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Danny’s never had a fuck quite like Vlad Masters.
Sure, he’s had his fair share of “college trysts.” Getting pressed open and dug into under the weight of finals and stress and maybe a little bit of homesickness on his part. Going to a party and getting held against a wall or two by some guy, that might’ve been too old for him, or something like that—
Some part of him vaguely remembers falling into bed with some pretty stranger with long, light hair. A man with solid hands and calloused fingers or a woman who was just a little too mean.
He tries not to think about what that says about his current tastes.
Luckily, thinking gets difficult when he’s being split open on Vlad’s cock and getting fucked stupid. Overwhelmed by the feeling of hands running all along his body and the warmth getting dicked provides spreading low in his belly. Those same hands dragging against the curve of Danny’s hip, dancing along that spattering of freckles on his ribcage with a reverence that convinces him that if Vlad isn’t touching him at every given moment of the day he’ll die.
The touches are just one of the things that make Danny go crazy for it. And it’s not just lingering hands on his shoulders and playing with Danny’s knuckles with warm, solid fingers beneath tables.
It’s the way the man’s strong tanned hands roll down from Danny’s shoulder to the curve of his ass. Slipping to press into the warmth of his insides eagerly, pull him apart with a practiced sort of confidence that’s meant not to betray just how fucking badly Vlad wants to have said hands on and in him.
Or maybe Danny’s just projecting, who could say— The thought breaks off with the little hitch in his throat before he can really think that one through.
Danny shudders with the feeling of that one scar on Vlad’s palm catching on the bony angle of his hip. Vlad’s corresponding grin makes him feel dizzy. And what the hell is that about? Since when is it that a single little smirk of all things is enough to get Danny impossibly harder?
“Daniel..” And then he’s shaken from his thoughts by the sound. No one calls him that. And why the hell does he call him that for anyway!? And why the fuck does his dick jump when Vlad says his name like that Jesus Christ—
Vlad smirks filthily at the way his cock jerks in response and Danny can’t help raising a hand to his face to smother his embarrassed groan. He can feel heat rising to his cheeks and the younger does everything in his power to cover the warm flush of pink most certainly spanning the bridge of his nose. Danny completely misses the way Vlad’s smirk softens into something fond.
“Daniel,” The older man starts again, grinning delightedly at the shiver that wracks Danny’s body in response. “Do you like when I talk to you? Like this?” Vlad hums at the way silence fills the room, knowing he won’t be getting a response anytime soon.
“Are you shy? Worried about falling apart once I tell you about how badly I want to put my mouth on you?” He's looming over Danny then, hands running down his sides and the only way he can tell is because Vlad’s presence is overwhelming and Danny feels his mouth go dry from how hot it is.
“You always look so pretty—“ Vlad leans down even closer, growls against the shell of Danny’s ear and goosebumps break out along his body. He smiles again at the way Danny’s ear flushes even pinker at the contact. “Squirming and crying when I play with you, taking whatever I decide to give you. So needy— I love it, I love seeing you like this. Making a mess on your belly when I haven’t even touched you yet.” Danny feels something inside him shudder when a hand comes down and swipes through the mess of precum beneath his bellybutton.
Danny whimpers low in his throat when Vlad makes a show of it, drags precum slick fingers against the plains of his stomach before reaching his nipples and playfully toying with them. It goes on long enough for his back to arch, indecisively into and away from the stimulation at the same time and the way Vlad laughs in response is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. It seems like the older decides to have mercy then, like he already knows that that one little laugh alone has already left its mark on Danny forever, so he’s willing to move on.
A soft noise leaves Danny’s lips as the older man’s hands continue roaming his body, eyes fluttering shut behind his hand when Vlad’s fingers press into the curve of his thighs appreciatively. “You’re so perfect,” Vlad keeps speaking softly now, like he’s sharing a secret and it makes Danny unbearably hotter. “It’s like every inch of you was made for it— for me, my cock. I could fuck every inch of you and never get bored.” The words leave Vlad’s lips easily, fingers digging into the meat of Danny’s thighs a little meanly when he hums about what it’d be like to press in and fuck between the fat there. Danny lets out a noise that could only be described as broken and Vlad’s breath hitches in his throat.
