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Kaylynn’s phone kept buzzing for what felt like hours. Somehow, although it was always short-lived, Don constantly felt deeply connected with whoever he had last fucked. His friends called it "jealousy," but to him, it felt almost primal. The ringing noises on the bedside table made him more curious by the minute; Don knew that he just needed the tiniest peek. She surely wouldn’t mind, right?
He snatched the phone, seeing an unsaved number’s text as the latest notification. Despite not recognizing it at first, he knew that in some way, this wasn't the first time he had seen that particular combination of digits. Grabbing his own phone, he searched through his contacts, a gasp escaping his lips when he saw the name: Daniel Pleasant.
So the rumors were true. Kaylynn was Daniel’s mistress. What a bitch.
“Sure you don’t wanna hop in?” The voice echoed from the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower now,” Kaylynn singsonged, knowing Don found that adorable.
“I’m okay,” he replied, collecting himself. “Just grabbing my stuff, don’t even wait for me.”
He waited until he heard the shower knob turning and the sound of cascading water running. His attention went straight back to the woman’s phone, where two extra messages had appeared. He tried clicking on the latest one, but the password screen popped up. Knowing he had only five chances, he started with the basics: her birthday, the name of her dog, or her parents' names. Nothing worked. Frustrated, he typed in his own birthday, which promptly unlocked the phone. Too damn easy.
Opening the messages app, he chuckled at the desperation of the ginger man. Even with a wife and kids, Daniel still held onto the fantasy of living the suburban life with a maid, the whorishest of all professions. Did he really believe that if she would fuck him, she wouldn’t fuck everybody else?
Scrolling to see the older messages, more and more of the same pathetic declarations surfaced. “I love you,” “I miss you,” “I need you.” By the time Don had read at least fifteen of them, Daniel sent another one. Scrolling to the bottom, an unplayed video emerged. Don wasn’t stupid, but he was far too curious to ignore whatever content was behind that play button. Peeking at the bathroom door and seeing it fully closed while the water kept running, he lowered the volume to zero and pressed play.
At first, Daniel was filming himself smiling, his expression lines exposing how quickly the MVP of Pleasantview was aging. He positioned the phone in front of him, taking two steps back to show off his dirty uniform from today’s game. Once he was completely sure his body was in frame, Daniel’s expression quickly shifted from a dad’s smile to a sly, mischievous grin.
He teased the camera, taking his time to take off his shirt. The flex of his biceps and his defined abs shut down all of Don’s criticisms about the older man “aging badly.” Senior Pleasant still had it. His clean-shaven athlete's body stood in total contrast to Lothario’s hairy, Latino one. A flush of pink rushed through Daniel’s body as soon as his top half was completely exposed, matching the pink nubs of his nipples.
Don looked up, biting his lower lip. He was impressed. His own build wasn’t even close to the older man's. Was he feeling envious?
Returning his attention to the video, Daniel had already taken off his shorts, leaving nothing but pale blue boxers. Don knew he had to stop right now, or else he would be invading the couple’s privacy far too much. He had to stop... or he could watch just a little bit more, just to compare sizes. You know, like he used to do back in his teenage years in the high school locker rooms. The hard outline in those tiny boxers left almost nada to the imagination. That shit was big, thick, and leaking.
Don looked down at his own naked body, seeing his flaccid cock slowly chubbing up. Locking his eyes onto the screen, he watched as Daniel took his sweet time pulling down his underwear. When everything was off, that fat, eight-inch dick could rival any pornstar's. Judging by the smugness on Daniel’s face, he knew it and took pride in his possession. As Don’s breathing started to quicken, he hastily turned the video off, forwarded it to himself, backed out of the conversation, and locked Kaylynn’s phone.
When he stood up, his own member was fully erect thanks to the images. Fuck. In a flash, he dressed himself, escaping the bedroom as quickly as possible.
