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Danny screws his courage to the sticking plate and reaches a hand up between them.
There's a thin gap between Red Hood's high-necked shirt and his helmet, and Danny reaches out and carefully sets his fingers on that strip of pale flesh. He strokes the pads of his fingers gently across Red Hood's throat. He feels him swallow. Feels him shiver. Red Hood makes an unidentifiable sound, some mix between a growl and a gasp.
“Lemme take care of you, Red Hood,” Danny says, voice a rumble in his throat.
Red Hood's hands are loose on Danny's shoulders, but Danny doesn't push them away. He reaches over and sets his other hand on Red Hood's bared wrist.
Red Hood's pulse is racing beneath his fingertips.
Danny slips his fingers up beneath Red Hood's jacket, tracing the soft skin of his wrist. This time Red Hood's shudder is visible.
“Sensitive?” Danny asks, barely louder than a breath.
Red Hood nods. Danny can see his chest rising and falling with his quickening breaths.
“Close your eyes,” Red Hood says, “‘N keep ‘em closed.”
Danny immediately complies, eyes fluttering shut at Red Hood's command. Red Hood takes a shuddery breath, the sound stuttered through his voice modulator.
Red Hood pulls his hands away and steps back. There's a clack and a beep and a hiss, and then Red Hood takes Danny's hand and sets it on his bare face.
Danny's first instinct would normally be to open his eyes in shock, but he fights that, keeping them firmly shut. He can feel warm skin against his fingertips, and he slowly lifts his other hand to cup Red Hood's face. His fingers slowly fan out, feeling the softness of the other man's skin, a raised scar on his cheek giving Danny pause for a moment.
Red Hood's breath stills and he twitches away, so Danny moves on, sliding his fingers up his temple instead. His other hand mirrors it, sliding up until both slip into Red Hood's hair, gently threading through the sweaty strands. Red Hood makes a sound in his throat, and Danny bites his lip.
“You do have fangs,” Red Hood mutters, sounding distracted. His voice is deep, and Danny's sure he would feel the rumble of it if he set a hand on his chest.
Danny nods, still focused on the smooth and soft feel of Red Hood's hair between his fingers. There's a sudden sound of velcro that makes Danny jump, and then there's a bare hand on his jaw and a thumb on his lip, just below where his fang rests.
Fuck, that scent.
That sharp citrus smell is rising thick from Red Hood’s bare wrist, and Danny bites his lip harder. Red Hood presses his thumb up, feeling the point of Danny’s fang. Danny makes a punched-out sound at the pressure, wanting nothing more than to sink his fangs into the man before him and get a taste of that delicious ecto he’s smelling.
The scent is intoxicating.
“How do you even kiss with those?” Red Hood asks, voice a little strained.
Danny smirks. He loves the way his lip drags under Red Hood’s thumb.
“Well normally they fold back, but sometimes people like them. Wanna try?”
Red Hood’s breath catches.
“Why are you so…” Red Hood trails off in a breathless hiss as Danny opens his mouth, letting Red Hood’s thumb slip inside.
He tastes like leather and salt, and that delicious acidic scent bursts across Danny’s tongue, sending an electric feeling through his veins.
“Fuck,” Red Hood breathes. “Why do I want you so much?”
It’s a plaintive question, but Danny’s pretty sure he knows what Red Hood’s trying to ask. He shifts back against the wall, and Red Hood’s thumb slides out of his mouth.
“Well, I’m pretty sure part of it’s just attraction, but the feeling in your chest? It’s the ecto in me calling to the ecto in you,” he says, then goes back to licking at the man’s thumb.
“Ecto?” Red Hood asks, sounding weak.
“The green,” Danny says, and Red Hood jerks his hand away.
There’s a charged moment between them, and then Red Hood shoves Danny roughly up against the alley wall he’s been leaning on. The breath rushes out of him at the rough treatment, and Danny blushes. He still doesn’t open his eyes.
“The fuck do you mean?” Red Hood growls, and Danny smiles.
“The green shit. You’ve got it in you too.”
Red Hood growls again, no words this time, just an animal noise, and Danny can feel the man’s shock at his own behavior. He must really have a bad case of it. Way worse than Ember’s.
“You’re really feeling it, huh?” He says once he catches his breath. “Want me to take care of it?”
Red Hood just gets his hands in Danny’s shirt and lifts him a bit in a clear threat display.