This was nothing new. Danny wanted to hit himself. This wasn’t anything new and it wasn’t the first time Vlad had expressed just how badly he wanted to be here, doing this with Danny of all people. So why was it so nerve wracking and arousing this time goddamnit!?
Another thoughtful little noise leaves Vlad at the tension in the other’s body, hands sliding up and leaving their place on the younger’s thighs. He feels something possessive stir in his belly at the way Danny presses into the touch eagerly, hips rolling into Vlad’s hands. It takes all of Vlad’s strength to keep them moving.
One of his hands finally comes up to cup the curve of Danny’s cheek and it’s so jarring he can’t even remember what his brain had been screaming about just moments before.
“Is this okay?” Vlad asks quietly, and there’s just something about the respect and the consent and the genuine amount of care there that makes Danny feel hornier than ever for some reason. And absolutely fucking speechless in between processing the question and his dick bobbing and drooling out another little bead of precum right beneath his belly button. Vlad seems to mistake his overwhelmed silence for hesitation and continues talking. Soft and slow like and man.
“We can stop here, if you want to. Whatever you want— what you need, I’ll give it to you.” Danny can’t help but groan at the words because yes, please god— can Vlad just give it to him and Vlad looks mystified at the sound.
It only takes another low whine from between Danny’s teeth for him to continue.
Vlad shuts his eyes like he’s in pain before he says, “I want to be inside you— want to feel you around my cock and carve my place inside of you and mark you. Come inside of you and have you keep me in you for as long as you want me to.” It comes out low and deep and Danny’s shaking and no one’s ever felt like this before or spoken like this before and—
“But only if you want it too, little badger”
Danny will deny the devastated sound he makes at the words for the rest of his life but he’s nodding and that’s all it takes for Vlad to get moving again. Lays Danny against the blankets all sweet and his hair curtains over Danny as reaches over to grab the bottle of lube, and he wonders if Vlad considers the bottle half empty or half full.
He has a second to admire how pretty Vlad looks, resting his head against the curve of Danny’s chest and looking up at him while his hand slips between Danny’s legs like second nature. Vlad’s fingers finding their way to his rim and pressing against it encouragingly.
“You have to ask for it— I can’t just— I have to hear you, know that you want it too, just as badly.” The words are punctuated by the press of Vlad’s heavy cock against his hip. The warmth of it makes Danny feel dizzy with the disorienting wave of complete and utter need that crashes into him in response.
He taps against his opening a few times and some part inside of Danny just aches, the tension building in his core like a promise. He feels frustration burn in his throat every time long elegant fingers dip into his body just so, the feeling of nicely manicured fingers playing at his rim becoming too much. Danny can feel wetness prickling at the corners of his eyes and he can’t stop his hands from scrambling along the muscles of Vlad’s back desperately before he’s begging.
“Please— I need it.” Danny finally breathes out quietly, every inch of him feeling wild and desperate and starved. “Please don’t make me say it, I just—“ The words get caught in his throat when his eyes catch Vlad’s own. Giving him a look he can only describe as pleading and demanding all at once.
It seems like the older man has some mercy left in him then, if the way the tip of his middle finger breaches Danny’s body is anything to go by. Danny nearly bites his tongue at the sensation, settles for throwing his head back with a needy groan.
He feels himself panting, overwhelmed by the feeling of a single long digit slipping into his hole with practiced ease, Vlad’s other hand roaming and scratching at his skin, coming up to play with his nipple in that same way he knows drives Danny absolutely insane.
The finger pulls back and forth inside of his heat a few times, playfully brushing up against that place inside of Danny that makes him see stars before he’s threatened by the loss of it. And then Vlad makes a move to pull away and out of him. The thought makes him let out a heartbroken sound at the same time the older raises a single curious eyebrow.
“Please— I’m sorry.” Danny whines, face burning from both arousal and embarrassment. “You know I just want you— only you— nobody else feels like this, only you. Only you. Please, please— “ Danny says it over and over, as many times as it takes for Vlad to believe it, whatever it takes for—
And then two fingers are breaching his entrance and slipping along something deep inside of him with a low growl from Vlad and Danny forgets his own name. All he can focus on is rocking down into Vlad’s fingers and trying not to hold his breath. Vlad buries his face beneath the boy's jaw and rocks with him.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” Vlad hisses against the column of Danny’s throat and Danny shivers with the way he can feel his fangs against his neck. His thighs shuddering open at the same time Vlad’s other hand comes around to cup his balls possessively. Pets over them so sweetly it makes goosebumps break out along his skin.
