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thejustmaiden · 3 years

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So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

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I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

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Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

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LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

#anti yashahime #anti sessrin #sesshomaru is rin's dad #papamaru #hogosha 💖#the sequel may not be canon but sunrise can still burn in hell

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Baby, New York City: Chapter Six (Biadore) - Boleyn

AN: Remember that time I said I would submit the next chapter soon and it took me over a week to get it to y'all? Lol whoops!! Anyway, this chapter has nearly 2k words of smut at the end as an apology! It’s the first time I’ve ever written smut so I’m sorry if it’s a bit rough (pun intended). I hope you enjoy this next installment! All my love always xx Boleyn

Chapter Six: Career Anxieties and Evening Activities

Roy walked into the large hall where the awards ceremony was being held, still glued to his phone texting back and forth with his adorable musician.

“Roy!”

He looked up from his phone screen and saw his longtime friend Chad enthusiastically waving him over. He smiled and made his way over, stopping only to scoop a champagne flute off the tray of a waiter as he passed.

“I haven’t seen you in a minute, how the hell are you?” Chad greeted him warmly.

Roy smiled. “I’m doing well. How have you been?”

“Doing great. I finally managed to talk DuJour into joining my program to teach my Contemporary Voice and Fiction Techniques courses. I’m actually so glad to have more faculty and especially someone so different in personality from Mrs. Davis, our adjuncts, and I.”

Roy barely managed to disguise his laugh as a coughing snort. He remembered Danny vividly describing his Fiction Techniques professor walking into class the first day and dropping a baby doll out from underneath her skirt after a buildup of groaning and grunting. DuJour had picked up the baby doll and apparently offered it up as a casserole thereafter. Having thoroughly mortified and confused the class of freshman Master’s students, she had thrown the doll atop her lectern and deadpanned to the crowd, “this is what fiction can allow you to create. Chaos. Drama. Confusion. A world that doesn’t operate by the constraints of our own.” Roy had to keep from smiling as he remembered Danny animatedly telling him how he literally thought he might have accidentally taken a hit of his roommate’s acid before leaving the apartment. He also remembered the way Danny had bit his lower lip and told Roy how much he liked his laugh. He took a sip from his champagne glass in an effort to hide his ridiculous grin.

“Her style is a bit eccentric, I’ll admit-,” Chad continued on, at which point Roy couldn’t contain himself any longer and burst out in laughter.

“I’ll fucking say,” Roy managed to spit out between cackles.

“I know she comes off a bit odd, but I promise her style is with reason,” Chad began blindly defending his employee, but Roy waved him off.

“No, I’m sure she’s great at what she does, I just know one of her students and he’s shared stories with me of her in the classroom.”

Chad perked up at that. “Which student?”

“Daniel Noriega.”

“Danny! Gosh, he’s really excelling. He’s got a ton of potential. I’m really excited about what he’s going to be able to accomplish in the program.”

Roy was surprised by the amount of pride he felt. “He really is amazing. I haven’t had the chance to read his work but I know how much of himself he puts into his writing,” Roy agreed.

“You really should try and read some of it. How do you two know each other?” Chad asked, popping a mini quiche into his mouth. Roy wanted to roll his eyes at the pretentiousness of the entire event that extended all the way to the food served.

“He works at a coffee shop that I go to a lot.”

“And that was enough for you to know he’s passionate about his writing?” Chad asked with genuine curiosity.

“Well, no, but we got to talking and I actually happened upon one of his shows. He’s an amazing singer.” Roy smiled into his glass as he took another sip.

“Hmm,” Chad hummed, looking at Roy pointedly.

“What?”

“You have a lot to say about this boy.”

“I have a lot to say about most things. What’s your point?” Roy exasperatedly questioned.

“Well you’ve yet to say anything shady about him,” he explained with an attempt at a nonchalant shrug that reeked of curiosity.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Quit being a fucking mute and just say what you’re thinking. You’re being more annoying than Bunny when she’s sober.” Roy could feel his skin prickling in annoyance. Chad had a tendency to dance around what he really wanted to get at and Roy wasn’t interested in his friend’s games.

“I think you like this kid.”

“Congrats Sherlock. You want an award for your work?” Roy snapped.

“You’re defensive tonight.”

Roy forced himself to take a deep breath before answering. “And you’re testing my patience.”

“Roy … He’s very young.” Chad looked at him gently, almost warily. It only increased Roy’s annoyance.

“You’re astonishingly perceptive,” Roy deadpanned.

“Cameron was younger than you and it was a problem for you two. Danny’s incredibly emotional. His writing practically screams insecurity. How are you going to make sure this relationship is healthy for you both?”

Roy thought back to his ex. He had been with Cameron for over two years. It had been good in the beginning, but he had still been performing as Bianca at the time and had been making it big. Cameron was younger and it threatened him. He had been constantly worried that Roy would meet someone else or become so big that he would forget him. Roy had done just about everything in his power to convince Cameron he wouldn’t do that to him. The fighting had eventually gotten so persistent that Roy had stopped performing to appease Cameron. He knew what toxic was. Toxic was giving up something you loved doing in order to make someone you thought was your forever happy.

