Page 53 of Game Misconduct

“No, no.”

“What do you want, Mike? Is it too much?”

“No. No. It’s not—I—I—keep doing it.”

“You aresogood,” Danny breathed, so painfully hard but unwilling to do anything about that yet. He was sitting on Mike’s legs now, both holding him down and giving himself a way to lean over his entire body. Danny leaned forward and dug his teeth into Mike’s back and kept hitting him until he was sobbing into the pillow, unable to stop moving, squirming away and toward Danny’s hands.

Getting Mike to the point where he was completely out of his head, not thinking about the noises he was making or what he was doing, was overwhelming enough on its own, and the worst part of Danny was singing in his headpush it push him break him. Maybe he wasn’t as in control of the situation as he thought he’d been.

His hands stilled on Mike’s back, and Mike craned his head around to look at him.

He was panting, his face flushed and his eyes glassy and unfocused. “Why—come on, Danny, please, Jesus.”

Danny’s chest felt like it was going to burst. It was just... Mike was so much. Mike meant so much, and he didn’t know what to do with that. He just wanted Mike to feel the same way he felt, overwhelmed and hopeful and hopeless all at once, a joy so intense it sometimes felt the same as sorrow.

“Mike, I—” He needed to say it, and he couldn’t say it, not now. Instead Danny leaned forward and kissed him, awkward angle and all, a clash of mouths as desperate as the first time Mike had greeted him in the hotel room.

Mike went with it, bemused but easy, went with it when Danny pulled away and pushed him back down. He was tense again like he was expecting Danny to hit him, but Danny had other ideas, leaned forward and spread Mike’s cheeks and pressed his tongue against him. Mike’s entire body spasmed again, surprised and oversensitive, but as Danny teased him first and licked him open once he’d relaxed, his initial shock gave way to pliancy.

“—what the fuck—oh, Jesus, fuck, Danny,what, the—shit, shit, shitfuck,” Mike managed, after what seemed like a very long time, each word half laughing, half groaning, shaking so much that Danny had to pin his arms down with one hand again. “Oh my god, oh my god, ohhh my—” When Danny pressed a finger in, and his tongue around it, Mike sounded like he was choking. “Jesus, stop, stop, stop, it’s too much, it’s too much, I’m going to come if you—I can’t—”

Danny pulled his head up, and his voice didn’t sound anything like him, deep and rough and full of shivery longing. “You can if you want, but I’mnotfinished,” and Mike made another one of those whimpering noises.

“God, please, please, then fuck me, fuck me, you have to—”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” Mike said, and his voice cracked when Danny dipped his head down again. “Yes, yes, please, Jesus, I fucking hate you, fuck’ssake, Danny, you’re going to kill me—”

Danny felt light-headed, almost, hearing it, knowing it. Feeling exactly how much Mike wanted him, and exactly how difficult it was to hold himself together even to beg for that and needing him the same way. “Okay, babe,” he said, then paused. “Uh—”

“The bureau, the bureau, top drawer, shit, come on, hurry the fuck up—” Mike said, rolling over onto his back and propping himself up on his elbow as he watched Danny hunt for the condoms.

As soon as he found them, as soon as he was back on the bed, kneeling, Mike surprised the shit out of him by lunging up to kiss him. Danny managed, “Are you—”

“I don’tfuckingcare, comeon, I need—”

And Danny gave in, his hands fumbling with the condom packet and then the condom while Mike’s hands traced the muscles in his arms, his chest, his back; Mike’s tongue fucked his mouth; Mike’s eagerness and desperation and longing like an electric shock over his skin. Danny pulled back long enough to say, “How do you—”

“I don’t care, however you want, please justdo it—”

Danny pushed him over again, then hooked his arm under Mike’s torso and pulled him up onto his knees. Mike, who normally fought everything, went with it, trembling, and Danny found that strangely, he was shaking too, had to grip his dick briefly to keep himself even. He started steadily, pushing into Mike with unbearable care, his eyes slipping shut at the feeling of Mike’s body struggling to accommodate him. He went slowly, so slowly, torturing Mike and himself with the drawn-out friction, wanting nothing more than to fuck him into the mattress, not allowing himself to do it yet.

Mike started trying to move, to shove himself back onto Danny’s cock, and Danny was swamped with a feeling of tenderness toward him. Toward his demanding, frustrating Mike. But that wasn’t how he wanted this to go, and so he brought the flat of his hand down hard between Mike’s shoulder blades, the force of the blow knocking him off his elbows and pushing his face down into the bed.

“Jesus Christ,”he moaned, and Danny could feel him, clenching tight.

“Behave yourself,” Danny said, although his voice was uneven and shaky. “I’ll give it to you, but we’re doing it at my pace.”

Mike panted into the mattress, shaking his head.

“Yes,” Danny said, even though Mike hadn’t said anything.

And he started to move, still agonizingly slow, so slow it was almost painful for him. Mike shook underneath him, almost silent now, but when Danny leaned over, he could hear Mike whispering,please, please, please, please, and he said, “It’s okay, babe,” and pressed his mouth against the same place he’d slapped. He never wanted this to end and he knew it had to.

Danny pulled himself up far enough that he could flatten his hand against Mike’s back and start fucking him in earnest, harder and harder, until the bed shook and Mike wasn’t even making noise anymore, just had his hands fisted in the blankets, biting his lip bloody. Danny felt every movement of his body, every breath Mike could barely get out, labored and completely fucked up, and felt himself trembling on the livewire edge of an orgasm he didn’t want to give in to yet.

But then Mike thrashed underneath him, his whole body bowing, and Danny realized he’d come without Danny touching his dick, and that did it. He lost himself in the feeling as it dragged up his spine in an almost painful release, his hands still struggling to keep Mike still, before he just ended up collapsing on top of him.

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