[ 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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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.]