Danny feels his eyes flutter in their lids at the sensation, mouth going dry at the way fingers dance over the sensitive skin almost playfully. It’s like the heat between his legs is starting to become way too much and all he can concentrate on is the feeling of Vlad fucking lovingly brushing his hand over his balls and murmuring against his throat.
“You’re mine. I’m going to keep every inch of you.” Danny pants at the words and jumps when Vlad’s warm, calloused hand comes back up to hold his cock. And then he’s biting his wrist to stifle the wail he almost lets out when the older man starts stroking him in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
“Look— Look at how good you look like this Daniel—“ Vlad breathes out and Danny can’t not look. Can’t stop himself from blearily looking down at what the older man is doing to him. But the way Vlad nuzzles against his jaw is an unbearably effective, if not unnecessary, encouragement.
He feels out of his mind looking down and seeing the way his tip peaks out of the end of Vlad’s fist just so with every downward movement. Feels something inside of him shatter with how much he loves it, how fucking big Vlad’s hands are. Danny can feel the way his knuckles catch against his rim and every inch of the man’s rough, ridiculously warm hand against the sensitive skin of his cock and he feels like he's going crazy.
“You’re perfect, you were made for this. You’re so good Daniel—“ He’s rambling. Vlad’s rambling like he’s just as hot for it as Danny is and it makes him feel like his skin’s on fire. Presses his face against the skin of Danny’s throat and inhales, making a pleased sound at the scent of arousal and his own soap and something cool that he’s come to associate with Daniel.
“It can always be like this, I can make you feel this good every day.” Vlad swears, overwhelmed with the feeling of Danny splitting open warm and pulsing around his fingers, feeling the way his cock jumps into his hand and the scent of his skin and the sound of him. The way Danny moans at the myriad of sensations makes his head feel hot. "I’d treat you so well— I’m already yours.” He admits breathlessly, and it’s true. His hands stutter to a halt at the realization.
Danny feels something inside him pulse sweetly at the words and turns to look at him then, all wide eyes and flushed pink cheeks and Vlad decides that it’s worth the risk. “But you can— you can be mine too.”
He buries his face back into the muscle between Danny’s neck and shoulder then, somehow too nervous to look the boy in the eye, despite the fact that his fingers are literally inside of him as they speak.
“If you want to be.” He finishes softly, and Danny’s pretty sure he’s never wanted anything more in his life. But he’s so dizzy and everything’s so hot that he can’t even find the words. He fucking loves this, being here, doing this with Vlad.
The possessive words, want of ownership ring in his ears again and send a spark of fire down his spine that he’ll never admit to anyone. He’s so busy relishing in it, the feeling of being desired so badly, that he doesn’t even realize Vlad’s gone quiet. That he’s waiting for an answer.
That this isn’t just sex and Vlad means it. Wants Danny, wants to keep him and bury himself inside of him and be a part of him and Danny’s never realized that you can be this horny and emotional at the same time.
“Yes.” Danny finally whimpers, lip trembling “Please keep me. Whatever you want— I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours—“
And it’s like the words themselves snap Vlad into action, Danny’s voice breaking when a third finger slips inside of him. Vlad's groan vibrates against his skin and he can’t stop himself from jerking his hips down onto his fingers and into his hand all at once.
Another absolutely humiliating little noise leaves Danny’s mouth and the older man’s grin turns wicked.
“Look at you.” Vlad growls and Danny feels his eyelids flutter with the sound. “So needy, such a filthy boy. Always need to be full, always craving cock in your belly, hm?” A little wail leaves the younger’s lips at the words and some needy, hungry part of him begs him to say yes.
“I should keep you like this, have you all strung up and ready for cock at every given opportunity. You’d be so good at it. You were made for it Daniel—“ And the words make Danny feel like his face, maybe even every inch of his skin is on fire, overwhelming in a way he still can’t understand.
What is it about this that makes him literally lose it whenever Vlad has his hands on him? He knows Vlad is— Vlad is beautiful. Danny knows that, is more than aware of that.