“Danny’s not at all like Cameron. Yes, he’s younger than me, but he’s … he’s not secretive the way Cameron was. He says what he feels when he feels it. He’s not going to hide shit away until it boils over. Okay? Don’t talk to me like I’m five years old.” Roy felt himself getting overly defensive. He knew that Chad had at least somewhat of a point. But hell, he had given up performing already! He was a fucking theater teacher. What was there that Danny would be insecure about? Danny was the star in this relationship!

“Yeah, sure, but c’mon Roy. He’s very young. He’s where you were ten years ago career-wise. He’s just coming into his own. He’s unpredictable and emotionally erratic. He doesn’t even know himself yet. Is that really someone that you want to be with? It’s going to be a huge amount of emotional investment for you.”

Roy was over this conversation. He didn’t need Chad telling him everything he already knew about Danny and him. He had already thought all these things through and barely come out of it confident in his decision to continue pursuing Danny. He really did NOT need someone he respected putting him through that entire experience again. He had come to the conclusion that going after Danny was good as long as Danny reciprocated. He had never felt this strongly this quickly before and that wasn’t something you just ignore. It wasn’t unhealthy for him to engage in a relationship with someone who made him feel happy and young and like there was something worth feeling excited about in the morning. Danny had improved his life. So Chad could fuck off with his negativity. Roy had thought this through. Ten times over. This was okay for him. This was good for him.

“Not to mention how hard it could be on Danny,” Chad continued, throwing Roy off.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to let out an even breath through them. Doing his absolute best to keep his temper even. “What does that mean?”

“Just that Danny isn’t even at the peak of his writing ability yet. He needs to be in a place where he can focus on cultivating his talent. His emotions completely impact his prose and his focus. Is being with someone right now really what’s best for his growth?” Chad said carefully, looking at Roy meaningfully.

“I’d never do anything to get in the way of him or his art. You know that’s not me.”

“I’m not saying you’d do it on purpose. But, just think about it. Is this what’s best for Danny at this point in his life?” Chad gave him a careful smile, his eyes wide with concern, before he waved over a waiter and plucked two fresh champagne flutes off the tray, handing one to Roy. “But, for now, I’ve got an award to present, and you’ve got an award to accept.”

Roy bit the inside of his lower lip. Chad wasn’t entirely wrong. He thought back to when he was 23 years old. He had been in no place for a serious relationship, having just been displaced from home and determined to become something big. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the way of Danny pursuing his dreams. Roy couldn’t imagine Danny not becoming a star, either through his music or his writing, or hell, both! Danny needed to fulfill his dreams and Roy felt anxiety sink its cold claws into his stomach as he contemplated his ability to destroy that.

He sighed, drawing his phone out of his pocket and checking the screen.

He saw the unopened notification from Danny.

Danny N: I miss you too.

He read it and felt a bit of his nervousness subside. Danny wanted this. It wasn’t one sided. But his throat still felt far too tight as he turned to look toward the stage where Chad was preparing to announce Roy. He pocketed his phone and began to make his way slowly to the front. His eyes barely focused on anything along the way as he struggled to get Daniel and his sudden guilt out of mind and remember the speech he had so carefully mulled over all day.

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Danny smiled ridiculously as he pushed the door to his apartment open, practically running into Matt as he entered the hallway.

“Hey stranger,” the mellow blonde drawled. “How’d the review go?”

“Hey Matt!” Danny smiled, closing the door behind him. “It went so fucking great, man. Like way better than I expected. Dr. Michaels really liked my shit and was super supportive and wants to help me and it was very that.”

Matt slowly curved the left side of his mouth into a small grin. “Proud of you, kid.”

“How have you been? Haven’t seen you around lately,” Danny asked, tossing his bag into his room before heading to the kitchen.

“Yeah, umm, I’ve been hanging out with Jason a lot so we mostly go to their place since it’s closer to work. But we’re going out tonight to a place nearby so we came here.” Matt looked down and away, avoiding direct eye contact.

Danny smirked knowingly. “We? Oh my god. Fucking finally. I literally didn’t think you guys would ever actually start fucking,” Danny laughed, enjoying the flush of red that began creeping up his roommate’s neck.

“Whatever,” Matt sighed, rolling his eyes.

Danny laughed, pecking a kiss to his cheek, before flipping around and heading back to his room, a can of beer in hand. He collapsed onto his desk chair and cracked the can. He spun around to grab his bag and slide his laptop out from it, grabbing several of the now heavily marked up pieces of work that he had shown Dr. Michaels as well.

He absentmindedly sipped the beer as he went through the first short story, keeping pace on his monitor with the corrections he was scanning on the paper copy. He made his way through the piece, taking in the suggestions, making quick work of fixing minor mistakes, and taking time to add or delete work in certain places where more attention needed to be paid. He had finished his drink a while back but continued to furiously type away, working through two short stories and one poetic narrative before his eyes began to glaze over. He looked out his window and realized with a start that night had fallen. He allowed his imagination to wander as small specks of light managed to break through the light pollution of the city and dot the night sky. He smiled wistfully as he began to think about Roy. I bet he looks amazing on stage in that well-fitted tux. Accepting awards and shit because he’s fucking incredible. Danny bit his lip and smiled softly. He’s so fucking incredible.

