Page 51 of Bad Daddy

Haru let out a groan and tugged Danny forward, catching his mouth again as his hands started to wander. They touched him in a way they never had before, every brush against Danny’s skin lighting him up with hot want. Danny eagerly returned the favor.

They stripped each other bare as their kisses turned heated, leaving clothing in little piles on the bedroom floor. Danny’s back met the soft sheets of Haru’s bed, and then Haru was blanketing him, covering Danny’s body in a way that made him feel eager and wanted and hot, not trapped.

“You’ll have to tell me what you like,” Haru murmured against his mouth, moving to kiss the underside of Danny’s jaw as he stroked his hands down the planes of Danny’s body. Danny’s breath hitched at being bare to the room, naked but unafraid. This wasn’t a space where Danny was going to be hurt or humiliated. Haru would take care of him. Danny trusted him to.

“You have no idea—” Haru took a great shuddering breath. “You’re so amazing, so beautiful. Sometimes I wake up and see you sleeping next to me, and I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Haru,” Danny gasped. “What? No, I—you’re the amazing one. You’re smart and handsome and funny and kind and—ah—”

Haru looked incredibly pleased with himself, from his position on top of Danny. His hand had curled around Danny’s cock, cutting his words off. Danny couldn’t believe this was his life now, that this was something he got to have with someone he cared for so much.

“Yeah?” Haru said, voice low as he gave Danny a long, slow stroke. “That good, baby?”

Every nerve ending Danny had was lit up, focus points everywhere Haru was touching him, from his mouth on Danny’s neck to his chest pressed to Danny’s own, to Haru’s big, warm hands circled loosely around Danny’s cock. Danny wanted more of everything then, all at once. He wasn’t afraid he’d get lost to the inferno.

“That’s—not fair,” he panted. “I was complimenting you.”

Haru grinned at him and gave him another leisurely stroke, just enough to be a silken tease. “You know what they say, sweetheart. All’s fair in love-making and war.”

“They—definitely don’t say that,” Danny said, catching himself on what could have been a giggle. Being with Haru could swing from serious to silly so easily. He loved it all. “A-and anyway,” he gasped as Haru kept up that delicious, teasing motion, the precome Danny was dripping everywhere making the glide easy. “You need to stop because if you keep it up, I’m going to come, and I want you to fuck me first—”

Haru froze and pulled back from mouthing at Danny’s neck to stare at him, lips parted. “Yeah?”

Danny squirmed under the scrutiny, but this too was easy. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

Haru groaned. “With pleasure.”

There was a slight scramble then, as Haru rolled off of Danny to rummage in a nightstand drawer, pulling out a little bottle. Danny had known it was there, he’d found it by accident when he was straightening up the bedroom several weeks ago. Thinking about Haru using it had made him flush red hot.

Now he was blushing for a different reason entirely, and he eagerly bent one leg up as Haru returned to him. “What do you like?” Haru asked, skimming his fingers up Danny’s inner thigh. Now that he’d gotten permission to touch Danny, he didn’t seem to want to stop, which was a heady feeling.

“I like you,” Danny said. “A-and I don’t know. I guess maybe—maybe not too fast?” With Clint, prep had always been too fast, too rough, because Clint was impatient and didn’t care, and Danny just wanted to get over it because it shortened the time that Clint touched him.

But Danny didn’t want to think about Clint anymore. That part of his life was over.

Haru’s expression turned devilish. “You mean I get to take my time with you?” He touched one slick finger to Danny’s hole, not breaching yet, just gently rubbing. “Open you up real slow, baby?”

Fuck, Danny needed Haru’s fingers in him now. He felt like he was burning. “Yes,” he panted. “Yes, yeah, please.”

Haru pressed a kiss to Danny’s shaking knee and slowly, slowly pushed his finger inside his body.

Danny let out a quiet moan as Haru’s finger slipped inside of him, the lube and Danny’s arousal making it easy. “Fuck.” Haru had big hands and thick fingers, it was a delicious push, especially as Haru started to slowly thrust his finger in and out. “Oooh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Haru was watching him, eyes dark, expression rapt. “Good?”

“So good,” Danny breathed, jerking when Haru’s other hand, also slick with lube now, wrapped back around Danny’s cock. “Ah—!”

Haru seemed determined to take Danny apart by inches, thrusting his finger in slow and deep, rubbing against Danny’s inner walls as he played with Danny’s cock just as maddeningly slowly. Thumbing under the head, twisting his wrist just so, and Danny writhed in the sheets under the ministrations, gasping out moans and Haru’s name while Haru watched him with dark, dark eyes.

“Haru,” Danny begged, one of his trembling hands coming up to wrap around Haru’s wrist, stilling him. Haru was three fingers deep in him now, touching Danny’s cock so lightly it was the worst kind of tease, and Danny needed Haru’s cock in him yesterday. “Haru, please—”

“I thought you wanted me to take my time,” Haru purred, punctuating his words with another insistent rub of his fingers over Danny’s prostate.

Lightning sparks of pleasure lit up Danny’s spine and he cried out, almost too sensitive. “I’m ready, I’m so ready, I want you to fuck me—” he babbled, desperate for it. “Haru please, I’m going to come, please I’m ready—”

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Haru said, voice gravel. He mercifully let go of Danny’s cock, sliding his fingers out of Danny’s hole, leaving Danny empty. “You know I love to give you what you want.”

Danny sucked in air as Haru tore open a condom wrapper and rolled it on before slicking up his cock.

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