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Dan growled as he gripped Cassius’s upper arm, holding his squirming body still against his chest. How they had gone from “Your hair is real pretty.” and schoolyard tugging on a white braid to this , he wouldn’t know, but he sure as hell wasn’t gonna complain about it. Warm skin gave way under his fingers like a ripe peach, soft and tender and so, so tasty as he grabbed a handful of ass to grind against.
He could hear the small noises from underneath him, every little whimper and hitched gasp only serving to drive him crazier and crazier until he was lost in the rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel Cassius shift beneath him, twisting back to catch Dan’s gaze in a glint of ruby that took his breath away.
“God you have no right bein’ as pretty as you are.” Dan huffs out, beginning to slide his hand up Cassius’s thigh, catching the soft cotton of his nightgown against his wrist.
It was a good thing Cassius didn’t often sleep with anything more than that.
His calloused fingers slip inside too easily, but he’s not about to be mad about it. Less work for him, after all. He pressed deep, searching for that little spot that would have Cassius seeing stars. He wanted to hear the man scream. He wanted to hear praise falling from those beautiful chapped lips like worship while he took the man apart piece by piece. Cassius stiffened around him, damn near ejecting his fingers when he found it, and Dan could hear his high, warbling moan echo around the tent.
Beautiful , his mind supplied helpfully.
Dan pulled his fingers free, and slipped his dick free of his own undergarments to press into the soft warmth of the body below him. They both hiss into the cool night air, so close to finishing already. With an unusually polite warning thrust, Dan began to move. He tried to keep his motion even, but hell , he had waited so long for this. He had waited so long to feel Cassius writhe under his grip, to hear him crying out under the weight of how much Dan wanted him.
“I love you— fuck , goddamnit Cassius, I love you so much,” Dan snarled into the shell of an ear, and strangled little noise he got in reply was all he needed to finally spill over-
And just as suddenly, he was awake, gasping wetly against the baby hairs on Cassius’s neck and holding onto the man like he was the last thread connecting Dan to this reality. Maybe he was.
Dan was all too aware of the sticky mess in his underwear, and how indecently high his hand is resting on Cassius’s thigh, but it doesn’t seem the man noticed his… lapse of control.
Indeed, Cassius was breathing slow and deep, relaxed into Dan’s grip. It would be a shame to wake him now, even if Dan knew he’d be uncomfortably damp all night. He settled back down, carefully keeping some space between their hips, and before too long he was sleeping once more.