( when john splits him open and neatly rearranges his insides like god arranged adam in the beginning, danny doesn't scream. he wants to, almost does, but the sound doesn't make it out of his clenched throat, just a pitiful cry that's swallowed by a greedy void of tongue and teeth. danny still tastes his own blood in john's mouth, and his tears now, too. no man can do this, no man should do this. nothing with eyes and a face and a mouth and a body like john should do this.
he disappears, up in the oxygen-thin stratosphere of his mind. he comes back, and john is in his face, his dick on his brand new, tailor-made hole, asking him if he's okay. amazing that he can even feel frothing resentment at that question when he's so strung out, buzzed up on adrenaline. )
Fuck — ( you, fuck off, you don't fucking know what i can take. his throat quivers as he swallows, licks a fat teardrop from his swollen bottom lip. the hand painting marks over john's firm cheek digs in harder, seats him more firmly across danny's thighs and lap, before he cants his hips and ruts his cock against john's leg, slicks firm along the underside of his ass. ) Fuck me up.
( he wants to feel it. he wants to see it. two bloody fingers stroke past john's hovering cockhead, knuckling deep into the wet slit in his abdomen he's created for fucking and filling. danny fingers it like a cunt. it almost feels like one if he closes his eyes. )
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he disappears, up in the oxygen-thin stratosphere of his mind. he comes back, and john is in his face, his dick on his brand new, tailor-made hole, asking him if he's okay. amazing that he can even feel frothing resentment at that question when he's so strung out, buzzed up on adrenaline. )
Fuck — ( you, fuck off, you don't fucking know what i can take. his throat quivers as he swallows, licks a fat teardrop from his swollen bottom lip. the hand painting marks over john's firm cheek digs in harder, seats him more firmly across danny's thighs and lap, before he cants his hips and ruts his cock against john's leg, slicks firm along the underside of his ass. ) Fuck me up.
( he wants to feel it. he wants to see it. two bloody fingers stroke past john's hovering cockhead, knuckling deep into the wet slit in his abdomen he's created for fucking and filling. danny fingers it like a cunt. it almost feels like one if he closes his eyes. )