I blame an online RP for this. Minor Pompous Pep.
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Silk and satin and feathers and fur and Danny stretched out and groaned. Fine white fur spread out over the top of it all. Danny snuggled underneath it, feeling the buttery-soft leather gliding across his skin. Beneath that was a pure silk duvet, stuffed with the softest down feathers. Danny wiggled against it, feeling all that softness along his body. He rolled over and looked at the clock. He had time, not enough time, nowhere near enough time. Not enough time for what he wanted.
He pulled back the duvet to find sheets, so many sheets. Satin, all of them, satin made of the finest silk. Danny crawled in between each of them, sliding in and out like he were a rabbit burrowing in a meadow. He snuggled in them, grabbing one of so many feather pillows and snuggling it against his body. He grabbed another and then another, curling around in them like he were building a nest. He rubbed against them all, feeling their infinite softness glide against his skin.
Ahhhh. He was so comfortable. The bed was so soft, everything in it so incredibly smooth and soft and comfortably enticing. Danny stretched out and splayed across the surface, arms and legs spread wide. He gripped the sheets and pulled at them a little bit, getting a feel for what sex might be like in this bed. Mmm, that was a thought.
Danny rolled over and buried his nose in the pillows. They still smelled like the owner of the bed. He nuzzled them, wanting to take all of that scent and replace it with his own. He wrapped his arms around as many pillows as he could grasp and felt his eyes drifting shut.
"WHAT THE FONDANT!"
Danny opened one eye to the red-eyed gaze of the bed's owner. Vlad stood in the doorway halfway between disbelieving incredulity and furious vengeance. Danny smirked before snuggling back into the pillows.
"Daniel... What the fudge do you think you're doing?" Vlad asked in a deceptively calm voice.
Danny hid his face in the pillows, leaving his eyes the only part visible over the billowing satin. Those eyes challenged Vlad to dare to move him from his prize.
Vlad growled at the sight before finding one little detail Danny had overlooked. He gave Daniel and evil smirk and shot a bright pink bolt of ectoplasm out at the pile of clothes at the foot of his bed.
"Hey!" Danny shouted, sitting up in the bed. He glared at Vlad.
"I just dusted your clothes, Daniel," Vlad purred. "Have fun streaking home."
Danny pouted and dropped back into Vlad's bed.
"And get out of my bed!"
Danny stuck his tongue out at Vlad as the man turned and stalked from the room. He'd get out of Vlad's bed when he was good and ready. He just wasn't ready yet. This was too comfy.