Danny jumped as the harsh buzz of his phone vibrating on the metal surface of his work desk reverberated through the room and brought him back down to earth. He flipped it over to read the screen and felt a small twinge of disappointment when the name on the screen read “Michelle” and not “Roy”.

He pushed it down before swiping to accept the call. “Hey boss!” He greeted warmly.

“Hi Danny. You got a sec to talk?” The New Jerseyian said, the faint sound of a keyboard clacking in the background.

“Yeah! What’s up?”

“Do you know the music duo Precinct 75?” Michelle asked, the keyboard still pounding away.

“Yeah man, of course I do! They’re so fucking punk. I literally stan the fuck out of them on insta,” Danny answers, his tone incredulous at Michelle’s apparent lack of knowledge regarding the electronic heavy pop punk experimental music project.

“Excuse me for checking,” Michelle chuckled into the phone, her keyboard finally silencing. “Well, they had an opener lined up for a four week winter tour, but they bailed out. I checked the dates, and all of the performances fall in your school break. It’s a ten show run. I can get you on the tour as the main opener.” Her business side was so brusque. It was such a contrast to Danny’s constantly emotive and descriptive approach to speech. It was one of the things that made them work so well together, but, right now, it was what was preventing Danny from feeling able to share with his manager the reason why this amazing opportunity made his body grow cold and numb and made his stomach clench into a knot.

Four weeks. That’s almost an entire month. It seemed only a few days ago that Danny and Roy had first met but it had already been almost two months and they had only been on one real date and barely managed to get to a real make out. They hadn’t even begun to discuss what they wanted. I would be gone for a month. In just over a month. Where would that leave Roy and I? Fuck. What if it changed everything? What if Roy didn’t want to wait around for something?

“Danny? Earth to Daniel? …. You better be coming up with all the hundreds of ways that you’re going to thank me for this opportunity …. Danny?” Michelle’s tone grew increasingly confused and closer to concerned as Danny’s end of the line remained silent.

Finally, Danny managed to regain control over his voice. “Where?” he asked quietly. Maybe if it’s all nearby gigs then I can be in the city on days we don’t preform? Four weeks … ten shows. That’s like three shows a week. I can come back. I don’t have to be away the entire time…

“You’re going to love this. It’s two stops in Canada, six in the States, one in Mexico, and one in Puerto Rico. You’ll be running from airport to airport but it’s the farthest reach we’ve come across. They want you and this couldn’t be a more perfect chance for you, Danny. It’s literally during your winter break. I talked to Bonnie and even promised her we’d find a way for you to go home for Christmas Eve and Day. You’re welcome for that if that’s why you’re so quiet.”

God. I wish it was just my chola mom needing me home for the holidays. Danny worried his lower lip before letting out a quiet breath. “I … I think I just need to take a second to let it sink in…” He muttered, trying to buy time. I can’t say no. This is literally like the biggest fucking gig I’ve ever landed. But how am I toing to tell Roy? It’s four weeks away. The logical side of his brain screamed at him that four weeks wasn’t even all that long, but the part of him that had begun to see a future with Roy, a real, actual, possible relationship with a man he could see himself completely falling for, was desperately clawing through the surface. He felt trapped and nearly nauseous with indecision.

“Daniel. What’s going on? Is everything okay with you?” Michelle demanded in a softly caring yet harshly intimidating motherly way. He almost smiled at her attempt to disguise her concern. Almost. But he couldn’t. Not right now. Not when he felt like he was losing two things so important to him at the same time, watching them slip out of grasp. He needed to smoke.

“Umm, yeah, it’s just a lot to process. Ummm. I’ll think about it. I don’t know. It’s .. yeah. Can we talk about it later?” Danny mumbled, fumbling with the window lock to his room and clambering out onto the fire escape. Fuck. Okay. Fresh air. This is good. This is better. It’s okay.

“No, Danny. This isn’t a ‘think on it’ kind of situation. This is a ‘could make your career’ kind of situation and you need to take this opportunity!” Michelle scolded him, unimpressed by his ramblings.

“I’m just in a weird head space. I can’t talk about this right now.”

“Is this because of that guy you’re seeing?” Michelle asked gently.

Fuck.

“Maybe?” Danny said after a few moments of debate. Michelle always saw through him. It wasn’t worth lying. “It’s just so soon and it’s not a super huge amount of time but like it also is because we’re not even a real thing yet and it could keep us from being a thing you know? And like, I don’t want to choose right now.” Danny slumped into one of the lawn chairs on the escape, grabbing the tin box out of the flowerpot. Popping the lid open, he growled under his breath when he realized that his flat mates had polished off all the joints he had neatly rolled and stashed in there. He reached into the pot and grabbed the small booklet of rolling papers they kept there.

“Daniel, if it’s right, he’s not going to leave you because you’re going after what you want. Remember how many chances the ex took away from you? I’m not letting that happen again. You need to do this. For your career and for you.” Michelle’s firm voice was almost soothing by how steady and predictable it was.

