[ The evening is made up of dimly lit candles and sheets that are half falling off the bed and pillows that have been shoved up to the headboard. Tristan remembers evenings like this where candles were just dim lamps and the bed was ten times smaller (or at least felt it). They were younger and things were lighter and the call to Heaven was nearly deafening. Now... well. Now it's different. Heaven's far away now, a muffled kind of roar that you can barely touch with the tips of your fingers.
So distractions are in order. It starts with lazy, slow, open-mouthed kisses, fingers tangling in Dani's hair that he wraps around his knuckles, tugs warmly and affectionately. It changes into clothing peeled and fallen to the floor. Candles lit one by one.
A heat is pushing from the pit of his stomach up and bringing him to try and rut up against Dani's thigh as he leaves little, angry welts along his throat with his blunt teeth, scraping over skin, bruising and nipping. ]
[Distraction is important. Honestly, sometimes Dani feels like that's all he's ever doing in the city, is distracting himself from the emptiness he feels. Filling himself up with spending time with other people so he doesn't have to feel the worrying of the pit inside of him.
Tris is very good for that, not only because he's one of Dani's favorite people ever, but also because he understands what Dani feels. And Dani needs that kind of empathy.
It's only natural the way they ease into the sex, kisses to clothes coming off slowly. But Dani isn't necessarily in the mood for a traditional fuck today. Today he's feeling just a little bit sadistic in his own special way, and when that happens someone usually ends up begging for release.
He's got two slender fingers slowly sliding in and out of Tris's ass. Dani would have gone straight to rimming, but he was having too much fun kissing Tris's very kissable lips, so for now it's fingers, though they haven't been kissing for a few minutes now.
Dani hums softly, a little half-tune as he runs his thumb along Tris's perineum and shifts Tris's hips so that he can't rub up against Dani's thigh quite so easily.]
[ This wasn't what he was expecting, in all honesty, but it's not like it's an unpleasant surprise. Dani's fingers are warm and Tristan arches against them, feeling the way they crook perfectly inside of him while a smooth thumb presses perfectly against his taint. Dani's always had a mean streak, even when it comes to sex, and he should have anticipated it the moment Dani's mouth curled into the too-sweet little smile over his face, so close and warm, barely within distance to kiss him proper anymore. He should have know Dani would start to work him over like this to the point where he only fucking wanted him. ]
You're the worst.
[ He sucks in a sharp breath, digging a heel into the mattress, spreading that much more for his fingers to feel that extra depth. He clenches around him briefly, a flutter of muscle as he's left to cant his hips against absolutely nothing.
But he knows this is the kind of distraction that Dani needs. He knows that this kind of attention will pull him into the present, into here, into now, which is what matters the most. They're all here in a house, all together and all fucking safe as can be. ]
That's unfair, [ he whines, soft and under his breath. He knows the moment he tries to touch himself, it's over, that's just the rules, so he clutches fast to the sheets, wraps fingers in them, and resists the very, very strong urge to say fuck it already. That's part of the fun: the self-restraint. ]
[He grins, his eyes sparkling at Tris, and he leans down to kiss his stomach.]
But that would be admitting defeat, wouldn't it. And you're better than that.
[Dani's not really a dom, not really, but sometimes... sometimes he just likes pulling on the semblance of one, stringing his friends out until they beg and cry, just to see them tumble over the edge of a truly spectacular orgasm soon after.
He keeps pressing soft kisses to Tris's stomach, licks at it a little, and keeps his fingers moving slowly, stroking gently.]
I could go get a plug. Fill you up and then give you a massage. You're better at massages than I am, though. Oh, I could do that and then make you give me a blowjob, how about that?
[He hums softly, then licks up Tris's stomach to his chest, leaning his chin on his shoulder, letting his hair tickle Tris's skin.]
Or we could just keep doing this. I like this.
[He just barely, barely brushes a finger against Tris's prostate.]
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So distractions are in order. It starts with lazy, slow, open-mouthed kisses, fingers tangling in Dani's hair that he wraps around his knuckles, tugs warmly and affectionately. It changes into clothing peeled and fallen to the floor. Candles lit one by one.
A heat is pushing from the pit of his stomach up and bringing him to try and rut up against Dani's thigh as he leaves little, angry welts along his throat with his blunt teeth, scraping over skin, bruising and nipping. ]
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Tris is very good for that, not only because he's one of Dani's favorite people ever, but also because he understands what Dani feels. And Dani needs that kind of empathy.
It's only natural the way they ease into the sex, kisses to clothes coming off slowly. But Dani isn't necessarily in the mood for a traditional fuck today. Today he's feeling just a little bit sadistic in his own special way, and when that happens someone usually ends up begging for release.
He's got two slender fingers slowly sliding in and out of Tris's ass. Dani would have gone straight to rimming, but he was having too much fun kissing Tris's very kissable lips, so for now it's fingers, though they haven't been kissing for a few minutes now.
Dani hums softly, a little half-tune as he runs his thumb along Tris's perineum and shifts Tris's hips so that he can't rub up against Dani's thigh quite so easily.]
Ah-ah.
[He admonishes softly, with a quiet laugh.]
None of that.
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You're the worst.
[ He sucks in a sharp breath, digging a heel into the mattress, spreading that much more for his fingers to feel that extra depth. He clenches around him briefly, a flutter of muscle as he's left to cant his hips against absolutely nothing.
But he knows this is the kind of distraction that Dani needs. He knows that this kind of attention will pull him into the present, into here, into now, which is what matters the most. They're all here in a house, all together and all fucking safe as can be. ]
That's unfair, [ he whines, soft and under his breath. He knows the moment he tries to touch himself, it's over, that's just the rules, so he clutches fast to the sheets, wraps fingers in them, and resists the very, very strong urge to say fuck it already. That's part of the fun: the self-restraint. ]
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[He grins, his eyes sparkling at Tris, and he leans down to kiss his stomach.]
But that would be admitting defeat, wouldn't it. And you're better than that.
[Dani's not really a dom, not really, but sometimes... sometimes he just likes pulling on the semblance of one, stringing his friends out until they beg and cry, just to see them tumble over the edge of a truly spectacular orgasm soon after.
He keeps pressing soft kisses to Tris's stomach, licks at it a little, and keeps his fingers moving slowly, stroking gently.]
I could go get a plug. Fill you up and then give you a massage. You're better at massages than I am, though. Oh, I could do that and then make you give me a blowjob, how about that?
[He hums softly, then licks up Tris's stomach to his chest, leaning his chin on his shoulder, letting his hair tickle Tris's skin.]
Or we could just keep doing this. I like this.
[He just barely, barely brushes a finger against Tris's prostate.]