Ok, this was a bit different. Arin was completely open with himself regarding what he was and was not sexually interested in, but he had never noticed any sort of pull towards hands.
He and Danny were just enjoying a simple movie night with no hidden intentions other than a plan to head straight to sleep after an exhausting day. Of course, the two were cuddled as closely as they could possibly get, trying their best to avoid turning up the heater any more than they have to. It wasn’t until the halfway mark of the second movie that Arin’s mind began to be wander off to the mug that Dan was gripping. At first he just gave it a simple glance, thinking nothing of it, but as the movie went on he couldn’t help but catch more peeks at Danny’s hand, watching the veins move ever so slightly as he would adjust his grip.
Arin found himself nibbling at the plump of his lower lip, and soon glanced the opposite way, now looking at his arm. Danny had his arm draped around Arin’s neck, leaving his hand to absentmindly grip onto Arin’s arm, stroking the fabric of his shirt. He wasn’t sure what it was that was drawing his attention to Dan’s hands, but after gazing at the length of his fingers long enough, Arin’s mind deleted further into a far more sexual space.
Arin brought his own hand up to meet Danny’s, lacing his own fingers with his partners. He took this moment to carefully trace along a specific vein on the back side of Danny’s hand, contemplating his next move.
The movie continued, and Arin continued to divert his attention to better matters. As the credits finally began to roll Dan stretched his arms upward, flexing his fingers out. Arin turned to face Dan on the couch, his face already littered with a peach tint. He cleared his throat and spoke to his partner, all while keeping his gaze fixed on Dan’s arms and hands.
“I was thi-thinking that we could end movie night a little early tonight,” Arin let his sight drift to Danny’s face, trying to assess if the other man was tired.
“Oh, well, sure. I mean, it is only eleven though. You must be pretty tired,” Danny gave his reply as he lowered his arms back to his lap, extending one to Arin’s face, his index finger carefully tracing at Arin’s jaw bone.
Arin shivered at the touch, beginning to lean closer into his partner. He pressed his lips together as he gathered his words again, reaching out to grab Dan’s stilled hand. “Actually, I’m not all that tired. I have at least another hour and a half left in me,” he spoke in a triumphant tone, tying eagerly to make his point.
Arin nudged himself onto Danny’s lap, a sigh escaping his parted lips. He wrapped his arms around Dan’s slim neck, pulling himself close enough to erase the gap between their chests. Arin tilted his head upward, latching onto Danny’s lower lip, nipping carefully as to ask for a kiss.
Danny raised his brow, a question that wasn’t important enough to escape his own lips. He made a soft noise of surprise, obviously never even thinking of objecting a kiss from his partner. He parted his lips, sucking Arin’s top lip into his mouth. Danny pressed his hand into the side of Arin’s face, depending the kiss. He dug his fingertips ever so gently into the plump of Arin’s cheek, absentmindly lifting his lower half upward to meet Arin’s.
Arin released a breathless moan into Danny’s mouth, his hand slowly easing up his neck and into the curly mass of hair. He began toying with his hair, twirling strands around his index finger as he tried his best to keep up with Dan’s pace, even though the kiss was obviously more on the sloppy side with little hope of lessening up. He tilted his head against Danny’s hand, his blush swelling as he felt the gentle fingertips press into his skin. Arin couldn’t stop though, he tilted his head enough to break the kiss, giggling at Dan’s whine, and licked at the length of Dan’s index finger, sucking the digit into his mouth as he reached the tip.
“Oh,” Dan began a sentence, letting the words drift from him as he watched Arin suck on his finger in a rather fucking hot way. Danny began to slowly grind up into Arin, a grunt escaping from him ever now and then and Arin began sucking much more sloppily. As he pulled off with a prominent pop Danny met his gaze, a bit unsure of the other man’s intentions.
Arin stares at Danny’s face for a bit, his mouth left slightly ajar, “God, your fingers, Dan. I don’t know what it is, but fuck, they’re really fucking with me. Please finger me, I need to feel them,” Arin spoke confidently, meeting each of Dan’s movements with his own.
Dan couldn’t help but to choke out a stupid reply, “Well, fuck yeah, baby,” he gave Arin a quick, wet kiss on the lips before shifting Arin off his lap.
“I’m going to need you in all fours,” Danny directed, his breath quickening as he hurriedly began thinking of his next move.
Arin nodded, obviously a little too eager to follow anything Danny orders of him. He did as asked, crawling to the end of the couch, his ass hiked upward. Arin turned his head to look at Danny, speaking quietly as he met his partner’s gaze, “Off or on?” He knew what the answer would be, but he also knows that Danny has a major thing for control.
