All Work and No Play Make Tom a Dull Boy [2/2 for now]
"I-" Tom can't process his thoughts properly - he never can when Danny touches him - and is trying his best to speak actual words instead of just jumbled gibberish. "I'll have to hurt here, severely, if you come on the floor.." he mutters, taking a sharp intake of breath when he feels the cool air of the bookstore hit his erection. He hardly noticed that his pants were even unbuttoned...
"That won't happen, trust me.." Danny breathes against the skin beneath Tom's naval, making his buck his hips upward ever so slightly.
"I hate when you tease me," Tom confesses, wrapping his fingers around the plush, velvety carpet underneath him. He watches Danny, a smile spreading across his face and he slid Tom's trousers down around his ankles.
Danny trails kisses up Tom's thighs and to his hips, then back down again, pausing over Tom's hard. He looks up at Tom with a reassuring smile before taking him into his mouth.
Tom moans and let's a hand entangle itself into Danny's hair, applying uneeded pressure to his boyfriends head as it bobs up and down. Danny's lips are so warm, and his teeth grind against Tom even so often, threatening to push him over the edge. He tries to buck his hips foreward because all he can think about is coming and getting it over with.
Danny holds down Tom's hips and tightens his lips as he moves them around Tom. He knows Tom is almost there, and does his best to make him here.
"Dan-.. Dannyyy.." Tom whimpers, dragging out Danny's name, only to turn it into another moan, which turns into a quiet scream as he comes, not one drop of the seed spilling from the contours of Danny's mouth when he pulls away.
Danny smiles and kisses Tom whole-heartedly; Tom tastes himself on Danny's tongue, but in all honesty, it was a better taste to have filled his mouth than the chinese food. He finds his arms pulling Danny closer, Danny's own arms already wrapped around his waist, closing the space between their bodies. Their kiss turns into a raging battle for domanince, a battle that Tom respectively loses, as Danny pushes himself onto Tom.
"Pants, off." Tom moans, breaking away from the kiss - only for a moment - to breathe. Tom smiles, as Danny is such a good boy, and does as he's told, sliding out of his trousers. Kicking off his, that remain around his ankles, Tom wraps his freed legs around his boyfriends hips, the friction of their erections only seperated by one simple layer of cotton...
Tom pulls Danny shirt over his head, revealing the muscles and sweaty skin that he's been waiting to see all day, making him smile. He runs his hands over the tightened chest the Danny still pushes against him, feeling out all the different parts. But this isn't enough, Tom is still craving.
"You're the master at this, so why are you being so fucking slow?" Tom demands, tightening the grasp his legs hold around Danny's waist.
"Oh, so suddenly it's okay to fuck at work?" Danny questions, panting purposely against Tom's neck, kissing the paper thin skin roughly.
"Only for you and me." Tom says, with finality, thrusting against Danny, "Now let's get this over with."
A smile creeps onto Danny's lips as the two remove their boxers, and already Tom is hard again. Catching sight of Danny doesn't quite help matters, but it's all worth it.
Danny strokes Tom's face, smiling, and slides a finger into his mouth and Tom supposes modestly that there has to be some substitute for lube, as he licks the finger - and the addition ones that Danny adds in - erractically. After a minute of so, Danny removes his slender fingers and positions them under Tom's hole, smiling.
Tom conceals a moan as he feels one finger inside him, then another, both of them pumping relentlessly. He can't help but fall back against the thrust that Danny's fingers make into him. It's the best thing he's felt all day and he knows, happily, that it's only going to get better.
He sighs as he feels the fingers escape him, making him feel empty and naked. It's only when Danny replaces his fingers with something much better, that Tom truly feels whole.
Tom lets out a moan, wrapping himself against Danny, meeting his thrusts, but it's not what he expected. It's not as good. He wonders if Danny is trying to find that one spot, but can't finish thinking when he does.
"There, Danny! There...!" Tom screams, drawing out his words. His screams only get louder when he feels Danny wrap his fingers around him cock, pumping and pumping and Tom can't take it.
