The words Danny had been about to speak died in his throat as she ground against him and-
friction-
He leaned his head back, his hips arching up to press closer to her, if that was even possible. Danny hardly ever allowed himself to feel pleasure, it was always wrapped up in something else; guilt, terror, violation. And at least for the moment, this wasn't anything else, it was just good. It was unimaginable because Danny didn't really know what pleasure on it's own even felt like.
He couldn't even concentrate on anything else anymore. His hands went up and his heels dug into his eyes. He didn't even notice that her grinding was partially against his wounds. It didn't hurt. Nothing hurt, and the moan that escaped his lips proved that.
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Date: 2014-05-12 03:48 am (UTC)From:friction-
He leaned his head back, his hips arching up to press closer to her, if that was even possible. Danny hardly ever allowed himself to feel pleasure, it was always wrapped up in something else; guilt, terror, violation. And at least for the moment, this wasn't anything else, it was just good. It was unimaginable because Danny didn't really know what pleasure on it's own even felt like.
He couldn't even concentrate on anything else anymore. His hands went up and his heels dug into his eyes. He didn't even notice that her grinding was partially against his wounds. It didn't hurt. Nothing hurt, and the moan that escaped his lips proved that.