him. He was whispering still, his face turned up now, as he stood on
tiptoe to reach Ashbury’s ear. “I need you to be nice and wet and hard.”
Ashbury had leaned down slightly to hear him, his hands on Daniel’s elbows, and
at Daniel’s words his grip grew almost painfully tight.
“All right,” he whispered back. “Whatever you need.”
Daniel laughed in delight as he went to his knees and
reached for the falls on Ashbury’s pants. As he began to unbutton them he
glanced up at Ashbury. The lieutenant was disheveled, his clothes askew, his
shako knocked to the ground and his dark hair mussed. He was irresistible. “I’m
so glad you said that.”
When Daniel’s mouth wrapped around his cock, Harry felt so
far out of his depth he was drowning in sensation. Daniel’s words had rendered
him very near speechless. He absolutely couldn’t come up with an intelligent
response. Now he couldn’t even find words at all. The heat, he hadn’t expected
that. He blindly reached behind him with one hand and gripped the tree trunk.
The bark bit into his palm, a rough caress that balanced the smooth, wet warmth
of Daniel’s kiss. Harry looked down and was mesmerized by the sight. Daniel
Steinberg, kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock. His short, curly hair looked
black in the night, but Harry knew it was dark brown. The moon must have
slipped behind the clouds again. Daniel pulled back, sucking on his cock as he
slipped down its length. His nose was long and sharp, aquiline. His brows were
quite dark and arched gracefully over his soft, brown eyes. Doe’s eyes. They
were incongruous with what he was, what Harry had just seen him do.
Daniel did something amazing with his tongue and then took
Harry’s cock deep into his throat, swallowing around it, and Harry thought he
might pass out. He thumped his head against the tree trunk several times and
whimpered. Daniel chuckled around Harry’s cock and then slowly pulled off. “I
think that’s enough of that, Ashbury. You’re a nice enough chap, but the idea
wasn’t to bring you off in a rush before I got some of my own.”
Harry focused on Daniel’s words. He wasn’t in a rush to finish
before he’d had Daniel, either. Daniel had just taken his cock in a firm grip
and he had to concentrate on something besides how amazing it felt. No one had
ever touched him like that. “Harry,” he gasped. “Not lieutenant. Not Ashbury.
Harry.”
Daniel stood up, placing his hands on Harry’s stomach. He
caressed his midsection before gently pushing down on his hips. “I’ll call you
Ramses or Alexander the Great if you’ll just sit down so I can fuck you.”
“Sitting,” Harry said. He lowered himself down, sliding his
back along the tree trunk since his legs were a little shaky. “But Harry will
do just fine.”
“Harry had best do better than fine,” Daniel said with wry
amusement. “I’m hoping for at least marvelous if not spectacular.”
“In my defense, spectacular is a little much to hope for the
first time I’ve ever fucked in my life.”
“Point taken,” Daniel said. He was leaning against the tree
with one arm while he fumbled with his boot. “Marvelous it is, then.” The boot
fell to the ground and in seconds Daniel had half his pants shucked off and was
straddling Harry’s lap, his back to Harry’s front.
“What?” Harry said, confused. “Turn about.”
“Better this way,” Daniel said, and for the first time Harry
heard the desperation in his voice. Daniel practically fell to his knees and
grabbed Harry’s cock, guiding it to his backside and tapping it against the
tight hole there. “You’re going to fuck into me here, Ash—Harry,” he said
quickly. “Do it hard and fast. I like it that way.”
“Fast is pretty much a guarantee,” Harry mumbled.
Daniel let go briefly to spit into his hand and then grabbed
Harry, getting his cock wet again. Before Harry could grasp what was happening,
Daniel sat down on his cock. There