But he’d been with beautiful people before. This is different, something about this in particular does things to Danny that makes him dizzy and weak kneed and it’s so hard to think straight when Vlad’s dragging his fangs against his throat and pulling him apart like this—
“Would you like that? We can even keep you all plugged up after. That way you’ll never waste a drop.” Vlad grins, punctuates every little word with a jab at Danny’s sweet spot and at this point he’s pretty sure he’s crying and he’s so into it. So fucking into it and from the way Vlad’s looking at him it seems the older man is nothing short of delighted.
Danny’s face is wet and warm with tears and he should be mortified that he’s crying in front of Vlad but all he can feel is unbearably horny and fucked stupid and just a mess of sensations and words and more more more—
So the feeling of Vlad’s fingers finally pulling away and out of him is pretty much heartbreaking. A dark chuckle leaves him at the way the younger wails at the loss.
Danny feels himself shaking beneath the man as he catches his breath, can’t stop himself from making weak little noises as he cries. Still looming over him, caging his body in with muscular shoulders and the wide breadth of his chest, the way Vlad looks down at him is reverent and awed in a way that makes every inch of Danny feel hot and malleable.
He feels even hotter when Vlad leans down and presses kiss after kiss against his face, shudders where he can feel the man’s erection press against him, impossibly harder. Like he likes seeing Danny like this. Small and aching and crying from the feeling of his fingers in and around his body.
Danny’s never cried during sex before. But from the way Vlad is leaning down and kissing the tears from his lids, grinding his cock down into the curve of his hip and breathing sweet nothings into his ear, he thinks he likes it. He loves it.
"There you go," Vlad breathes, "just let it out little badger. You look so pretty like this, absolutely divine." He sounds overwhelmed and breathless like he means it and it's enough to make Danny grin behind the sniffling. The way the older man can't help but stare down at him makes something stutter in his chest that he still can't quite put a name too and then Danny's pulling his legs up and around Vlad to get his attention.
"You're pretty too—" Danny starts, some part of him feeling silly and shy when Vlad beams in response, "And I love this, I really do." His hands come up to wipe at his cheeks then and he completely misses the way Vlad's breath hitches at the words. "But are you gonna fuck me now? Because if you touch my prostate one more time, I'm gonna come all over both of us, and I know you like that, but—“ And then Vlad's hands shoot up to the backs of knees and Danny'll deny it until the day he dies but he thinks he giggles a little at how desperate the older man looks just then.
"Of course I'm going to—!" Vlad sounds almost scandalized and Danny would laugh again if he wasn't sliding his briefs off his hips at the same time, exposing the crease of his hip and strong thighs and his cock and Danny wheezes like the breath's been punched out of him. Feels something inside of him pulse and wants to wrap his hand around it so badly, feel the solid weight of it in his palm. He feels overwhelmed by the urge and Vlad's smug, stupid smirk in return isn't fucking helping.
The look melts into something more mellow when Danny decides to give into the urge however, hand coming down to brush against the tip playfully, breath catching when he sees the dribble of precum there and his own cock jerks in sympathy. Has a hard time getting his fingers to touch around the width of it and feels the muscles in his thighs shake in anticipation.
"Daniel— “ Vlad breathes out again, groans low in his throat and this time it's Danny bursting into action, hands scrambling for the same misplaced bottle of lube and slicking his hand around the older man's cock, grinning at the way his hips buck into the motions. Vlad lets out another sound then, needy this time and Danny never wanted anybody this badly before.
He feels wild for it when his legs come up and around the man's waist again, pull him in close and he can barely breathe when Vlad presses up and into him. And then he's slotting even deeper inside of Danny and bottoming out and the feeling of whole and full and too much, just enough, please— makes him feel light headed.
"Oh my god— " Danny manages to whine out finally and Vlad makes this broken, awed noise like he agrees. And then he's moving and rolling his hips into Danny's and staying there, pressing in deep and he sees the same stars he loves so much behind his lids and in Vlad's eyes and in his fucking hair.
For a split second Danny realizes how overtly and embarrassingly poetic those thoughts are.
But then thinking and thoughts get downright impossible when Vlad shifts his weight just so and it’s like every single nerve in Danny’s body is on fire with the way the man keeps nailing his sweet spot. Feels the head of Vlad's cock dragging against his insides and pressing him open, marking him and then he's overwhelmed by the urge to feel the man come. Deep and messy inside of him so he can keep it inside and maybe Vlad'll even plug him up like he said earlier and wouldn't that be wonderful.
