Nov 13, 2006 19:30
Sometimes Casey pushes for control, trapping Danny underneath him, pinning his arms over his head, restricting every movement until all that he can do is shake and tremble.
But it is an act of repentance, not domination. He strokes Danny’s body with promises to never leave, rubbing certainty into his skin. He trails kisses everywhere, sweet acts of contrition for too much time lost. He forces Danny to take instead of give, to accept pleasure without returning it.
He whispers his love and moans his repentance, and doesn’t let Danny up until he sees belief join love in his eyes.
fic,
sports night,
sn100,
danny/casey