“I know,” Danny whispered, staring at his hands. It was so hard to readjust his senses. He didn’t know what it was like to be with someone supportive of his career and his aspirations. Of course Roy’s going to tell me to go. Of course he’ll want what’s best for me. He’s not Gregg. He’s Roy. It’s going to be okay. Danny tried to force his nerves down below the surface, but they refused to go. A small part of him held on to the idea that Roy would find someone in his absence. A voice inside him whispering that he wasn’t worth waiting for.

“Okay, look. Sleep on it. We’ll talk tomorrow. But you know what the right choice is Danny. This is for you. Choose you this time,” Michelle sighed into the phone before reminding him how much she cared about him and bidding him goodnight.

“Night,” Danny replied on autopilot, ending the call and throwing his phone on Do Not Disturb.

He quickly threw some weed into his grinder and rolled a fresh joint, lighting it and drawing a deep breath through it. He felt his shoulders relax as the smoke danced over his taste buds and filled his lungs. He tried to follow the smoke, imagining it being absorbed by his blood and traveling through his limbs, calming his nerves, easing away the tension, bleeding through the screaming anxiety with whispered tranquility.

But it wasn’t enough. His brain wouldn’t stop thinking. Fuck it.

He grabbed his phone, swiping it open to his conversation with Roy. His fingers danced above the keyboard for a moment before committing to a message.

Danny N: How are you handling all that fame and recognition?

He sat there, mulling over the message for a few minutes, pulling a few more times on his joint, before some tendril of courage made the decision for him, his finger pressing decidedly onto the send button.

Well, man. Fuck it. The only way to know is to talk to him about it.

Danny wanted to be confident about this. But he wasn’t. What if Roy isn’t receptive to me going away? What if he doesn’t see this thing, whatever we are, lasting that long anyway? What if bringing it up ends it all?

Danny started as his nearly forgotten joint dwindled to a nub, the lit end biting into the skin of his fingers.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, stubbing the largely wasted joint out and tossing the remains into the flowerpot. He forced a breath of air out harshly into the nighttime breeze. It was nearly November and he suddenly realized that, while it wasn’t exactly freezing outside, it was certainly cold enough to warrant a jacket. He shivered, rubbing his hands over his exposed arms to warm them. I should get a jacket. I should go inside and calm the fuck down.

He didn’t move. Choosing instead to roll a second joint and focus on actually making use of this one instead of allowing it to burn to nothing while he stared at a blank phone screen.

Throwing his phone down on the side table, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, willing calm to overtake him.

The window beside him opened and Jason slipped through. “Want some company that’s not your negativity?” they asked, despite not waiting for an answer, choosing to fall into the chair next to him before even completing their question.

“Whatever, man.”

“So, what the fuck is the attitude about?” Jason quipped, one eyebrow tilted quizzically, their hand extended, silently demanding the joint.

Danny relented, passing the joint over while huffing out a breath that was somewhere between annoyance and begrudging gratitude that he would be able to talk this out with someone painfully honest yet genuinely astute. “I’m … I don’t know man. I guess I’m just freaking the fuck out. I got an offer that’s seriously so good for my career but I recently met someone and, like, it’s the first time since my ex that I can really see something happening, you know? But this guy, he’s just, he’s so amazing. He’s like a teddy bear, man. Like honestly. He’s sassy but so like fucking genuine, too. He mellows me out when he’s around. It’s like being stoned but better. Seriously.” Danny lolled his head onto his shoulder, turning to make eye contact with Jason.

Jason looked back at him evenly. “So what’s the problem?”

Danny frowned, thinking for a moment. “I’m just scared that he won’t want to wait around for me. Like, why would he wait around if he can find someone else? Or what if he never wanted to be anything at all and this just is it?”

Jason rolled their eyes, pushing the joint back into Danny’s hands. “You’re being a fucking idiot right now. I’m sorry but you need to find some confidence like yesterday. You’re hot Danny and you’re talented. He won’t find someone else because what he has right now is pretty fucking great and he sounds like the kind of guy to know that. Quit bitching and just talk to him. Nothing’s going to be fixed by smoking your way through all of the apartment’s weed,” Jason said flatly.

“Thanks for the great pep talk,” Danny moaned, choosing to sulk just a little longer. He put the joint to his lips and dragged a large breath of smoke into his lungs. He let it linger there for a moment before breathing it out.

He passed the joint back to Jason and looked at his phone screen.

Roy H: Well, I’ve decided it’s only right I move into a one room cabin in the middle of the Montana forest to begin writing my autobiography in isolation. I’ve also realized that it’s time for me to get serious and adopt a few babies from a third world country. I’m thinking Cambodia. Does Angelina have one from there yet?

Danny N: Fuck if I know lol

Roy H: Well I’ll plan on Cambodia for now but we can add Morocco to the list as a back up.

Danny N: We???

Roy H: Well, any real rich and famous artist has a young piece of arm candy by his side to keep the tabloids talking about him. So I was thinking you’d be willing to do me that favor?? *winky face*

Danny N: What can I say? I’m honored to be your sugar baby. Are you going to fund my music career? *tongue out face*

Danny smiled at his phone screen.