Saying that Daniel’s ginger dong was a recurring thought on Don’s mind was a complete understatement. It was his new fixation. Whether he was sleeping, working, taking a shower, or having sex with other women, it was there. Something in that man had reawakened a side of his bisexuality that he was sure he had left behind a few years ago. He had promised himself to never pursue any man ever again. But he surely could make one single exception…
For the past three weeks, Don had jerked off to that video every single night, religiously. Somehow, somewhere, someday, Don was going to fuck Daniel Pleasant.
After another wild day working as an intern (in a career he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d picked) he knew that the only thing capable of turning his day around would be hitting the closest pub open at this hour. After packing his belongings, he walked a few miles, enjoying the pleasant temperature of the spring evening. As the red lights of his favorite neon sign flashed brightly in his eyes, his frown slowly turned into a grin.
“Is it professional to come straight from a hospital to a bar?” The security guard, who already knew him well, was waiting by the door. “Nice seeing you again, Don.”
“You know how it is, man. A dude just needs some drinks!”
Going straight to his favorite stool, he ordered his usual two shots to start. The burning of the alcohol was like a silent code for his body, activating every engine of his Lothario side. As the minutes passed, the contents of the tequila bottle on the shelf steadily decreased.
After half an hour and seven shots down, he felt a warmth at his right side. Judging by the scent of woodsy cologne and sweat, it was definitely not a chick, so he didn’t even bother looking over.
“A beer for me,” a raspy, low voice sent a shiver straight down his spine, “and another round of whatever the princess is having.”
Don glanced to his side and froze. Speak of the devil, or rather, the object of his latest wet dreams. Daniel Pleasant was standing right there, wearing the exact same uniform that had been driving him crazy. “What are you doing here?”
“Wow.” Daniel flashed a smirk. “Unless you’ve suddenly become a saint, don’t tell me Mr. Lothario is judging a man for day-drinking?”
“Fuck off.” Don glanced at the shot the bartender had just set down, thanking the worker with a wink. “I’m not a princess, jackass.”
“Whatever. A free shot is a free shot, right?”
“I guess.” Don gulped his drink, while Daniel kept taking small swigs of his beer.
“So,” the older man coughed, trying to pull the attention back to himself, “haven’t seen you in a while. Last time was probably at the… you know.” Oh, Don knew. The disastrous day he had chickened out on his own wedding. He didn't regret it, but things certainly would have been easier. Financially, especially.
“Yeah," Don muttered. "Mary-Sue wouldn’t be happy seeing her husband sharing a drink with her friend's ex.”
Daniel let out a dry, humorless chuckle, leaning his elbow heavily on the counter to tilt his body toward Don. “Mary-Sue isn’t happy about a lot of things these days. Trust me, I can handle her adding another grievance to the list.”
“Oh, yeah?” Don raised an eyebrow, letting his eyes track the subtle movement of Daniel's chest under the athletic uniform. He couldn't help himself; the temptation to poke the bear was too sweet. “What's she got to be miserable about? You're the perfect suburban husband, aren't you? Big house, white picket fence, successful career.”
“But some women just don’t appreciate what’s right in front of them.” The bitterness was clear in Daniel's voice. “They get cold. Demanding. They expect you to just sit around and starve while they play corporate ladder.”
“So you look for an appetite elsewhere,” Don murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in closer, matching Daniel's proximity.
“A man has needs, Lothario. You of all people should understand that,” Daniel smirked, completely misinterpreting Don's tone as standard locker-room camaraderie.
Don’s sly grin turned razor-sharp. He couldn't take the hypocrisy for another second. The alcohol in his system washed away any remaining filter.
“Does Mary-Sue know you think that way?” Don asked quietly.
Daniel tilted his head, his smirk faltering slightly at the sudden shift in the brunette's energy. “Knows what, exactly?”
Don didn't blink. “That you’re fucking the maid in the very same bed you sleep with her?”
Complete silence.