Danny needs it, needs Vlad to come inside of him and own him like that and he feels himself tighten up with how badly he wants it—
“Deeper—“ Danny hisses against the shell of Vlad’s ear and it’s almost enough to make him come. “All of you, want all of you. Please, whatever you want. Just want to keep you inside—mark me up, make a mess, please—“
The muscles in Vlad’s thighs shake at the words but they keep moving, keep trying to sink as deeply as he can into Danny’s insides and stay there. The heat of him around Vlad’s cock is overwhelming and silky and makes him feel like he’s melting.
"Just wanna keep you.” The younger whines out again and Vlad feels something inside of him snap at the words, hips thrusting brutally and every part of him just wants to bury himself inside of Danny and stay there, muscles aching with it.
Danny lets out another long, pretty sounding noise that Vlad knows means he’s close and it has him baring his teeth. He brings a hand down to wrap around the width of Danny’s cock and it’s all it takes for him to come undone, wailing in the space between them and pulsing messy and warm onto his hip.
Vlad stills for a moment, looking down at Danny in awe and it’s long enough for him to catch his breath because then long lithe legs are wrapping around his waist and pulling him in closer.
“More— “ Danny sobs out finally and it’s all Vlad can take before he’s spilling inside of him with a hoarse groan, falling forward to press his face into the soft muscle between neck and shoulder.
He lets out a low, satisfied sound when Vlad groans low into his ear and pulses inside of him. Danny can feel his hips rocking unconsciously into the motions to keep him in, milk him for all of his worth and hold his come deep in his belly.
It’s almost enough to get him hard again, that warm heat running out of his aching hole, but then Vlad turns his head to look at him and it’s all he can focus on. Their faces are close enough that their noses brush against one another. Vlad’s clean hand comes up to wipe the moisture from his lashes sweetly.
They're panting then, the room filled with the sounds of heaving, breathless laughter and warm with their body heat. Vlad in particular is like some kind of walking, talking furnace, and Danny wants to cling back onto him already. And this is when it usually hits again, in the afterglow that has him wondering what specifically about this repeated encounter makes it so, this.
Incredible, awe inspiring, so fucking hot and some of the best sex he's ever had in his life.
But then he says it.
“I love you.” Vlad says finally, the corner of his eyes crinkling when he says it and he said—
Oh…
Oh.
“Oh— “ Danny breathes out, because of course he would. And then things are starting to become a little too clear. Now he’s not sure if he’s shaky from the orgasm of his life or from hearing those words out loud. Not that it makes any significant difference— And stay focused Fenton the love of your life just—
Oh.
But then Vlad grins at him, this silly little amused thing, like Danny’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And Danny’s chest literally fucking aches. Because his eye keeps doing that thing, where it crinkles in the corner and his nose scrunches up a little. And it’s so cute that what he says next spills out of him like water.
“I love when you put the dishes in the dishwasher but you forget to actually turn it on—“ Danny starts, and Vlad’s eyes widen in confusion but he’s quiet, he’s listening— “And then you do that thing... where you like, stare off into space trying to remember if you did or not, and then you decide you must’ve. Because what kind of idiot forgets to turn the dishwasher on Daniel.”
“I do not sound like that.” Is the first thing Vlad says, but he’s still grinning, and he’s still listening, so Danny continues.
“And then a few hours later we’ll both head down to the kitchen, and there’s this distinct lack of dishwashing sounds. But you’re like, well they must’ve finished already. And then I open the door and it’s a mountain of definitely dirty absolutely not clean dishes.”
“And you make this face, like you’re trying not to laugh at yourself but you’re also annoyed. And you turn to me and your eyes kinda glitter in this way that’s like, not a word Daniel. But also like, this is super funny but absolutely stays between us.”
“And then you leaned in to like...kiss me” Danny’s voice is soft, lacks the same undertone of laughter it had just moments before. Vlad’s eyes are doing that thing again, where they get all glittery and Danny feels weak in the knees even if he is laying down.
“I loved that.” He says quietly, in the space between their lips. “I love that you’re like that.” Vlad sighs so sweetly then, and Danny doesn’t really understand why it took him so long to realize just why exactly being with Vlad is unlike being with anyone else.
“I love you.”
The responding smile he gets is just stunning.