“Stop. That’s literally gross.” Danny looked up to see Matt step through his window onto the escape, ambling over to pluck the mostly spent joint from Jason’s fingers and catch it between his lips.

“What?” Danny asked, looking at him only briefly before turning his attention back to his phone.

Roy H: I never said shit about being your daddy, queen. I only said that I would let you walk a red carpet with me *hair flip emoji*

Danny N: Well … I guess the exposure is good for my career.

Roy H: It’s a win-win.

Danny N: How’s the ceremony going?

Roy H: I’m dying to get away.

Danny N: Anything I could help with?

Roy H: Want to fake an emergency and call me??? *upside down face*

Danny N: I could do that….

Danny N: But…..

Danny N: I think it should somehow benefit me too… *winky face*

Roy H: And what exactly would you be requesting in exchange???

Danny N: I was thinking that maybe I could see you again?

Danny N: Soon??

Twenty minutes had passed since Danny had sent his last text. He had, by now, relocated to the couch in their living room where he was uncomfortably perched right beside an obviously preoccupied Matt and Jason. Jason was fully straddling Matt and there was clearly nothing that would halt the coming sexual tryst, so Danny moved himself off the sofa and to the fridge to grab another beer. He heard a few faint knocks on the door.

Pulling the tab open on his beer, he walked over to the door. Who the fuck knocks nowadays??

He pulled the door open to an adorably disheveled Roy. A faint hint of five o’clock shadow was barely visible along his jaw line and his bowtie hung around his neck, still tied, but barely.

“Roy,” Danny breathed, a huge smile overtaking his face. “Why’re you here?”

Danny leaned against the doorframe so fucking suggestively. There wasn’t anything innately sexual about it, but the pure fact that it was Danny and he was biting his lower lip, looking into Roy’s eyes, supporting his weight on the exposed beam of his shit apartment made Roy’s heart accelerate. Fuck, I’m tipsy.

Roy had downed a few … several … glasses of champagne at the ceremony before he could get away. He had spent the whole time thinking about Danny, attempting to justify what they had despite the risks it posed to Danny’s career. God did he want Danny to succeed … but was it guilty for Roy to want Danny to succeed with him by his side?

Roy was at once grateful and wary of the liquid courage that was pulsing through his veins. “You said you wanted to see me. So I came.” He smiled tentatively. Danny felt a wave of affection crash through him as he looked at this precious man before him. A man that cared enough to come racing across town just because he wanted to see him again. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous.

Danny stared into his amber eyes for a moment longer before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lover’s mouth. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you this soon,” he whispered against his adorable professor’s lips. “Aren’t you supposed to wait before seeing someone again? Something about building anticipation,” he giggled into Roy’s smiling lips.

“The whole waiting thing is for guys who don’t have your perfect ass. Speaking of which, I’d really like to see that magnificent part of you in person,” Roy crooned, leaning in to gently pull his teeth against the underside of Danny’s jaw, eliciting a quiet but undeniable moan from the younger man.

“Fuck,” Danny exhaled, feeling Roy’s tongue trace a line back to his earlobe before placing a gentle kiss to it.

“Do I have your attention?” Roy muttered, still pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of Danny’s neck.

“Baby,” Danny breathed. “You’ve never not had my attention.” He let his head fall to the side, exposing more of his neck to Roy. God, this is good.

“Mmm.” Roy continued to lavish the length of Daniel’s neck. “I want you. Alone.”

“My roommates are here…,” Danny remorsefully admitted.

“I need to let my dogs out anyway.” Roy laughed. “Want to come over to my place?”

“Fuck yeah,” Danny whispered as he kissed the hollow of Roy’s ear. He smiled at him dangerously. God he’s so fucking sexy. Fuck. His ass is like a shelf. I swear to god, I’ll bury my face in it and suffocate and I’ll still die with a smile on my face. Roy took a deep breath. Okay. I’m tipsy. Like close to drunk tipsy. But he’s so cute. Fuck, I really want him to fuck me.

Roy could feel himself biting his lip. He hadn’t told himself to do that. But the way Danny’s eyes followed that small action made him grateful for it.

“Do you want to spend the night at mine?” Roy asked, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

“Yes,” Danny smiled, bending toward his adorably sweet partner, “I would love to spend the night with you.” He chastely kissed the edge of Roy’s smile. “Give me a minute,” he breathed.

He ducked into his room to grab his wallet and keys. He grabbed his patchwork jean jacket from his bedpost before turning the lights off in his room and returning to Roy. He kissed him, trying, and almost failing, to restrain himself from starting a full on make out session in the doorway to his apartment.

He pulled back, smiling softly at Roy. “Let’s go.”

“Party,” Roy said in a ditzy voice, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Danny mocked offense before turning around. “I guess you don’t want to get laid tonight. Sucks, man. I have a few tats you haven’t seen yet and they’re really fucking cool. But whatever. Bye.” He made to go through the door but was stopped by two arms wrapping around him and a head resting on the crook of his shoulder.

