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“Do you plan to just hover above me all day?” Daniel asks. His tone is teasing, and there’s no real bite to it, but when Wheeler looks down at him, he’s got an eyebrow cocked expectantly.
“I’m nervous,” Wheeler insists, shifting back on his knees so he can see more of Daniel’s face, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Wheeler, Jesus,” Daniel maintains, rolling his eyes as he reassures his boyfriend about this for what feels like the hundredth time.
“But what if I do?” Wheeler protests, “What if I suffocate you?”
Daniel can’t help but release an incredulous laugh, his chest rippling with it beneath Wheeler, and Wheeler’s lips purse into what Daniel considers a bewitching pout, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Trust me when I say this,” Daniel starts, trailing his fingers affectionately over Wheeler’s spine in an attempt to pacify him, “Suffocating between your thighs would be a divine way to die.”
Wheeler’s blush deepens, this time at Daniel’s words, and he runs absent fingers through Daniel’s chest hair, watching the motion instead of looking at Daniel’s smug expression when he grumbles, only half-joking, “You always know exactly what to say to me.”
“Of course I do,” Daniel says, grinning all the while, “I know you like I know the back of my own hand. Now stop stalling and come sit on my face.”
Before Wheeler can even think about moving again, Daniel is gripping his thighs, dragging Wheeler’s body up and positioning him right over his mouth. Wheeler lets out a surprised little yelp, instinctively trying to shift away, but Daniel holds him in place, keeping him seated as his tongue slips between his lips and teases along the wet folds of Wheeler’s pussy. Wheeler is always so wet for him, and it’s something Daniel prides himself on, the way he can turn Wheeler into a dripping mess with a calculated look or a pointed touch. Daniel likes to joke that it’s because Wheeler is just that into him, but he’d never let Wheeler believe for a single second that Daniel doesn’t enjoy being with him just as much. Even when their relationship was much more casual—and sometimes hostile—than it is now, Daniel’s always had a soft spot for the boy above him.
Daniel’s cock twitches as he presses his tongue inside Wheeler’s hole, still teasing what’s to come as Wheeler gasps, one of his hands tangling in Daniel’s hair. Daniel can’t help but smirk, his lips twisting against Wheeler’s flesh as he thinks about how long he’s been trying to get Wheeler to try this, feeling vindicated with the confirmation that Wheeler seems to be enjoying it just as much as Daniel thought he would. It’s intoxicating, the scent and the sensation of Wheeler enveloping him, his thighs warm and soft on either side of Daniel’s head.
Daniel drags his tongue in a long stripe to Wheeler’s clit, lapping at it gently before he starts to apply a little more pressure, easing Wheeler into it even though Wheeler’s hips are already starting to rock slightly against Daniel’s mouth. Desperate, Daniel thinks.
“Are you okay?” Wheeler blurts, as if suddenly aware of his own movements, although he can’t bring himself to stop them, “Is this okay?”
If Daniel were able to, he’d laugh again—he doesn’t know what Wheeler expects from him in their current predicament, but he does manage an affirmative moan, the sound vibrating against Wheeler’s clit and making him release an all too humiliating little cry, a sound akin to a squeal that has Daniel’s belly flooding with a satisfied warmth. As if possessed by the sound, Daniel’s hands move to fit around Wheeler’s hips, encouraging the motion, persuading Wheeler to grind down on his face, to take what he needs. Wheeler’s sounds grow needier still, his free hand reaching to brace against the headboard as he works himself against Daniel’s mouth, his fingers tugging on Daniel’s short curls and drawing a muffled groan from deep in Daniel’s chest.
Daniel knows Wheeler’s tells, which means he knows Wheeler is close when his breath starts to stutter, when he starts to sweetly whimper Daniel’s name—“Danny,” over and over again like a mantra, like a prayer—and Daniel’s lips move to form a perfect little “O” around Wheeler’s clit, sucking gently as Wheeler releases a string of expletives.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Wheeler blasphemes, something that Daniel would love to playfully rebuke him for, but he doesn’t lament for long—Wheeler’s thighs tighten abruptly around Daniel’s head, squeezing in a vice grip before there’s the satisfying rush of release.
Wheeler’s breath pants out of him, and his body seems to suspend for a single dizzying moment, pleasure overtaking all his senses as he rides out his orgasm on Daniel’s face. Wheeler’s chest heaves and his hips twitch until he can’t seem to take it anymore, shuddering and letting out a breathless, nonsensical plea. Daniel uses his hold on him to help him ease back from Daniel’s mouth, his legs trembling slightly as he looks down at Daniel with a stupefied expression. Daniel, however, is all shit-eating smiles, beaming from ear to ear, his lips swollen and wet, his hair wild from Wheeler’s yanking fingers.
“See? What did I tell you?” Daniel ribs, and it’s Wheeler’s turn to roll his eyes, though it’s not as effective when he’s still breathless from his climax.
Wheeler shifts back a little further, leaning into Daniel’s space as he murmurs, “I’m glad I didn’t suffocate you.” He captures Daniel’s lips in a pleasant kiss, tasting himself there and licking into Daniel’s mouth for more. Daniel’s cock throbs hungrily, reminding him of his own longing, and he has to reluctantly pry his lips away from Wheeler’s to speak.
“While you’re here…” Daniel’s voice is practically dripping with implication, and he raises a suggestive eyebrow up at Wheeler, who laughs lightly, his eyes bright. Wheeler moves his hips lower, pulling a hiss from between Daniel’s teeth at the titillating presence of Wheeler’s pussy so close to where Daniel craves it the most.
“You’d like me to return the favor?” Wheeler finishes, and Daniel nods, words failing him with Wheeler firmly in the driver’s seat now, his earlier apprehension all but forgotten.