Danny knows Red Hood isn’t planning to actually hurt him. He can feel the man’s confusion, his worry. There’s that delicious rage that flavors his contaminated ectoplasm, but there’s no more than there was when he entered the alley in the first place. And the show of strength and willingness to fight is actually turning Danny on, which he’s pretty sure is the opposite of Red Hood’s intention.
“Why do I trust you?” Red Hood grinds out, and while he sounds hostile, Danny can feel the confusion swirling through him. The hope.
Danny decides to have a bit of mercy on the poor guy and spell it out for him.
“You can sense my intentions. You know I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Red Hood scoffs. “What do you mean?”
Danny smiles gently at him.
“I can sense you too,” he says, calm and steady. “I know you’re not gonna hurt me.”
Hood presses him up against the wall harder, Danny’s feet leaving the ground entirely.
“Oh, yeah?” He asks, voice a low rumble that makes Danny shiver with want.
Red Hood not only smells intoxicating. His voice is just as delicious as the man himself.
“Yeah,” Danny sighs, voice trembling. “This doesn’t hurt, this feels good. I know you don’t mean any harm. You’re just… alarmed.”
Red Hood goes still at that. He slowly lowers Danny to his feet with a confused sound. Danny isn’t really worried about the confusion. He’s given Red Hood all the information he needs, all the information Danny is willing to give. Either Red Hood will let him help out, or he won’t. It’s up to Danny to offer, but it’s not his decision in the end. So he makes his offer.
“Ecto got you all fucked up, huh? I can fix that for you. Right now. Just say the word and it’ll be gone.”
Red Hood is quiet for a moment. Then there’s an explosive sigh.
“You know what? Fuck it. Fine. Fix it.”
Red Hood sounds so resigned, so tired, that Danny decides not to waste time on further explanations or reassurances. He’s gonna fix Red Hood up right now.
“Cover your face,” he tells the man, “I need my eyes for a second.”
There’s a rustle of fabric and a muffled sound of assent, and when Danny looks up, Red Hood’s got his face in his hand, fingers just touching his own hair, features completely obscured. He leans up and in, gripping Red Hood’s elbows to brace himself. He reaches up with a hand and grips Red Hood’s chin, tipping his head gently to the side, sliding his shirt down and baring his neck.
“You’ll feel a sharp sting,” he warns.
“Just do it,” Red Hood growls, his voice muffled beneath his hand.
So Danny does. He leans in and licks a long stripe up Red Hood’s bare neck, and the man shudders and hisses through gritted teeth. Then Danny sets his fangs against Red Hood’s jugular and bites. Red Hood makes a strangled sound, his hands grabbing onto Danny’s head, instinctively pulling him back. Danny growls and Red Hood goes limp, his hands loose in Danny’s hair, his body slumping down and relaxing at the dominance in Danny’s growl.
Until Danny starts to suck.
Then Red Hood’s hands push him in tight.
The inside of Danny’s fangs go intangible instinctively, and hot, fermented ectoplasm fills his mouth. It’s delicious, just as Danny knew it would be. He groans at the taste, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of ecto, and he faintly registers the sound of Red Hood panting and whimpering beneath him, hands tangled in Danny’s hair and pressing him closer.
“Fuuuck,” Red Hood moans, squirming in place. He doesn’t move enough to dislodge Danny even the slightest bit, and Danny hums his praise.
Red Hood whines. Danny bites down more firmly, and Red Hood chokes, gasping for breath. A fresh spurt of fermented ecto fills his mouth, citrus sharp, acid on his tongue.
Danny sucks harder.
Time goes slow and smears around him, and his whole world focuses on the feeling of ectoplasm in his mouth and Red Hood’s desperate noises in his ear. By the time the ecto sputters to a stop, Danny’s so hard he’s practically seeing stars. He can still smell more in Red Hood, but he won’t be able to get any more from up here. He licks over the holes in Red Hood’s neck, sealing them with a bright burst of healing ice, then gently turns Red Hood, one hand on his elbow and one on his hip, and presses him against the wall. Red Hood is pliant under his hands, panting and whimpering in pleasure.
Danny keeps his eyes lowered, not looking at his face, even though it would be so easy now. He waits until he’s sure Red Hood’s steady against the wall, and shuts his eyes.
“Wanna try out that kiss now?” He asks.