To be fair, Don immediately regretted opening his mouth. The information had been eating him alive inside, but they weren't close enough for him to be all up in the Pleasants' business.
Daniel pierced him with a stare, his expression a mixture of mortified embarrassment and utter anger. The ginger snapped his head toward the bar, where the bartender was pretending to be busy just to soak in as much information as possible. “Would you excuse us for a second?”
As the worker retreated, Don’s sly grin instantly turned to shock when Daniel’s huge hands grabbed him tightly by the collar. “And how the fuck do you know that?” Sprays of Daniel’s saliva hit his face.
“One day, after fucking her right, I saw her phone buzzing.” The grip on his collar only intensified, and it wouldn't be wrong to say Don might have a bit of a thing for being choked. “Some pretty crappy, teenage confessions for a forty-something man, huh? Don’t try to deny it, I have the evidence.”
All of Daniel’s body language screamed 'teenager caught in the act,' which perfectly explained the frantic nature of those texts. The deep flush on the ginger’s cheeks was surprisingly similar to the shade of the older man's cockhead, the kind of hyper-specific observation only someone who had been replaying the same video for weeks would notice. Regardless, the grip stayed tight around Don’s neck.
“Listen, boy,” the older man said, his fury fully on display, “I don’t know what kind of game you're playing, but just know that I’ll fuck you up if a single word of this comes out.” Don understood the threatening intent of the phrase, but hearing it directed at him, no matter the context, was exciting as hell.
“Yeah? What would you do?”
Daniel stood up from the bar stool, his hand maintaining its grip. “You wouldn’t want to find out, Lothario.”
From Don's perspective, Daniel loomed over him, so much bigger and taller. Their sudden closeness allowed him to inhale the intoxicating, addictive scent radiating off the older man. The sheer dominance of the scene made Don let out a quiet whine, just like the desperate girls he used to fuck.
A puzzled look flashed in Daniel’s eyes. He took a small step back, dropping his hands from the younger man's neck. The ginger looked the brunette up and down, until his gaze fixated on Don’s crotch. The tent in his pants was so obvious there was no hiding it. “You fucking fag,” Daniel whispered. “It’s not about having Kaylynn for yourself. You want to be her.”
Don froze, the insult stinging less than the sheer heat of Daniel's gaze tracking his arousal. For a second, the only sound between them was the clinking of glasses down the bar. Daniel didn’t look away. Instead, a slow, familiar smirk began to replace the bewilderment on his face, the exact same expression from the video.
The ginger downed the rest of his beer in one massive gulp, his eyes never leaving the shorter man. “C’mon. We’re leaving.”
Don nodded without question, opening his wallet and tossing down the first bill his fingers touched. He tried to cover himself as he stood, but it was no use. He thanked the universe when, the moment they stepped outside, he saw the Pleasant’s car parked just a few meters away.
As Daniel unlocked the vehicle, Don quickly climbed into the passenger side. The interior smelled of dried sweat, with a heap of dirty gym clothes scattered across the floorboards. As he reached for the seatbelt, he felt a heavy grip clamp down on his shoulder. “No need for that,” Daniel whispered directly into his ear.
Before even turning the key in the ignition, Daniel kept his eyes locked onto Don’s as he shoved off his shorts, tossing them onto the pile in the back. “You’re gonna keep blowing me until we get there. No teeth, no hands. If I catch you touching yourself, I’m going to ignore every single one of your pleas to slow down.”
The demanding, commanding edge in his voice made Don’s cock leak more than it already was.
The younger man only realized the car had already left its parking spot due to the movement and the slight breeze entering through the crack of the window. His eyes remained fixated on the yellowed white briefs the other was wearing, the sight making his mouth water with desire.
Usually, in any other scenario, Don was the kind of person to be a bit of a brat in bed. He loved denying women’s wishes and whines, their teasing and cries only fed his ginormous ego. But right now, he had never wanted anything as badly as this. Although he had lived in the town for a while, he wasn’t entirely familiar with the surroundings. Daniel could be kidnapping him for all he knew, this might be his last sex ever. And that, unfortunately, was hot as fuck.
