Daniel being all confused and flustered in Mercy whenever Terry goes to town on his cute little chest. He has no idea why Terry likes to do this; he was the one who did this to Amanda (a dangerous thought) when they were together, but then again, she had breasts, and he…
“But…I’m not a woman,” Daniel manages one day, while Terry happily sucks away at his nipples. It feels amazing, and Daniel can hardly stop whimpering and arching at Terry mouthing him like this, and yet…”why do you…you know.” Daniel asks as Terry pulls back.
“Why do I what, sweetheart?”
Daniel blushes and squirms under the intense blue gaze. It’s just like Terry to make him say it. “You know…play with my chest. I’m not a woman, I don’t have um, breasts.”
Terry smiles.
“I am well aware you aren’t a woman, sweetheart, well aware,” he stresses, dropping a hand down to Daniel’s cock, hard in his pants. “Doesn’t mean it can’t feel good though, does it?”
Terry holds Daniel’s head in his hands, so that the younger man is looking at him. “And it feels good, doesn’t it?”
A moot point, Daniel is pushing his chest into Terry’s mouth, arching his back like a cat in heat, and grinding down into Terry’s lap, like he’s now sure which feels better.
Body worship - especially those cute little 🍒 🍒
Terry convincing Daniel of how desirable he is especially his softer chest.
So NSFW
Apologies, I don’t usually write a lot of 🍒🍒 worship so I’m hoping it doesn’t come off as awkward.
They’re sensitive, his nipples, they always were, but they were never really played with, not like this, not this, quite frankly, graphically or this long - and certainly not with someone’s mouth. However, since he and Terry started being intimate well, the older man’s mouth has barely left them; it’s the first thing he goes for, so Daniel swears now they’re like a live-wire to his dick. He swears also that they’re constantly hard - stiff peaks viable under his shirts, sucked red and raw by Terry, the barest touch of fabric against them has them hardening; has him hardening. They’re just so much more sensitive now because of Terry.
And okay, maybe Terry makes sure he has the best satins and silks - the way they rub and show off the hardened nubs - and the softest of any other material he dresses Daniel in.
When Terry is fucking him from behind, both men standing, with Daniel slightly bend over, bracing himself against something, he loves to cup those cute little mounds with large hands, rubbing them between the seams of his fingers, feel how it makes Daniel’s ass tighten around him, the little moans he tries to bite off. Loves to fondle and feel the slight jiggle of his soft chest as thrusts inside.
At first Daniel was self conscious - not of how sensitive they were or how good it felt with the older man lavished such love and attention on them (okay he was but there was nothing he could hide from Terry) but it more so about the fact that there was more soft flesh around his nipples than there used to be.
And them compared to Terry who had none. Compares to Terry who, well, Terry was so damn fit; impossibly broad and strong.
All the things Daniel was, decidedly not.
So the first time Terry had sort of pushed them together, making two small, soft mounds, groaning out about how perfect they were - made to fit in his hands - “the perfect little handful, sweetheart” - well Daniel never heard the compliment it was intended to be - didn’t see how they make Terry’s mouth water (because they’re also the perfect mouthful too).
And although he certainty felt at that moment, how hard it made the older man come inside him (and he felt it all through out the next day too) he never chalked it up to Terry just loving how perfect he thought his boy was - everything about him in fact - but god his chest was something else - one of Terry’s favourite parts.
So when Daniel starts to work out more with Terry, focusing on his chest, Terry puts two and two together (really there is nothing Daniel can hide from him). He works out the why of it all.
All that lovely softness, Terry can’t stand the thought of losing that.
And he won’t.
So, it’s up to Terry to make his boy see - like he has for everything else. Up to Terry to show him how hard Daniel makes him, every part of him, but especially his gorgeous suckable, bite able, lickable nipples.
Really, as much as he loves his boy, he can be so dense about somethings, as clever as he is for others.
Terry fucks him at every available opportunity. Daniel standing still too long is an invitation to bend him over in Terry’s book.
And his hands, if not on those hips that haunt his dreams, are on his chest.
Even when not fucking, or making love, he’s always grabbing for a feel. His hands itching for it. When they’re on the couch, pressed against the wall, or anywhere else making out, a hand will always find its way quickly up his shirt, to tease at his sweet peaks.
“I could come for this, just from my cock in your ass, hands on your hips and my mouth on those pretty little tits, honey.”
He loves his boy bouncing in his lap for the same reason. To watch them bounce and move with him and because it’s easy access - the perfect position for him to suck and nip at them as Daniel rides them both to orgasm.
Ice cubes, and other things, Terry tying him down with a plug in his ass nestled snug to his prostate, as he makes him come from that and having his 🍒 played with.
But the best, and although by this point his boy is finally starting to see and understand, the thing that truly convinces Daniel is Terry fucking between them. The slow, heavy the drag of his cock between them - the shiny line of precum, how he has Daniel push them together to fuck between them proper - coming between them embarrassingly quick when he does - which surprises Daniel - Terry can last - but it just helps to prove how crazy it makes the older man.
Terry takes himself in hand, making sure every last drop is out of his cock until Daniel’s chest, the soft skin a lovely canvas for Terry to paint, smearing his cum into the skin. His boy looks best absolutely covered (that is when it’s not dripping out of him). When Terry finally stops coming, the older man looks wrecked, smearing his cum into the skin.
That is, it’s the best until Daniel starts touching them himself while Terry is fucking him. It may be a bit awkward and shy the first time, like a lot of things were. Unsure of how to be with anyone else, his boy was, what with being married for so long. But also unsure of how to be with a man, especially a man like Terry.
To be so openly wanted and desired (in all forms); even if he didn’t understand why. To be do adored, and in a way he never has been before - completely and utterly, no part of him unseen or unloved.
Still, as awkward and stiff as it was, especially when Daniel had first brought his hands to them, if it wasn’t one of the hottest things Terry has seen, Terry doesn’t know what it.
In encouragement, to show his appreciation for the scene in front of him, and because his balls had instantly drawn up, Terry grabbed onto his hip, fucking up as he yanked Daniel down, filling his ass seconds later. Daniel had kept rocking on the hard cock still inside him until Terry pulled out, putting him on his hands and knees, one large hand on his ass keeping him open so he could eat Daniel out, with another hand on his chest, fondling the softness there, a direct contrast to the hard nipple under his palm. Daniel for his part, was frantically fucking back against Terry’s face, his own hand rubbing at the other nipple.
But like all aspects of the physical side of things, he gets better, more confidant now that he knows what it does to Terry - what he does to Terry - what he does to Terry for simply existing.
Making sure he faces Terry when he rides the older man when he’s flat on his back, makes sure to play and push them together, pinch and rub at them, to moan out that he wants to feel Terry’s mouth on them - how hard it makes him, to have Terry sucking on them, how good it feels to have his tongue on them.
Yeah, that might be one of the best ones of all.
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cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?
“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.
“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.
“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.
“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.
“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”
he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.
“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”
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