"Oh god - Danny, harder!" Danny follows his direct orders and thrusts into Tom with everything he's got, until Tom can feel the ball of constriction in his lower belly, and it's all over before he knows it. Tom comes onto Danny's chest, making his lover moan in agreement, as Tom can feel a warmness fulfill him. Tom smiles and lays flat against the floor, Danny lieing down on top of him. Danny doesn't remove himself from Tom, because they both find it way to comfortable for Danny to just linger there, waiting until both of them have caught their breath and the sweat has dried off before even considering moving.
Tom runs a hand through Danny's hair, Danny's chin resting on Tom's breastplate; he smiles.
"See? That wasn't so bad. Maybe I'll come have lunch with you more often."
"It's not everyday that you can escape from the penitenuary that you call work, Daniel." Tom smiles.
Danny scoffs, "Well, it was worth a shot. Maybe I should work here."
"You wouldn't keep your hands off me."
There is a silence.
"You're right, I wouldn't." Danny smiles even wider than Tom.
Tom is grumpy the next morning as he walks into work. Yesterday was great and all, in fact, it was wonderful - especially at six o' clock, when he and Danny made it home - but today he's sore and tired from all of yesterday's play. The automated bell makes Tom furrow his brow, as he makes his way to the employee lounge. Cara sits at the table, eating something that Tom assumes is some kind of breakfast food and smiles at her boss when she catches sight off him.
"Good morning, Tom," she cheers, happily.
"'Morning." Tom says back, hanging up his coat with very little enthusiasm. "How was your appointment?"
"Good. Alright." Cara shrugs, "How did yesterday go? I see that you didn't completely destroy your surroundings."
Tom chuckles a bit, remembering yesterday and how terribly fun it was. "It went well, actually. No business, though."
"Hm." Cara coincides, and peeks at Tom, "Not even a handsome little devil by the name of Danny?"
Tom instantly freezes as he goes to grab the pot of coffee, "Uhm..." his body isn't the only think that freezes.
"Sex in the workplace is prohibited, by the way."
"What are you talking about?"
A chuckle sounds from Cara's lips, "It would be unfortunate for you to forget that there are in fact security cameras scouting this entire store," she says, "..quite unfortunate."
Tom frowns and snags his coffee off the counter and walks back into the main park of the store. "I wish Danny worked here..." he muttered in disgust.
[A/N: Possible sequel in the making, ♥. I've got to go back to school this coming Monday, so writing and posting won't be as frequent, *sadface*. But I assure, that if by popular demand, I'll write more of the Flones <3 -Lily]
"That won't happen, trust me.." Danny breathes against the skin beneath Tom's naval, making his buck his hips upward ever so slightly.
"I hate when you tease me," Tom confesses, wrapping his fingers around the plush, velvety carpet underneath him. He watches Danny, a smile spreading across his face and he slid Tom's trousers down around his ankles.
Danny trails kisses up Tom's thighs and to his hips, then back down again, pausing over Tom's hard. He looks up at Tom with a reassuring smile before taking him into his mouth.
Tom moans and let's a hand entangle itself into Danny's hair, applying uneeded pressure to his boyfriends head as it bobs up and down. Danny's lips are so warm, and his teeth grind against Tom even so often, threatening to push him over the edge. He tries to buck his hips foreward because all he can think about is coming and getting it over with.
Danny holds down Tom's hips and tightens his lips as he moves them around Tom. He knows Tom is almost there, and does his best to make him here.
"Dan-.. Dannyyy.." Tom whimpers, dragging out Danny's name, only to turn it into another moan, which turns into a quiet scream as he comes, not one drop of the seed spilling from the contours of Danny's mouth when he pulls away.
Danny smiles and kisses Tom whole-heartedly; Tom tastes himself on Danny's tongue, but in all honesty, it was a better taste to have filled his mouth than the chinese food. He finds his arms pulling Danny closer, Danny's own arms already wrapped around his waist, closing the space between their bodies. Their kiss turns into a raging battle for domanince, a battle that Tom respectively loses, as Danny pushes himself onto Tom.
"Pants, off." Tom moans, breaking away from the kiss - only for a moment - to breathe. Tom smiles, as Danny is such a good boy, and does as he's told, sliding out of his trousers. Kicking off his, that remain around his ankles, Tom wraps his freed legs around his boyfriends hips, the friction of their erections only seperated by one simple layer of cotton...