“Off,” Danny gave his simple response, getting himself into his own position, resting on his knees directly behind Arin. He grabbed for his phone at his back pocket, making sure he had it for easy access whenever the time was right.
Arin gave a soft whine, slipping his sweat pants down alongside his briefs, leaving his bare ass to be hit by the cool air. He shivered slightly, returning his gaze to the couch end cushion in front of him. “Please, I need to feel them,” Arin practically moaned into the air, feeling his dick bob along as he adjusted himself.
“Big cat, you have to be patient, you know this,” Danny replied, his voice a bit hoarse. He lifted his hand slowly up to Arin’s plump ass, stroking it gently with his thumb before giving it a rough squeeze. He felt his dick twitch in his pants as Arin muttered out a sequence of moans at Dan’s touch, but he couldn’t focus on himself with Arin’s current display. He leaned forward, using his hands to spread Arin’s cheeks, his fingertips digging into the skin. He gave Arin’s hole a few quick licks before delving his tongue inside, prodding inside of his partner.
Arin threw his head back with a particularly load moan, not bothering to hush himself. He curled his toes as he felt Dan’s expert tongue working at him, fucking him at an almost agonizingly slow pace. He couldn’t help but to push back into Dan’s face, whimpering with each movement of Danny’s tongue. It wasn’t long before Dan withdrew his mouth from Arin, panting.
“Let me get something ready for you, baby. I know you’ll love it,” Danny hummed out, picking his phone from his back pocket. He quickly fumbled his passcode in and found his camera app. Arin, unknowing as to what was going on behind him simply continued moaning out as he snaked his own hand to his throbbing dick.
Dan pressed the record button and set the camera angled at his hand just in front of Arin’s ass. Dan took a moment to flex his fingers, his veins dancing about as he continued to adjust his position. Without haste, he placed his hand back upon Arin’s cheek, giving it a squeeze for the camera.
“Oh, no, you know that’s not how we play, Ar,” Dan spoke, batting Arin’s hand away from his dick. Once his recording hand was in a comfy position, Danny inched his other index finger to Arin’s hole. At first he slipped just the tip inside, testing out Arin’s comfort.
Arin gave a shaky moan as he felt himself being prodded, not only for the sensation that he was receiving, but also because of the very thought of the digit. “More, please! You have to give me more, Dan, fuck, I can’t,” he whined.
“Anything for you, baby. You look so fucking good for me, how could I not?” Danny pushed his finger further in, beginning a steady pace for Arin to adjust to.
Arin lowered his head, his hair sticking to his now damp forehead as he began to push against Dan’s finger, fucking himself on it. “Dan! Fuck, God, keep going! Please, again,” Arin practically screamed out as Dan brushed his prostate.
Danny took this moment to add a second finger to Arin, carefully returning both digits to a familiar spot, giving his prostate a sudden rush, brushing the tips of both fingers back against it time and time again. He closed his eyes, taking in each of Arin’s pleas and moans, letting himself let out a few sounds to show his appreciation.
“So fucking pretty, baby, you know I love those sounds,” Dan praised, knowing that Arin wouldn’t be able to muster any type of response. He adjusted his pace to meet Arin’s, wanting to give his partner as much pleasure as he could. Danny peeked down to his camera, deciding to now click it off as he decided he had recorded enough footage for Arin. Danny snaked his hand down under Arin, his long fingers grasping Arin’s hard dick, giving it quick strokes right away.
“Fuck,” was all Arin could muster as he began to repeat Danny’s name, knowing that he couldn’t last much longer. He couldn’t focus on where the most pleasure was coming from: Danny’s long, skilled fingers fucking against his prostate or those same digits giving him one of the best fucking handjobs he has ever had.
“Come on, Ar. I know you’re so close, let me make you cum. Let go for me,” Danny spoke as he bent his back ever so slightly, leaning further into Arin. He bit down harshly upon his lip, breaking a bit of skin as he worked both his hands for Arin, focused solely on pleasing him.
“Fu-fucking godamn, I can’t-“ Arin began, his words turning into a scream of pleasure as his body finally gave out on him, spilling his cum all over Dan’s hands and the couch. He began to pant, collapsing onto the cushions bellow him. He turned over, now meeting Dan’s heated gaze. He simply opened his mouth for Danny, sticking his tongue out.
Danny leaned over Arin, shakily raising his cum coated hand to Arin’s lips, giving a weak moan as Arin began to lap up every drop coating his hand, never once breaking eye contact.
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