His mind was so fogged with all the possible endings to this “car trip” that his attention only snapped back to reality when his head was smashed between the steering wheel and Daniel’s lap.
“I told you to suck it,” the older man said, opening Don’s mouth with his right index finger and spat directly into it.
Taken aback by the action, Don quickly hooked a finger into the waistband, the elastic of which had clearly seen better days. At that point, he knew he could drop the act. No trying to be romantic or suspenseful. Daniel was a rough guy, and Don knew exactly how to cater to that.
The strong smell of body wash and sweat grew stronger as Daniel’s dick emerged from his underwear. It was low-key humiliating how Don was completely worked up, while the rosy cock in front of him rested like nothing was happening. Looking up, he saw the most blasé expression plastered across the ginger’s face. Fuck. Was this how his own girls felt? Completely whiny and turned on?
The eagerness to touch, lick, mouth, and jerk… it was all too much. Maybe it was the fact that he was in a moving vehicle, but he was sure the thick dick in front of him was half the reason he felt so dizzy. Don normally considered himself an articulate person, especially capable of weaving the most beautiful words for anyone. Right now? He could only babble and moan like a bitch.
After taking a deep breath, he took it in his hand. Suddenly, he was nineteen again in college, holding another man’s dick for the first time.
The first few licks against the reddish tip filled his mouth with a bitter taste. He wasn’t shy, just nervous. Somehow, doing the bare minimum still felt like too much for old Daniel. A rosy blush, which had started on Daniel's chest, could now be seen spreading across his entire body. Don finally took the whole head into his mouth, letting his tongue do most of the work. He wouldn’t order a pack of sweaty-after-work-cock flavored candy, but if it was Daniel’s, he was willing to make an exception.
It tasted divine.
Don began bobbing his head, moving as slowly as his body could without combusting. As his taste buds filled with the intoxicating flavor of pre-cum, Lothario couldn’t help but moan. The constant hum against his cock made Daniel finally acknowledge him, causing the two to lock eyes for a moment. From down there, Don could see sweat beads running along the older man's face, his tense expression lines, and his parted pink lips calling to him.
With a soft pop, he released the cock from his mouth, a string of saliva bridging the gap between them. He used his right thumb to smear the mixture of fluids over the ginger’s shaft while his lips pressed kisses onto Daniel’s toned stomach. The kisses trailed up the older man's body, though Don intentionally avoided the perked nipples—which he guessed were Daniel’s most sensitive spot. Reaching his face, Don licked the side of the other man's jawline, collecting a few stray drops of sweat.
For the first time, Don glanced at the windshield and noticed they had stopped at a red light. He looked back at Daniel’s mouth, his own body begging to lock their lips together. He leaned in smoothly, but Daniel held him back.
“Don’t,” Daniel said. His tone wasn’t sharp, but Don could still sense the reservation. “Too personal, Lothario.”
Don chuckled, raising his eyebrows in amusement. “That’s where you draw the line?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Daniel said, not even looking at him as he stepped on the gas when the light turned green. “Kisses are for partners. Right now, you’re my fuck-toy. Get it?”
Don didn’t bother answering. He was a big-time kisser, it was one of his favorite parts of seducing and romancing someone. Daniel’s lost, Lothario was actually great at making out.
Returning his attention to the pink monster in Daniel’s lap, Don went all out with every skill in his repertoire. Not to brag, but the guys back at uni had always told him he had a real way with handling another man’s manhood.
A quiet, raspy sound scraped from the back of Daniel’s throat, barely audible over the hum of the engine and the low rumble of the tires on asphalt. He didn't look down, his eyes remained stubbornly glued to the dark road ahead, but his right hand left the wheel for a fraction of a second, pressing down hard into the back of Don’s hair, holding him firmly in place.