He growled softly into Danny’s neck. “I’m sorry babe, I take it back. Please come home with me so I can finally see what you really look like without all of your dilapidated, falling apart at the seams clothes covering your body. And I really want to become acquainted with every tattoo on you.” Daniel smiled and leaned into Roy’s touch.

He turned himself around without breaking their embrace. He brought his hands around Roy’s neck and brushed through the hair there. “Party,” he laughed, kissing him before closing the door behind him and dragging Roy to the stairs.

“Oh, fuck you,” Roy giggled.

“Please,” Danny smiled over his shoulder as they made their way out of his apartment building and onto the sidewalk.

They worked their way back to Roy’s place, stopping several times to make out against some unsuspecting building wall or conveniently placed tree.

When Roy pulled him into a nice building off of 11th and 27th in the midst of a bunch of art galleries, Danny swallowed heavily. The doorman smiled politely at them as Roy walked him through the lobby. Fuck … this is bougie. Danny gaped as Roy ushered him into a beautiful elevator with marble flooring and floor to ceiling mirrors. Roy took out his keys and pressed a fob to the wall next to the 7th floor button and pressed it. He turned and smiled lazily in Danny’s direction, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Danny smiled into the kiss, still slightly overwhelmed with the grandeur of Roy’s apartment complex. The doors opened to an equally opulent hallway with very few doors. Fuck. His place is nice.

Roy pulled him to the door at then end of the hallway. He slipped his key into the lock and turned it. He looked back at Danny. “My babies aren’t always the friendliest at first but I promise they’re wonderful and perfect, they just need time to warm up to new people.”

“They get that from their dad?” Danny laughed.

Roy rolled his eyes and opened the door. Immediately two small bundles of golden fur swarmed him. They excitedly jumped up on Roy’s legs, their tails wagging faster than Danny thought should be possible. Roy gingerly moved around them, heading into the apartment. Danny smiled as the dogs registered his presence and began sniffing his feet. He crouched down, letting them sniff his hands before he tried to pet them. Their tails slowed as they took in his scent but then sped back up again as they jumped up on him too. Danny laughed.

“They’re not usually this friendly,” Roy smiled, looking at his two babies who were apparently as drawn to Danny as he was.

Danny looked up from the dogs smiling. “Which one’s Sammy and which one’s Dede?” He spoke, the wild grin never leaving his face.

“Sammy’s the one who’s trying to lick your face and Dede is the one that’s trying to get in your lap,” he laughed. A liquid warmth spread through his chest as he imagined coming home to this everyday. Danny and his dogs. Danny’s excited smile as his two dogs showered him with love. When did I get this fucking sentimental?

“You said they need to be walked?” Danny stood, Sammy and Dede still excitedly circling his feet.

“Yes, I grabbed their leashes. You can hang out here while I take them. It’s not a long walk,” Roy offered, bending down to hook their leashes to their collars.

Danny was frowning slightly when he stood back up. He looked remarkably like a puppy dog. “But I want to go on the walk too,” Danny pouted, his lower lip pushing out past his upper one. God I want to bite that lip.

“Do I need to get you a leash too?” Roy sassed.

At that Danny’s face lit up. “That could be fun,” he whispered as he leaned in to peck Roy’s lips. He pulled away with a suggestive smirk on his face as he grabbed one of the leashes from Roy and walked back toward the elevator. Roy locked the front door and took a minute to appreciate the view. Danny walking away from him was never something he wanted to see, but he was always happy to see that man’s ass in action. I really could get used to this. Danny, the dogs, domesticity.

Roy surprised himself when he realized just how badly he did want this. How natural it felt for Danny to be here, walking his dogs with him. And how good he looked while doing it.

Danny pressed the call button for the elevator and turned around. “You coming?”

Roy cackled. “I hope so.”

Danny laughed. “Baby, you’ll come,” he teased, leaning in to kiss Roy again. He moaned when Roy surprised him by immediately deepening the kiss. He opened his mouth, letting Roy tangle their tongues. He brought his hand up to cup Roy’s face, tilting their heads slightly, pulling Roy’s body closer to him. They jumped apart when the elevator dinged open.

Roy laughed breathily. He looked down to find two pairs of chocolate eyes staring back at him quizzically. “We need to walk these dogs now so I can get you naked,” he said decidedly, moving past Danny into the elevator.

“Party,” Danny mimed in the ditzy voice Roy had used earlier.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Really queen?”

Danny laughed and pecked Roy’s cheek.

They managed to bring Sammy and Dede on a short walk, barely making it through the park without stopping every five seconds to kiss one another.

Roy was amazed by his own neediness. He wanted Danny, badly. He felt some of the effects of his earlier champagne fade slightly but still felt incredibly light and giggly. He was literally acting like a high school girl. Pull it together, Haylock. You’re better than this. He tried to ignore Danny’s hand that had gone from being wrapped around his waist to tightly gripping his ass.

Once they entered the elevator to go back upstairs, Roy growled, pinning Danny to the wall and aggressively kissing him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he snarled into Danny’s lips.

The elevator stopped moving and he pushed himself away from Danny. He liked the way he looked right now. All mussed up and thoroughly kissed. His naturally juicy lips were even plumper now from Roy’s teeth having sunk into them several times during the night.