Tom pulls Danny shirt over his head, revealing the muscles and sweaty skin that he's been waiting to see all day, making him smile. He runs his hands over the tightened chest the Danny still pushes against him, feeling out all the different parts. But this isn't enough, Tom is still craving.
"You're the master at this, so why are you being so fucking slow?" Tom demands, tightening the grasp his legs hold around Danny's waist.
"Oh, so suddenly it's okay to fuck at work?" Danny questions, panting purposely against Tom's neck, kissing the paper thin skin roughly.
"Only for you and me." Tom says, with finality, thrusting against Danny, "Now let's get this over with."
A smile creeps onto Danny's lips as the two remove their boxers, and already Tom is hard again. Catching sight of Danny doesn't quite help matters, but it's all worth it.
Danny strokes Tom's face, smiling, and slides a finger into his mouth and Tom supposes modestly that there has to be some substitute for lube, as he licks the finger - and the addition ones that Danny adds in - erractically. After a minute of so, Danny removes his slender fingers and positions them under Tom's hole, smiling.
Tom conceals a moan as he feels one finger inside him, then another, both of them pumping relentlessly. He can't help but fall back against the thrust that Danny's fingers make into him. It's the best thing he's felt all day and he knows, happily, that it's only going to get better.
He sighs as he feels the fingers escape him, making him feel empty and naked. It's only when Danny replaces his fingers with something much better, that Tom truly feels whole.
Tom lets out a moan, wrapping himself against Danny, meeting his thrusts, but it's not what he expected. It's not as good. He wonders if Danny is trying to find that one spot, but can't finish thinking when he does.
"There, Danny! There...!" Tom screams, drawing out his words. His screams only get louder when he feels Danny wrap his fingers around him cock, pumping and pumping and Tom can't take it.
"Oh god - Danny, harder!" Danny follows his direct orders and thrusts into Tom with everything he's got, until Tom can feel the ball of constriction in his lower belly, and it's all over before he knows it. Tom comes onto Danny's chest, making his lover moan in agreement, as Tom can feel a warmness fulfill him. Tom smiles and lays flat against the floor, Danny lieing down on top of him. Danny doesn't remove himself from Tom, because they both find it way to comfortable for Danny to just linger there, waiting until both of them have caught their breath and the sweat has dried off before even considering moving.
Tom runs a hand through Danny's hair, Danny's chin resting on Tom's breastplate; he smiles.
"See? That wasn't so bad. Maybe I'll come have lunch with you more often."
"It's not everyday that you can escape from the penitenuary that you call work, Daniel." Tom smiles.
Danny scoffs, "Well, it was worth a shot. Maybe I should work here."
"You wouldn't keep your hands off me."
There is a silence.
"You're right, I wouldn't." Danny smiles even wider than Tom.
Tom is grumpy the next morning as he walks into work. Yesterday was great and all, in fact, it was wonderful - especially at six o' clock, when he and Danny made it home - but today he's sore and tired from all of yesterday's play. The automated bell makes Tom furrow his brow, as he makes his way to the employee lounge. Cara sits at the table, eating something that Tom assumes is some kind of breakfast food and smiles at her boss when she catches sight off him.
"Good morning, Tom," she cheers, happily.
"'Morning." Tom says back, hanging up his coat with very little enthusiasm. "How was your appointment?"
"Good. Alright." Cara shrugs, "How did yesterday go? I see that you didn't completely destroy your surroundings."
Tom chuckles a bit, remembering yesterday and how terribly fun it was. "It went well, actually. No business, though."
"Hm." Cara coincides, and peeks at Tom, "Not even a handsome little devil by the name of Danny?"
Tom instantly freezes as he goes to grab the pot of coffee, "Uhm..." his body isn't the only think that freezes.
"Sex in the workplace is prohibited, by the way."
"What are you talking about?"
A chuckle sounds from Cara's lips, "It would be unfortunate for you to forget that there are in fact security cameras scouting this entire store," she says, "..quite unfortunate."
Tom frowns and snags his coffee off the counter and walks back into the main park of the store. "I wish Danny worked here..." he muttered in disgust.
[A/N: Possible sequel in the making, ♥. I've got to go back to school this coming Monday, so writing and posting won't be as frequent, *sadface*. But I assure, that if by popular demand, I'll write more of the Flones <3 -Lily]