[ But John pulls back, playing keep-away with his kisses now that Danny's letting that kind of shit trip off his tongue. ]
I bet you're so fucking warm and tight inside, hey?
[ A blood-smeared hand touches his abdomen, feeling for a good spot, maybe just above the hip, somewhere comfortable to ride into him but unlikely to damage any major organs. ]
Right here. Could make you a little cunt just for me.
[ Turnabout is fair play, he figures, on that kind of derision. ]
Could even make it feel good.
[ Cluster nerve endings together, put them under a spongy mass, automatic erogenous zone. Plus it's already easy to make each touch resonate elsewhere — when he pushes his cock further into Danny's thigh he lets him feel it in his prostate, a warm wash of pleasure that will feel confusingly like getting fucked. ]
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I bet you're so fucking warm and tight inside, hey?
[ A blood-smeared hand touches his abdomen, feeling for a good spot, maybe just above the hip, somewhere comfortable to ride into him but unlikely to damage any major organs. ]
Right here. Could make you a little cunt just for me.
[ Turnabout is fair play, he figures, on that kind of derision. ]
Could even make it feel good.
[ Cluster nerve endings together, put them under a spongy mass, automatic erogenous zone. Plus it's already easy to make each touch resonate elsewhere — when he pushes his cock further into Danny's thigh he lets him feel it in his prostate, a warm wash of pleasure that will feel confusingly like getting fucked. ]