Dan kisses Walter softly. "Are you sure you wanna do this, buddy?"
Walter swallows around his heart where it has jumped into his throat and gazes up into the warm brown eyes above him. And he nods, only once, because he's not sure. He's not sure but he knows this is what Dan wants, what he has always wanted.
// 'What do you like, Daniel?' 'Uh... Uhm, what do you mean?' 'Always focus on me. Never ask for anything. Want to kno //
To take him. That's what. It always has been.
Dan draws Walter's legs up to wrap around his waist, passes a hand over his cock, grazing his scrotum to press slick, wet fingers into him again. Walter's eyes flutter shut and his head rolls back into the pillow. Dan bites at his throat as it is exposed in a perfect arch.
As Dan slowly moves within him, inch by inch, beat by beat of their racing hearts, Walter's body tenses. His back arches off the bed as if to scrunch away, the veins and arteries in his neck bulging deliciously as he forgets to breathe. With a hand on his sternum, Dan shoves Walter against the bed, palm crushing his breastbone down like he is performing CPR. As Walter flattens to the bed, he takes an enormous gulp of air and Dan fills him roughly. Another breath and Walter's moan echoes after Dan's.
Then a slow gentle thrust. Walter shakes his head, whispers a soft, "No," and Dan stops. He knew all along that this wasn't going to work out. He sits up and begins to pull out of him, but Walter's legs wrap around his waist and he lifts his hips off the bed to fuck himself roughly on Dan's cock. "Nng, yeah." His voice is barely audible over Dan's high, stuttered gasp.
Dan exhales, holding himself steady on shaking arms, one still compressing the diaphragm of the man below him. Walter is panting hard, struggling for air as Dan presses harder, but holding fast and vigorously nodding his head in consent. Dan gets it. Needs it. Bites his own lip and then sinks, bearing his weight down upon his lover to plunge his tongue just as deeply into him as he does his cock, sharp, fast, and invasive. Walter clenches and bites down.
Blunt, chewed fingernails scramble over Dan's back. Dan grasps a cheek of Walter's ass in each palm, bruising and spreading and fucking him hard until Walter's chipped teeth release him. His face is as red as his hair, and as Dan's weight shifts off of him, he breathes deep. "More!" The demand is wheezed. "Nnf! Gauh-- Daniel, harder."
The nails on Dan's shoulders and neck scrape hard and Dan lunges deep, rolling Walter's hips off the bed as he drives. Dan hooks his hands under Walter's knees, bends and presses them to his pale, freckled chest. Dan folds Walter in half, gasping and wheezing in turn as he pins him, his little butterfly, with a dagger.