Daniel’s hips slowly started to establish a rhythm, his hairless pubes closer than ever to Don’s nostrils. That was it, that was how Daniel was planning on killing him: suffocating him with the fattest cock on earth. What started at a slow pace turned into Daniel completely hammering inside Don’s mouth. While Lothario was dying (literally) of pleasure, Daniel maintained a staccato of ah ah ah’s that could rival Vivaldi’s brilliant pieces.
After what felt like hours of his face being fucked, the grip behind Don’s head finally released, sending the younger man into a fit of coughing. The car began to slow down until it finally stopped.
Don looked in front of him, and a slight panic spread through his body. Tall trees, a few bushes, and nothing else. “Where—”
“33 kilometers from Pleasantview,” Daniel said, as if it were nothing. “Stonecreek National Forest. Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not the first person I’ve brought here.”
Oh. Of course. They were closer to Riverblossom Hills than Pleasantview.
“That’s the best option?” The cocky undertone in Don’s voice was present, even though he was clearly shaken by the idea of being so far from home.
Daniel answered him with a grin before opening the door beside him. Don followed him with his eyes, watching the naked man leave the car. He should have been fearing for his life, but instead, he could only grind against his own jeans, trying to squeeze out a bit of pleasure.
The door next to Don opened, revealing Daniel standing there with the same grin as before. The ginger eyed him up and down, the ragged lines around his eyes making him scarier than necessary. “Take off your clothes and hop in the backseat.”
Don merely nodded, clumsily removing his work shirt. He felt a flash of prudishness at how quickly and ferally Daniel’s hands attacked his chest, kneading his man-tits like dough. Just the motion of unbuttoning his jeans and undoing his fly made him bite his lower lip, the closest he had come to touching his own member all afternoon. Swiftly, he removed both his jeans and underwear before stepping out of the car, his heart racing like crazy. Two dudes, completely naked in the forest.
Daniel opened the rear door, gesturing for the younger man to enter. The gap the ginger left was so narrow that Don felt the other man’s dick slide against his thigh.
He tried finding the best position possible for whatever Daniel intended to do with him. Being on the taller side, Don could barely sit without his head constantly brushing the roof. The whole time, the older man’s predatory eyes followed his every move, his gaze resembling someone waiting for a restaurant buffet to open.
“All fours.” It wasn’t a suggestion from the ginger, more so a demand. “Need this hairy hole on full display.”
Don shyly nodded, doing as commanded. The adrenaline rushing through his body reminded him of his doper phase near graduation. Maybe cock was better than acid.
The first touch of Daniel’s fingers on his buttocks sent shivers down his spine; his own dick was so deprived of touch that even the tiniest bit of attention made him moan.
“Do you play with yourself?” Daniel’s voice was as raspy as ever, accompanied by the wet sounds of him jerking off.
“No,” Don answered, instantly met with a hard slap to his cheeks. “What the—”
Another slap. “No, sir. Get it?”
“Yeah, not happe—” Daniel’s smack was so strong Don was sure it would leave a bruise. “Fuck. No, sir,” he coughed out through the pain, tears already welling in his eyes. “Only tried once, years ago.”
Even without looking, Don guessed this information was the cherry on top for Daniel, as the wet noises grew faster.
“Lothario was always a princess, then?” the older man murmured, leaning his weight over Don. “Think you can take me?”
Don shook his head. Was he willing to try? Yes. But realistically speaking, Daniel was going to tear him apart.
“Yeah, I know,” Daniel whispered in his ear, raising goosebumps along Don's arms.
“Good boy,” Daniel rumbled, the vibration of his chest pressing right into Don’s spine. He brought a hand up, wrapping broad fingers around the nape of Don’s neck to force his face back down into the fabric. “Honesty looks good on you, Don. Keeps you from getting hurt worse than you need to be.” The sound of slick friction picked up again, closer this time, right at the threshold.