There's a sharp inhale and Red Hood surges forward to slam his mouth against Danny’s. Danny’s fangs cut into his lip, and Red Hood hisses. Danny gentles the kiss, pushing Red Hood back with just his mouth, and Red Hood goes with it, letting Danny press him back against the alley wall.
“Good boy,” Danny murmurs against his lips, and Red Hood gasps a desperate breath.
Danny gently slots their tongues together, licking into Red Hood’s mouth with a pleased hum. His hands go up to Red Hood’s hair, pushing it back off his face, petting him softly. Red Hood shivers under his hands, pressing up into them desperately. Danny pulls back and kisses the corner of his mouth and Red Hood makes an almost wounded sound. Danny’s heart twists.
“You don’t get a lot of gentle in your life, do you, baby?” Danny asks, the pet name coming out entirely without his permission, his voice quiet enough that he’s not even sure Red Hood hears him.
Judging by Red Hood’s full-body shudder, he hears him just fine.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” Danny promises, and Red Hood nods under his hands.
Danny kisses him again, little kitten licks darting in and out of his panting mouth, laving ice across the cut in his lip to stop the bleeding. He slots a thigh between Red Hood’s own, and Red Hood gasps, immediately trying to ride Danny’s thigh.
“Gentle,” Danny admonishes, and Red Hood stops his desperate grind. “Gentle,” Danny says again, softer this time, as he slowly drags his thigh between Red Hood’s own.
Red Hood whimpers.
“Why-” Red Hood gasps out, voice shaking, “I don’t need gentle,” he denies, like he isn’t falling to pieces in Danny’s soft hands.
“You deserve gentle,” Danny says, cupping Red Hood’s face and pressing kisses to his heated skin. He kisses the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the edge of his eye. Red Hood’s eyelashes flutter against his lips, and Danny kisses him again. Red Hood groans, slowly grinding against Danny’s thigh. Danny should probably help him out with that.
Danny kneels down in the alley and opens his eyes to the glorious sight of Red Hood’s thighs straining and spreading wide, and Red Hood draws a shaking breath above him.
“Open up?” Danny asks, tapping at Red Hood’s pants, not looking up at all.
Red Hood’s hands fumble at his crotch, unzipping his pants and shoving aside a cup, pulling out his cock as quickly as he can. He’s beautiful, long and thick, and Danny’s mouth is watering already. His cock throbs, twitching hard at just the sight of Red Hood’s cock.
“Gorgeous,” he tells Red Hood, and leans in to lick a long stripe up Red Hood’s length. He tastes like musk and sweat, salty and still slightly acidic, a hint of fermented ecto still lingering.
Danny loves it.
Red Hood’s breath punches out of him, and Danny can’t wait any longer. He folds his fangs back and gets his mouth on Red Hood’s cock, sucking the head gently and licking at the slit. Red Hood hisses and fists one hand in Danny’s hair. Danny pops off him and nuzzles against his cock.
“Gentle,” he reminds Red Hood, and then opens his mouth wide and takes him back in.
“Y-yeah,” Red Hood responds, relaxing his hold in Danny’s hair.
Danny feels him lean back against the wall, feels his legs settle and open, no longer tight against his face. He sets his hands on leather-clad thighs, massaging the muscle he feels underneath.
He rewards Red Hood by taking him in again, working his head slowly up and down, careful to keep his fangs tucked back and away. He sucks gently as he works Red Hood in deeper, and the man’s breaths quicken above him. Danny keeps his mouth loose and open, his jaw relaxed, and licks against Red Hood’s cock as he pulls up.
The slow slide of his cock in Danny’s mouth gets another whine and a shallow thrust from the man, his thighs twitching and jumping beneath Danny’s hands. Danny wants to thrust as well, and he shifts, feeling his cock tight in his pants. He’s pretty sure he can come just from this, just from blowing Red Hood sweet and slow.
He’s almost come this way before, with nothing more than a cock in his mouth, and that was without the fermented ecto. He might actually have to hold himself back from coming before Red Hood does.
Danny pulls almost all the way off, licking and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks.
“Fffuck,” Red Hood pants, his hands still loose in Danny’s hair. “You look so good.”
Danny pops off to say, “You taste so good,” licking at Red Hood’s slit and tasting ecto-contaminated precome, salty and citrus-sharp on his tongue.
He slides back down, slowly and gently taking Red Hood’s cock deep into his mouth, sliding down until it hits the back of his throat. He swallows around his cock, and Red Hood’s next exhale is almost a sob, another thrust of his hips sending him an inch farther. Danny presses deeper, taking Red Hood down into his throat, humming around the feeling.
