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The Best Thing About You (Daniel's POV) by LunaFlower
I suppose if I was pushed I would say his mouth. His beautiful mouth encased in those full, luscious red lips. As a singer it's the feature that draws him to you, the source of that amazing voice. A voice that had me captivated from the first moment I heard it.
But it's much more than that. It's the way he pouts when he doesn't get his own way. The way the photographers know just how to frame him to create that slow, smouldering seductive look, the one that gets all the teenage groupies wet. Half look away from me, open your mouth slightly, look up under your eyelashes. A look I know only too well and yes, it gets me wet as well.
The way he unconsciously runs his tongue over his lips when he is nervous. Nervous or anticipating, like before an interview or backstage right before we go on. Or now as I lay him down on the bed and reach for his zipper with one hand while gently stroking his cheek with the other.
He has no idea that he is doing it or what effect such a gesture has on me. I let my fingers wander down towards his mouth, knowing instinctively what he will do. His lips are parted, ready and willing. Eagerly he takes in each finger as it is offered, hungrily sucking and nipping. Swirling his tongue around my digits in a mimicry of the slow torturous patterns I am making on his chest letting my fingertips just graze his oh so deliciously sensitive nipples.
A slight moan escapes from between his lips and I know that it is a sound meant for my ears only. I am the only one who gets to hear these moans because I alone cause them. I alone am able to bring forth such cries of ecstasy. Such notes never reached even at the highest point of a set when he is literally flying on the twin surges of adrenaline and adoration. I feel his teeth bite down on my fingers and experience pain, yet pain coupled with the most exquisite pleasure.
Placing a brief kiss on his collarbone, allowing my teeth to graze the smooth sweat sheened skin there just enough to leave a faint imprint, I move my hands lower, the subtle application of pressure causing the moans to intensify. Husky and breathless they come. 'Oh yes, urgh Dan, oh fuck, fuck Dan, yes, YES' and it is like music to my ears. I up my speed knowing that the increased friction will bring him close to the edge. He's panting heavily now, unable to do anything more than draw in ragged shaky breaths.
All coherent speech lost.
I can feel my own hardness pressing against the confines of my jeans. It turns me on seeing him so aroused and I know that my cock will be slick with pre-come.
Going for the kill I grip him harder, it's not going to take much more to make him come. He's bucking against my hands urging me on. Fucking my pumping fingers. His fist is in his mouth but I still hear his muffled scream as with one final push he finds the release he's been seeking. And as ever it's my name that is forced from his lips. 'DANIELLLLLLLLLLLL!' The sweetest sound I know. His come shoots over my hands and chest.
Sitting back on my heels I wait for him to return to earth. Then making sure I have his full attention I clean him from my fingers, licking each of my fingers cat-like, savouring the salty bitterness, the taste that is uniquely Darren.
He sits up and moves towards me on all fours, a predatory gleam in those seductive blue eyes. His T-shirt is soaked in sweat, mine in his come and as he makes to discard his I do the same. Both tops hitting the floor in an untidy heap.
'Jonesy,' he purrs as he reaches me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a trail of wet kisses across my abdomen.
Bending forward I pull his mouth to mine, taking him in a deep kiss, gentle at first and then hungry and demanding, no quarter given, none asked for, our tongues battling in a well-practiced duel. I can taste his desire, his lust as he takes the last of his essence from me.
He pulls away first; sliding off the bed and swinging my legs 'round so that they drape over the edge.
Kneeling before me he swiftly unbuttons my flies and removes the remaining vestiges of my clothing. More kisses, starting at my feet and slowly working up, teeth and lips combining to leave a cluster of tiny red welts that mean shorts will be out of the question tomorrow.
Momentarily breaking off he pushes me back onto the bed and I brace myself on my elbows; I want to be able to see his face. Smiling broadly he resumes his ministrations, concentrating this time on the soft pit behind my knee. I reach out and grab him, entwining my fingers roughly in his hair, pulling at the scalp urging him on, forcing him nearer to the ultimate object of his attention.
He takes the hint. I am already hard for him and sigh pleasurably as he wraps that gorgeous mouth of his around my cock. Now it's payback time as he takes just the tip of me into him and oh so excruciatingly slowly works his way up and down, swirling his tongue around me. Alternatively licking and biting.
I resist the temptation to thrust myself deeper, to fuck that beautiful face. His eyes are closed now; his attention completely focused on giving me as much pleasure as I have just given him.
'Darren, for fuck's sake...' I gasp and am rewarded by him withdrawing. //Now is not the time to play games Darren.// He opens his eyes and the look he gives me is so full of love and longing that I drown. 'Baby, please...' I manage to growl
'Patience, my beautiful one,' He is enjoying this. Now I do lose all self-control and force his mouth back down, ramming myself up against his lips. With a sigh of intense happiness he opens up for me and in one quick movement takes the whole of my length in.
I give up trying to support my upper body. Releasing my hold I crash down onto the rumpled bed and let him do what his mouth does best. Expertly he sucks at me; all my sensations are now centred on him and his incredible mouth. He knows exactly what to do, the pace, the sensation to drive me to the point of no return. The crumpled sheets become a bit more crumpled as I twist and turn, driven wild.
'Darren, oh shit, Darren,' I scream and his name echoes around the room as I come, repeatedly filling him. Greedily I feel him swallow my outpouring then slowly let me slip out. I lay there unable to move, panting noisily, 'Fuck, baby, oh shit, oh Darren, fuck.' The words come tumbling out as he gently licks the last few drops off me, before coming to lay beside me. Our bodies slick with sweat and traces of each other's come. I can smell my own scent on him intermingling with his own heady mix of aftershave and maleness.
No further words are needed, we just lie there, each basking in the glow of each others loving. I am at peace, complete and loved.
Yeah, if pushed I would definitely have to say his mouth.
~finis~
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