The weight on top of him left, and Don immediately missed the warmth. He thought of turning to look when the sound of gravel and Daniel’s cleats grew louder, but soon he heard the older man's knee click, followed by a low grunt of pain, something that would have made Don laugh in any other scenario.
Without much warning, Daniel’s fingers spread Don’s cheeks, followed by a wet, heavy lick of the ginger’s tongue against his rim.
A startled gasp ripped from Don’s throat, his fingers digging uselessly into the upholstery. The contrast of the cold forest air hitting his bare skin and the searing heat of Daniel’s mouth was enough to make his head spin. Daniel didn't give him room to breathe, burying his face deeper and working him open with broad, rhythmically wet strokes. Every lap of his tongue sent a jolt straight to Don’s core, melting away the last bit of hesitation until he was actively arching back into the touch.
The cold vinyl of the backseat burned against his knees, but he barely registered it over the heavy, rhythmic slickness working him open, driving his pulse into a frantic, deafening roar in his ears.
“Tastes so good,” Daniel murmured between kisses and light bites around his buttocks. “So fucking hairy. Do you like being eaten, princess?”
Don moaned an answer, but the fear of another slap made him quickly correct himself. “Yes, sir. I like it so much,” his voice trembling with pleasure.
“I knew you would.”
It would never, even in a million years, have crossed Don’s mind that someone would actively make out with his asshole, but he knew right then that he had discovered something he wouldn’t be able to live without. His tight entrance spasmed in anticipation of anything the ginger was willing to give him.
And, to top it all off, Daniel’s skills were no joke.
They hadn’t kissed (yet, Don correctly reminded himself), but he could already tell the older man was a beast at it. The way his tongue danced and lapped around Don’s winking hole made the younger man whimper against the seat, grinding against the air in desperate need of contact.
Daniel pulled back from between Don’s thighs with a heavy, wet sigh, leaving the younger man cold and shivering in the draft. He didn't stay back for long, reaching underneath Don’s body, Daniel’s thick, calloused hand cupped his neglected dick, giving it a firm, agonizingly slow squeeze. A high-pitched whimpering gasp tore out of Don’s throat as the sudden, overwhelming warmth hit his hyper-sensitive skin.
"Look at that," Daniel chuckled darkly into his ear, tracing a thumb over the pre-slicked head until Don was bucking helplessly against his palm. "Fucking desperate for a bit of hand, weren’t you, princess?"
Don’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, his tongue lolling out. The pace of Daniel’s hand was agonizing, truly diabolical. “Please, sir—” he could only beg, hoping the ginger would be the savior of his deepest need. Anything at that point would have been a relief. He needed to cum.
But when he felt the sudden heat of a mouth wrap around his tip, Don was sure his subsequent moan reached at least three neighboring towns.
In reality, Daniel didn’t even make much of an effort. Blowing someone wasn’t usually in the older man's repertoire, but the glistening, dark-crimson head of Don’s dick looked just too inviting. The cockhead, much like his tight hole, tasted of sweat and body wash. Daniel was a big fan of a man's natural taste, but the faint trace of lavender on the back of his tongue wasn’t terrible.
Daniel’s tongue, skilled as ever, teased the slit of Don’s penis. The younger man's hips threatened to start bucking, but the ginger’s firm grip pinned him securely in place. It didn’t take long for Don to start whimpering a string of “fuck,” “shit,” and “oh God,” and without any warning, the pulsing in his dick quickened before he cried out, spilling it all directly into Daniel’s mouth.
Don collapsed forward, his elbows giving out completely as his face pressed hard into the vinyl of the backseat. His chest heaved in frantic, shallow gasps, his vision swimming with stars as the lingering tremors of his orgasm washed over him. He was completely spent, every muscle in his body turned to lead, his skin slick with sweat and cold air.
Instead of pulling away, the older man took his time to lap up every last drop from the trembling tip before finally letting the dark-crimson head slip past his lips.
Don finally dared to look back, the scene enough to make his now softened cock twitched. Daniel spat Don’s jizz into his own hand, spreading all of it on his dick that maintained hard as ever.
