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[takecourage]

Living with Darlington is a very different experience to living with anyone else that Alex has ever shared space with. With Mira, there was all kinds of attempts at rules and structure that never really worked out, while Ground Zero had been chaos of the ugliest kind. Her dorm room had been nice, the girls there for company, the sound of Mercy breathing at night. She'd never really had a chance to sleep at il Bastogne.

But here they are.

They haven't really done anything all day, just slept late and then lazed around in each other's company. She'd even managed to talk Darlington out of going for a run. Now, they're lying on the couch, their legs tangled together comfortably. Darlington's reading and Alex is idly flipping through cable channels. She nudges him with her heel against his thigh.

"Your turn to cook," she says, glancing at him.

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[more_magic]

Of course this would be the exchange she demands. Danny groans, rocking thoughtlessly back onto her finger. "Being...put to use in as many ways as possible, all at once." He makes himself say it, knowing every word gets him closer to what he's been wanting for what feels like hours. "Someone sitting on my face, or fucking my mouth. Another person riding my cock. Being made to finger two other people, or jerk them off. And being made to know how much I love all of it."

He draws a breath, letting it out again as slowly as possible. "And if you let me come, I'll go down on you. Let you ride my face, even, until you're tired of it."

[takecourage]

"You can do better than that," she chides, gently. "You can offer me something that I know you enjoy so much. I'm already giving you a great letting you come."

[more_magic]

"Does nothing satisfy you, Alex?" he says, and he can hear the whine in it, the need. He groans, pressing his flushed face into the bed as he tries to think. "You want me to clean up after myself?"

[takecourage]

She yawns noisily, shifting her hand to pull her finger out of his ass.

"I mean, I was going to make you do that anyway."

[more_magic]

He feels her start to pull her finger out, and his stomach flips in some kind of shameful desperation for the loss. "Please," he groans before he can bite it back. "Barely know my own fucking name at this point, just...just tell me."

[takecourage]

That's where she wants him - desperate, babbling and she reaches to unhook the cockring, dropping it on the bed. Without another word, she pushes her finger back into his ass.

[more_magic]

The effect is embarrassing and galvanic in equal measure.

Almost the instant her finger presses into his ass again, he's coming hard enough that his back bows with the effort, his come splashing onto the sheets beneath him as a ragged moan spills from somewhere deep within his chest. It feels like it'll never end; it feels like he'll pass out before it does.

[takecourage]

She fucks him through it, keeps her finger moving until he's spent and then she shifts, taking hold of him and manhandling him a little until he's lying on his belly in his own come.

"How do you feel?"

[more_magic]

In the wake of it, he can't do anything except let himself be moved, Alex's hands guiding him down until he's more or less flat on the bed. His come is hot and tacky and disgusting against his skin; he grimaces faintly, but doesn't shift out of position.

"To say I've never come that hard in my life feels like hyperbole," he murmurs, turning his head towards the sound of her voice, strands of his dark hair stuck to the sweaty, flushed skin of his forehead. "But I think it's true."

[takecourage]

Alex leans in and pushes the blindfold up and out of the way so that she can look him in the eyes.

"I love you," she says. That still feels like a weird and marvelous thing.

[more_magic]

The blindfold comes off and he has to blink a few times, readjusting to the light and focusing on Alex's face as she looks at him like something wondrous. "I love you too," he says. "Beyond anything I ever expected."

[takecourage]

She kisses him, and then sits back to look at him, still trussed up in their bed like that.

"Do you want to keep going?"

[more_magic]

Danny gives that the consideration it deserves, weighing the spent exhaustion he feels and the way he aches. Eventually, he nods. "I'm done being hurt tonight, and I need you to let me out of the spreader bar, at least, but I can keep going."

[takecourage]

Alex immediately shifts down to the foot of the bed, releasing one ankle and then the other and then she moves up the bee, releasing his wrists.

"We can have a break and then go again," she says, sprawling beside him, still in her sweater and leggings.

[more_magic]

"Thank you," he says, letting out a relieved sigh as the restraints on his ankles loosen and slip off. Once Alex unties his wrists, he flexes them, working out a bit of the ache before he leans over to kiss her. "You know, sometimes I think you look better in that sweater than I do."

[takecourage]

"Its really soft," she says, leaning into the kiss. "So what did you like? What do we need to do more of?"

[more_magic]

"I didn't expect to enjoy having dinner in the nude quite so much," he says, smirking. "Which is a piece of information I'm certain you won't abuse for your own personal amusement."

He pauses, quietly aggravated with himself by the sudden way he wants to resist owning up to what he thinks of next. It's ridiculous, and it doesn't matter or mean anything one way or the other, and he knows that.

"More of playing with my ass," he says, and tries not to mumble it into something unintelligible in his sudden, stupid reticence. "I liked that. Obviously."

[takecourage]

"Obviously," she says, stroking her fingers down his bare side. "We can definitely play with your ass some more. See what you like. What you don't."

[more_magic]

Danny nods, smiling at the light stroke of her fingers down his side. "I liked playing around a little more with humiliation," he adds. "You reminding me how vulnerable I was. Even the Manuscript fantasy, though I'm loath to give them any influence over my sex life."

It's still something he feels more embarrassment over than amusement, but he manages a quiet laugh before he continues. "Well. More than they tried to have on Halloween."

[takecourage]

"Fuck them," says Alex, brushing his dark hair back from his forehead. "But at least it got is here, right?" She smiles. "I wasn't sure if that was pushing it too far, honestly..."

[more_magic]

"It got us here," he agrees--and if he thinks for now, knowing how differently it all turns out back home, it's only a distant thing, easily banished by the touch of her hand in his hair. "And it wasn't pushing too far. It was more than you'd done before, a little...more pointed, I'd suppose, but not enough to cross a line."

[takecourage]

"We're still figuring that part out, I guess," she says. "How important the humiliation is, how deep you need it to go." She shifts, aware that she hasn't come but sort of enjoying the throb between her thighs.

[more_magic]

"We'll get there." He says it with the confidence he already feels, the trust he has in Alex that forms the base of why they're even able to do things like this at all. It wouldn't work otherwise, or with anyone other than her. "And I have to think we'll enjoy the process of discovery, too."

Seeing the way she shifts against the bed, Danny raises one eyebrow just slightly. "Alright there, Stern?"

[takecourage]

"Yeah," she says, grinning. "We've just been quite focused on you. Not that I'm complaining." She leans in and kisses him. "It's definitely a fun process."

[more_magic]

Danny answers her grin with one of his own, skimming a hand along her hip as they kiss. "We can certainly remedy that during the next round. It's only fair."