He can’t breathe now, but he doesn’t need to.
He presses his tongue up against the underside of Red Hood’s cock and swallows around him, and Red Hood gasps at the feeling, pressing forward even though Danny’s already taken him to the root. Danny bobs his head, slick and slow, keeping Red Hood’s cock in his mouth and taking him from tip to root, over and over, meeting Red Hood’s slow thrusts. He keeps his pace, and after a few slick slides, Red Hood starts to mutter under his breath.
“Fuck, keep going,” he groans, whisper-quiet in the alley. “Please, fuck.”
Danny’s cock throbs again, and he groans around Red Hood’s hard length as it slides up his throat. Danny licks a slow circle around him, sliding down until Red Hood is deep in his throat and his tongue is pressed flat. He swallows again, and Red Hood whimpers.
“A-ah,” Red Hood stutters. “Feels so- you feel so- fuck, please!” His voice is getting louder, and one hand disappears from Danny’s hair.
Red Hood’s next sound is muffled, and Danny reaches a hand up blindly to pull his arm back down. He pulls all the way up, sucking and hollowing his cheeks as he goes, pulling off with a pop.
“Be gentle to yourself, love,” he says, kissing Red Hood’s cock sweetly. “Be gentle for me.”
Red Hood whines, but he drops his hand back to Danny’s hair. Danny slowly takes him to the root again.
He works Red Hood up until he’s whining with every slow pull of Danny’s head, gasping as Danny takes him again, whimpering as Danny swallows around him. When he can feel Red Hood’s thrusts starting to stutter in his throat, he pulls off again, his own cock throbbing and drooling precome in his pants.
“You good for another little sting?” He asks, stroking a loose hand slowly up and down Red Hood’s length and pressing two fingers to the base of Red Hood’s cock, right where his fangs want to go.
“Oh god,” Red Hood whimpers, thigh tensing beneath his other hand. Danny gently squeezes back and waits patiently. “Yeah,” Red Hood whispers, and Danny can smell the ectoplasm in him rising at the thought.
Danny’s so hard it hurts, and he shifts where he kneels. He’s so close.
“Here we go,” Danny whispers back, and then he opens up and takes Red Hood right to the root in one gentle slide, swallowing and bobbing until Red Hood is whining continuously.
He pulls up and almost all the way off, then slides back down slowly and drops his fangs, biting gently into the sensitive flesh at the base of Red Hood’s cock.
Red Hood howls, coming immediately, ectoplasm and come filling Danny’s mouth and throat, and Danny swallows him down, humming in pleasure. He comes in his pants at the rush of ecto, the rush of come, moaning around Red Hood’s cock. He keeps swallowing, dizzy with pleasure, until the ecto stops flowing, sucking gently at Red Hood’s cock until it goes soft in his mouth, licking him completely clean.
He detaches his fangs as gently as he can, Red Hood shuddering above him, and when he licks across the holes and seals them with healing ice, Red Hood slumps down across his shoulders, completely worn out.
Danny doesn’t mind. He’s strong enough to hold him up, even if his head is swimming a bit from the fermented ecto. Better than any alcohol he’s ever tried.
He doesn’t want to sit Red Hood down on the dirty asphalt of the alley, but he doesn’t have much else to set him on. Oh wait, he’s wearing two layers, isn’t he. Mentally shrugging, Danny phases his hoodie off and lays it out on the ground with his telekinesis, reaching up to get his arms around Red Hood. Danny’s only in his tank top now, but it’s not like he’s bothered by the cold.
Danny lifts the man gently, settling him on his hoodie, shoulders propped up against the alley wall. He tucks Red Hood back into his pants with gentle hands, slipping his soft cock back behind his cup and zipping him up while Red Hood slowly comes back to himself.
Danny still doesn’t look at his face.
He can see where Red Hood is from the corner of his eye, and when the man starts to slip sideways, he reaches up and catches him. He shuts his eyes and leans in close, petting Red Hood’s hair back from his face, setting their foreheads together.
“How are you feeling?” He breathes, reluctant to break the quiet spell between them.
“Good,” Red Hood slurs. “I feel good. Clear.”
“Good,” Danny hums, pressing a slow, chaste kiss to Red Hood’s lips.
“The Pit is gone,” Red Hood says, breath catching in his throat. “It’s gone.”