“Look at you,” Daniel growled, his voice thick and satisfied against the quiet rustle of the surrounding forest. He shifted behind him, the distinct, rhythmic sound of him masturbating cutting through the silence. “All turned to jelly over a little oral. But we’re not done here, princess. Not by a long shot.”
Don tried to push himself up, his arms trembling violently under his own weight. “Daniel—wait, I—fuck, I can barely move—”
Daniel didn't answer with words. Instead, he grabbed Don’s hips with an iron grip and yanked him back until his spent body was positioned right where the ginger wanted him. The blunt, heavy heat of Daniel’s fully erect length aligned directly against Don's freshly wet entrance. “I want to fuck you open,” Daniel said as he slowly started to grind, the slickness of the motion rapidly increasing his pace. “But grinding against you is going to be just as good, princess.”
The friction was fast and unforgiving, the broad, heavy tip sliding repeatedly across Don’s sensitive seam and tight ring with enough pressure to drive the breath right out of his lungs. Every hard drive of Daniel’s hips sent a shockwave through Don’s core, the slick heat of his own fresh release acting as grease for the relentless, brutal rhythm. Don buried his face into the worn seat cushion, his fingers tearing at the fabric as he let out a broken, breathless moan, completely helpless against the sheer weight and power behind every stroke pinning him in place.
Don’s body trembled helplessly, his freshly spent dick twitching uselessly against the seat as the brutal friction kept him teetering on the edge of sensory overload. Daniel wasn't holding back, using the slickness of Don's own cum to turn the space between Don's buttocks into a searing hot track. The slap of skin on skin echoed inside the cramped car alongside Don’s broken, desperate whimpers. Still in motion, Daniel reached down to grab his long-forgotten briefs, stuffing Don’s mouth with them. The overwhelmingly strong taste of Daniel’s long day at work made the younger man dizzy with pleasure.
Daniel’s breathing turned ragged, his broad chest heaving against Don’s spine as the furious friction brought him to the brink. With a final, crushing thrust that pinned Don’s hips flat to the seat, a guttural moan ripped from the back of the ginger’s throat. His entire body shuddered violently as his climax hit, thick, heavy spurts of release spilling over Don’s defined back and pooling down the cleft of his cheeks. Daniel collapsed forward, his dead weight trapping the younger man beneath him while he rode out the lingering, breathless tremors of his orgasm.
Daniel lingered for a few heavy, breathless moments before slowly shifting his weight, letting out a satisfied huff as he sat up on his knees. He didn't waste a second before leaning back over Don’s spent body, using his fingers to part the younger man’s cheeks once more. His thick tongue dragged slowly up the cleft, collecting the warm, heavy mess he had just left behind with long, deliberate laps. Don hissed sharply at the contact, a full-body shiver wracking his frame as every stroke grazed his hyper-sensitive, overworked entrance, making his toes curl tightly against the seat.
Once he had thoroughly cleaned Don’s skin, Daniel grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him around, turning the younger man onto his back without an ounce of gentleness. Before Don could even catch his breath or process the sudden shift, Daniel cupped his jaw in a bruising grip and brought his mouth crashing down onto his. It was a messy, possessive kiss, Daniel’s tongue forcing its way between Don's lips and sharing the thick, hot taste of his own release, painting the inside of Don’s mouth with the heavy reminder of what they had just done.
Don’s brain stalled, his eyes wide in sheer shock as the heat of Daniel’s mouth claimed his own. There wasn't a single drop of romance in the harsh, suffocating press of their lips. Yet, as Daniel’s grip tightened on his jaw, Don knew without a doubt it was the sexiest kiss he had ever experienced in his life.
Daniel slightly moved, allowing Don to gasp for air. “I thought you did no kisses,” Don panted.
Daniel flashed his usual smug grin. “There’s always that one exception,” he murmured, before crashing their lips together again.