let’s go up—”

“Not yet,” Cho gruffed out, completely unswayed.

Danny groaned and dropped his head back in defeat. Cho chuckled, low and deliciously menacing, causing Danny to shiver at the sound. If he couldn’t coerce the man to speed things along, he might as well enjoy the ride. He felt like the edge was always out of reach, like a mirage in the desert that he could grasp if only he went a little further, waited a little longer, but then it was gone, leaving him thirsting for release.

No one had ever given Danny such full attention, made it all about him. That was one thing Danny could never deny about Cho; he always gave Danny his entire focus, like an obsession.

Finally retracting his fingers, Cho left Danny a mess of ignited nerve endings, trembling and gasping for breath. Danny whimpered again, but he didn’t beg. He waited.

“Okay, Sparky,” Cho whispered. “Get us on the bed.”

All it took was one deep breath and the call of Danny’s lightning.

“Should I start with mytongue?” Cho asked when they were situated upstairs, but Danny shook his head. He was too keyed up for more teasing.

It almost bothered him that Cho kept his shirt on after gathering the supplies and removing the rest of their clothes.Probably the scars, Danny thought, but now wasn’t the time to wonder about that. He knew where most of them had come from. And besides, Danny didn’t care about scars. Why would he, even if all his own had vanished when he gained his healing?

He tried to say that without saying it, ran his hands up beneath Cho’s shirt from navel to collarbone, feeling the scar tissue as he went. The only places free of scars were the ones that would have been more visible to curious eyes when he was a kid, like his arms.

Smiling at Danny more tenderly, Cho still pressed forward without removing his shirt and gave Danny just what he’d been asking for.

A particularly deep thrust had Danny’s head digging back into the mattress. “Cho…”

“Mal,” he corrected fondly.

“Mal…sorry,” Danny laughed, because he couldn’t help the habit. Focusing on the stunning, flushed man above him, he said it again, “Mal…”

Cho felt as good inside of him as the other way around. Little by little their pace picked up, and Danny begged for every change in force and tempo. When they were close, he knew he and Cho were nearly there together, because he could feel the edge approaching and also hear it in the catch to Cho’s breaths.

With Danny moaning praises in his ear, Cho sounded halfway mad along with him. “Use your powers, Sparky.Now.”

“Where…?”

“Everywhere.”

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