They stumbled back into Roy’s apartment, quickly unleashing the dogs and throwing them into their crates before Roy practically dragged Danny through the small corridor into his bedroom. Roy had that incredible grin on his face, that one that Danny would imagine when alone, able to shut his eyes for a few moments before sleep overwhelmed him. Danny bit his lip as Roy slumped onto his bed in what was probably supposed to be a sexy move but ended up being closer to a disaster.

He laughed. “You’re a fucking mess, babe,” Danny whispered as he bit his lower lip.

“I told you I’m tipsy,” Roy groaned, arms stretched toward Danny, inviting Danny to join him on the bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” Danny asked. He didn’t think Roy was drunk but if he was, he didn’t want this to be something the alcohol decided for him to do. He didn’t want to be a booze-induced regret.

“I’ve wanted to do this since you gave me that stupid chocolate croissant two months ago,” Roy admitted, rolling his eyes shyly before beckoning Danny closer. “Please, Danny. I really want you,” he said earnestly.

Danny smiled, biting his lip as he fell onto the bed, pushing Roy back until he was straddling him. “I want you too, babe.”

He leaned down, kissing Roy’s neck as he worked to unbutton his shirt. Roy threaded his fingers through Danny’s hair, grazing his nails across his scalp. Danny moaned softly. “Fuck babe,” he breathed against skin at the base of Roy’s neck. He gently bit the exposed bit of clavicle, soothing the mark with his tongue. He finally managed to undo the last button, pushing the clothing away from Roy’s chest to expose his skin. Roy pushed Danny away from him in order to pull the shirt off, throwing it to the side. He fell back to the bed. Danny stared at hungrily at him. Swaths of smooth caramel skin pulled taut over surprisingly well-defined muscles. Danny raked his nails over the skin before beginning a trail of open-mouthed kisses along Roy’s chest, stopping to lavish attention on each of Roy’s nipples, smiling when he heard Roy moan his name as he did so.

Roy began pushing away Danny’s jacket, his actions only slowing long enough for Danny to allow it to fall away from his shoulders. He leaned back down, passionately kissing Roy. Roy rucked Danny’s shirt up and over his head, allowing his hands to drag over his back. His skin was warm and electricity shot through Roy as their exposed chests molded perfectly to one another. He sucked on Danny’s lower lip before turning them over so that he was on top. He propped himself up on one arm, using the other to cradle Danny’s face. He lined their hips together and rocked a bit, desperate for any amount of friction. He was way too hard for just a few minutes of making out. Danny was so different from the guys he usually went for but he couldn’t remember a time when he was so desperate to be with someone. He pushed Danny down, moving to suck gently at the skin below his jaw line.

They traded steamy kisses, Roy dividing his time between kissing Danny’s mouth and suckling on the delicate skin over his pulse point, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face at how fast Danny’s pulse was. He repositioned his hips slightly and let out a guttural moan when his hard length dragged along Danny’s deliciously.

“You’re so beautiful babe,” Danny breathed as Roy began his own tour of Danny’s skin, licking and nipping his way down Danny’s body.

Danny let his head fall back, enjoying the feel of Roy’s teeth biting into his skin. He was so hard, every scrape of Roy’s teeth against him shooting electricity through his body, excitement collecting in the pit of his stomach. His heart was racing.

Roy bit into the skin below Danny’s navel before hurriedly undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. Roy rested back on his heels as he tugged Danny’s pants away, freeing his incredibly hard dick and leaving him lying gloriously naked on the bed. Roy licked his lips as his eyes took in the scene before him. Danny was by far the most attractive man he had ever been with. “You’re so incredible.”

He leaned down, trailing one hand along Danny’s hip, the other gingerly resting on his inner thigh. He brought his face down, kissing the skin near the base of his shaft. He grinned when Danny thrust his hips upward and groaned his name. He tipped his head to the side, taking a moment to appreciate Danny’s breathless wantonness.

“Eager?” he laughed, relishing the hungry look he elicited from Danny.

“Baby, please?” Danny moaned, his eyes hooded with lust.

“Since you asked nicely,” Roy teased, licking his lips before dragging his firm, flat tongue along the underside of Danny’s shaft, from base to tip. Danny was warm and velvety soft and god so hard. Roy had planned on teasing him longer but suddenly had the overwhelming urge to just take all of him and pleasure him and watch him come apart at his tongue.

He engulfed Danny’s length, welcoming his hard member into his mouth, pushing himself to accept the entirety of Danny. He wanted to bring Danny to the edge. He wanted to be the only thing Danny could think about for a long time. Fuck, I’m tipsy.

He hollowed his cheeks, drawing Danny further into him. He was thick and not necessarily over the top big, but big enough to warrant appreciation. He drew back, bobbing down again after swirling his tongue around Danny’s head. He set a steady pace, relishing in the noises he was drawing from Danny. He dragged his fingertips gently over Danny’s skin, moving towards his balls which he kneaded softly. He pulled all the way back and ran his tongue beneath his foreskin. He felt the fantastic sound he earned from Danny shoot straight to his own rock hard member. He moved away from Danny long enough to remove his pants and lick his fingers. He returned to where Danny was incredibly slick with his saliva and teased his asshole with one hand while pleasuring himself with the other and continuing to use his mouth on Danny, though less intensely than before.