His next breath is a sob.
Danny pulls him gently closer, slowly lowering Red Hood’s weary head down to rest on his bare shoulder. He can feel the man’s tears start to flow, salt water wetting his skin, but he doesn’t shush him, doesn’t tell him not to cry.
Danny just holds Red Hood close as he sobs into his shoulder, one hand petting his hair softly and one hand slowly rubbing his back. Gentle touches, gentle comfort, a gentle place to rest and recover from what was probably years of fighting himself, if he’s been dealing with this since he first came on the scene.
Danny doesn’t say anything, just keeps up the motion of his hands and hums a little drunkenly, holding Red Hood firm but gentle in his arms.
When Red Hood’s tears stop, when his breath evens out from his sobbing, that’s when Danny speaks.
“If it ever comes back, you just let me know,” Danny tells him, voice as gentle as his hands. “I’ll take it away again. As many times as it takes until it’s all gone for good.”
Red Hood gives him a watery chuckle.
“Yeah, I bet you would,” he says, sniffling and laughing to himself. “You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.”
“Hey,” Danny says, pulling back enough to let Red Hood see his face.
Red Hood stops laughing.
Danny doesn’t open his eyes, but he does give the man a sad smile. “I’d do it even if it wasn’t good for me too. You deserve to be free, sweetheart.”
Red Hood makes the same punched out sound he made when Danny first got his mouth on his cock, and he surges forward again, catching Danny’s mouth with his own, another sob lost in their kiss.
Danny stays gentle, stays sweet, slowing down the kiss as Red Hood’s tears smudge his cheeks, drip off his chin.
“You deserve so much good,” he breathes, the words hushed between their lips.
Red Hood doesn’t answer, but he nods, just the slightest tip of his head against Danny’s own as they kiss. The kiss slows to a stop naturally, and Danny presses his forehead against Red Hood’s.
“You have anywhere to be?” Danny murmurs, and Red Hood sighs.
“Yeah, I should probably check in.” He says, reluctant. “My team’s gotta be losing it by now.”
“Hmm, too bad,” Danny says, words slurring a little. “I would’ve invited you back to my place to sleep this off.”
Red Hood’s breath catches.
He’s quiet for a moment.
“You really shouldn’t,” he says, voice low and shuddering.
“I really should,” Danny counters with a slow smile. “You won’t hurt me, Red Hood.”
Red Hood sighs.
“Your self-preservation is nonexistent, isn’t it?”
Danny snorts.
“Hardly. I just trust you.”
Red Hood takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a trembling sigh.
“I really do have to go.”
Danny nods.
He shifts back, grimacing at the feel of cooling come in his boxers. It barely takes a thought to phase the come off and out, letting it splatter against the floor of the alley.
Red Hood must look down and see it happen, because he makes a confused sound.
“That’s a neat trick,” he says, intrigued.
Danny hums, standing now that he’s clean.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” he says, and Red Hood chuckles.
“You think there’ll be a later?” He asks, trying for nonchalant and not quite getting there. There’s a vulnerability in his voice. A want.
“Yeah,” Danny says, reaching down blindly to the man in front of him. “I’d sure like there to be.”
Red Hood takes his hand.
“Alright,” he says, voice rough again.
Danny pulls him up, and when Red Hood releases his hand, he knows their time is coming to an end. He hears the hiss and click of Red Hood’s helmet.
“You can open your eyes now,” Red Hood says, and when Danny does, Red Hood is right there in front of him, helmet and glove back on, nearly all his skin hidden away again.
Danny reaches out and traces his fingers gently over the spot on Red Hood’s neck where he bit him, and Red Hood shudders again. Danny leans in and kisses his helmet, right where his mouth would be.
“I’ll see you again, Red Hood,” he says softly.
“See you soon,” Red Hood breathes back, his voice muffled by his helmet.
Then he turns and pulls out a grapple gun, firing it up to the top of the building and zipping away, hauling himself over the edge of the building with hardly any effort.
And he’s gone.
Danny sighs, a little forlorn. He scoops his hoodie off the floor of the alley and phases the grime off it, pulling it back on and shaking himself a little. He decides to go invisible and fly home. Wouldn’t want to ruin a night so wonderful by running into a mugger or something.
When he makes it back to his apartment, he happily flops face first onto his couch and kicks off his shoes, curling up on the cushions and smiling to himself.
What a lovely night.