Paul groaned, his eyes rolling back under the unexpected surge of lust that washed over him. He knew it would get Danny’s guard up, but he hadn’t expected him to act this violently over the taunt. With all of Danny’s weight on him, Paul’s back was on fire, mixed with the fever and Danny’s flare of anger, he was suddenly mindless with lust.
“Your ass belongs to me. I’ve suffered for it. I’ve loved you forever. I deserve it,” Danny went on, his voice a low mixture of anger and desire. “I don’t ever want you getting from another man what you can get from me. You hear me, Paul Guy, it’s mine.”
“Yeah,” Paul choked, shifting beneath Danny, aching for him. “I hear you.”
Danny was silent for a long moment, his grip on Paul’s face unforgiving, his weight still heavy on top of him as the sound of both their labored breathing echoed in the quiet room. Then Danny groaned in defeat, leaning forward and capturing Paul’s lips with his. The kiss was rough and demanding, forcing Paul to open and accept what he was giving. He released Paul’s face, only to tangle his fingers in his hair, tugging his head back as he thrust his tongue into his mouth.
Paul forgot what he had been trying to get from Danny to begin with. His back was burning and his cock was hard. Danny felt amazing over him, all muscle, raw strength and untamable fury. He wanted to cling to him, to hold Danny closer. More so, he wanted to reach down and push off the boxer shorts he wore, craving the feeling of being bare and vulnerable.
Danny held him down before he could do either.
His fingers dug into Paul’s wrists as he broke the kiss, his eyes wild and possessive. His hot gaze ran over Paul pinned beneath him before he groaned and leaned back down, placing a kiss against Paul’s collarbone. “Don’t hold my head.” Danny looked back up to glare at Paul. “I don’t like being held down. It pisses me off.”
“I wasn’t,” Paul said quickly. Realizing too late it was a warning, not an accusation, he added, “I won’t. I’d never do that.”
Danny must have believed him, because he placed another kiss against Paul’s chest, above the place where his heart was beating wildly out of control. His lips ran over Paul’s fevered skin, sticky with a combination of his high temperature and being so fucking turned-on he was worried he might come all over Danny’s stomach when Danny tugged at the boxer shorts, forcing them past Paul’s hips.
Paul’s cock sprang free, hard and aching, dripping with pre-cum. He didn’t know how long he’d been sick. He’d lost track of time somewhere along the way, but he realized with stunning certainty it’d been way too long since he’d had an orgasm. He bit his lip, knowing this was a very bad idea when he was so out of his mind and his self-control was less than none.
“Don’t suck me.” He gripped at the sheets to stop himself from pushing Danny off him when he buried his face against the base of Paul’s cock, breathing deeply as if wanting to memorize his scent. “I haven’t come in a really long time and I haven’t had a blowjob since before Evie left.”
Danny lifted his eyes to Paul’s, studying him for a long moment before his fingers dug into his hipbone, holding him in place as he turned his attention back to Paul’s cock. He licked the length of it with reverent appreciation that was utterly male, shocking Paul to the core.
He had mistakenly assumed Danny sucking cock was a submissive act. There was nothing submissive about the way he was enjoying Paul’s body, as if it were his to toy and play with, tormenting him with pleasure instead of pain. Paul arched, squeezing his eyes shut when Danny took the head of his cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.
“Fuck,” Paul growled, pushing his heels against the blanket, not knowing if he was trying to pull away from the bliss or just enjoy it as the sheets tugged at his back. “Shit, you gotta stop.”
Danny didn’t stop. He took Paul’s cock in his mouth over and over, sucking him in a way that made it obvious why he had sex partners willing to pay him for this. Paul let go of the sheets, his back bowing from the ecstasy. It had to be the fever, the fog it caused to his body and mind, because Paul gave himself over to the moment and just enjoyed the feeling of Danny blowing him.
When the orgasm slammed into him, his entire body jerked with the force of it. Danny’s grip on his hipbones tightened, holding Paul down when he would have thrust toward the heaven of his mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Paul chanted as his cock pulsed and he came down Danny’s throat. When the wave started to pass, Paul fell lax, his head lolling to the side. He stared at the closet door, feeling his face heat in the aftermath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”