“Babe, fuck, I can take more, please,” Danny whimpered, pre-cum leaking deliciously from his head.

Roy traveled up the bed to kiss his beautiful lover tenderly before grabbing lube and a condom from his bedside table. He coated his fingers with it before returning them to Danny’s hole, pushing first one then two in and waiting until Danny ground down onto them before moving. He crooked them and grinned devilishly when he elicited a raw growl from Danny as he pushed against his prostate. “That good babe?” Roy whispered into Danny’s ear, moving his free hand to press their dicks together.

“Fuck,” Danny breathed. “Yes, fuck, that’s good, mmm, Roy.”

Roy watched Danny’s face, his jaw slack, breathing heavily, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He looked like sex. Roy inhaled sharply when Danny involuntarily jerked his hips upward, their dicks rubbing together roughly. “Fuck.”

“Roy, please, I want you inside me,” Danny whispered into the hot air between their open mouths.

Roy wasted no time, shifting away from Danny and tearing open the condom. He rolled it onto his still rock hard, leaking dick and lathered it with lube. He moved over Danny, spreading his legs apart and moving a pillow below his ass to lift him to his height. He kissed Danny as he teased his entrance, slowly sinking in and waiting for Danny to relax around him. “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned when Danny turned his head to the side and grabbed a handful of bedding. Danny tipped his hips upward and grabbed Roy’s ass with his free hand, encouraging him to begin moving.

Roy pulled Danny closer to him and began to move in earnest, rocking into Danny with firm, steady strokes. “God, you feel so good,” he moaned into the spit-slick skin of Danny’s neck, continuing to lave suckling kisses onto it.

Danny enjoyed how vocal Roy was during sex, tilting his head to share a sloppy, all tongue and some teeth, kiss with his lover. He dragged his nails over the skin on Roy’s ass, stopping to firmly squeeze it before raking his nails up and over his back. He left one to draw lines over the muscled curvature of Roy’s back and dug the other into Roy’s hair, tugging it. Roy hissed and retaliated by pulling out of Danny and flipping him around so that his ass was in the air. He smacked one cheek but paused, looking at the other one. “You’re so sexy,” he growled, bending to nip at the crescent moon tattoo adorning the side of Danny’s ass. He pulled back, giving it a resounding slap before plunging his dick back into Danny.

Danny sunk his teeth into his lip and whined, the sting of Roy’s palm hitting him going straight to his dick. He bunched some of the bending into his fists, grabbing for purchase as Roy continued to push into him. He was surprised at how good Roy’s dick felt in him. He had been almost exclusively a top in his last relationship and had never experienced this much pleasure when bottoming. He couldn’t remember the last time he climaxed as a bottom but he could feel his muscles tightening in his lower stomach and knew he wasn’t far away.

“Babe,” he breathed into the bed linen. “I’m so, mmm, so close.”

Roy lowered himself so that his chest was to Danny’s back, reaching around him to give attention to his neglected dick, pumping it in time to his thrusts. “I want to see your face when you, fuck, come,” Roy hissed into Danny’s neck. He turned his head so that one cheek was on the bed and sought out Roy’s eyes. Roy leaned to the side to accommodate him, never once loosing rhythm with either his hand or his hips.

“Fuck Danny. You’re so sexy, fuck, so beautiful. Come for me babe,” Roy groaned, extremely close himself and needing Danny to let go so he could find his own release.

Danny breathed out a strangled moan as Roy felt hot liquid cover his hand. He slowed his pace to let Danny ride out his orgasm, thrilling pride coursing through him as he watched the beautiful man beneath him gasp out his name in pleasure.

God he was close. Seeing Danny climax was the sexiest thing he had seen in his life. He kissed Danny’s cheek. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked, anxious not to push his partner too far.

“It’s your turn to come baby,” Danny sighed, his voice sinfully low and sated.

“Fuck,” Roy breathed, pulling back to lave kisses over the butterfly tattoo at the base of his lover’s neck. He began pumping in and out of Danny with quick, shallow strokes, feeling his stomach tightening. He felt his own release approaching quickly and groaned out Danny’s name as he came inside of him.

He kissed Danny’s neck as he pulled out of him, removing the condom, tossing it into a waste bin beside his bed and using a tissue to wipe Danny’s come from his hand. Danny rolled to his side, his face blissfully relaxed and glowing. Roy kissed his nose and pulled his comforter over them, cocooning them in their post-coital haze.

“You’re amazing,” Roy breathed into the space between them.

Danny wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him sleepily. “No, that’s you,” he sighed, yawning. Roy smiled, his heart fluttering with affection. God he’s so cute.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Roy teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“See you in the morning,” Danny whispered, shifting even closer to Roy.

“Goodnight,” Roy breathed into Danny’s hair, closing his own eyes, a smile plastered across his face as he held his lover close and let sleep overtake him.

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