Danny laughed and it was a lovely, dark sound. Mal didn’t think a giggle from Danny Grant could be so devious. “Before we get too far,” he said, “lube? Condoms? We’re definitely going to put both to good use.”
Yes, they were. “At your leisure.” Mal gestured at the nightstand.
Nodding once, Danny swooped down to mouth Mal through his underwear. His mouth was so hot. Sucking up along Mal from the base, when he got to the tip, Mal’s own wetness had already soaked through. Danny sucked there just as greedily.
“Your…talents…have been going to waste playing hero,” Mal said. “You look good down there, Sparky.”
“If you’re impressed already,” Danny fluttered his eyes up at him, “then you’re in for some surprises.”
Oh, Mal was counting on it. Hands staying mostly limp at his sides, he was enraptured by the sight of what Danny was doing to him. He lifted his hips when Danny finally moved to rid him of his underwear and chucked them over his shoulder with another wide grin.