Still, even as he'd reached into his pocket for the nipple clamps, Danny was feeling a bit hesitant, and then Martin had spotted the bit of dangling chain, and damn, but his eyes lit up instantly! There was no doubt that Chris had been right about Martin's reaction, and Danny couldn't help but wonder how Martin was going to react once they were on him.
"Yeah, I know how these work," Danny admitted. The clover clamps were a bit easier to use than alligator clamps because once you attached them to the nipples, you didn't have to keep adjusting them. If you wanted them tighter, you just pulled the chain, and they'd tighten up quite nicely. The only danger was in letting them get too tight and then leaving them on too long, but this is where Danny was going to have to put some faith in Martin. "And I'm going to need you to tell me when they get to be too tight, or you think they've been on too long."
Danny reached out and tweaked one of Martin's nipples, earning a low moan of pleasure. "I like your nipples, and I don't want to risk losing one of them due to lack of circulation."
Martin nodded. "I do know my limits, Danny, and I won't hesitate to let you know when I've reached them. But…" Martin looked away for a moment, then back up at him. "My limits might be a bit further than you think is good. So, you've got to trust me, too."
Danny took in a deep breath. "I'll try. But you've got to understand that I love you, and I'd never want to do anything that would bring real harm to you. So, if I start to freak out on you, then you've got to be patient, okay?"
Martin smiled and nodded again. "I will. So," he gestured toward the clamps. "Were you just showing them to me or were you planning on using them now?"
Danny slowly grinned as he moved his hand from Martin's cheek to his shoulder and began to gently push the other man back down against the table. "I intend to use them now. But, it seems to me that they'll work a bit better if your nipples are a bit more firm, don't you?" Praying that Martin's coffee table was extremely sturdy, Danny straddled Martin's hips, which might have been a slight mistake on his part as the feeling of Martin's hard cock pressing against him was more than a little distracting. However, since Martin's cock was now trapped, Danny didn't have to worry about keeping Martin from touching himself, so that was a plus. Another plus was that Martin had unzipped the pants, and Danny's cock was no longer straining to get free of its confinement. Now that his cock wasn't pressed hard against the material, he felt that he could hold out for a long, long time.
Danny dropped the nipple clamps onto the middle of Martin's chest, grinning as he noticed that Martin still found it difficult to keep his eyes off of them. Reaching down, Danny began to play with both nipples, lightly pinching at them, then rolling the erect nubs between his own thumbs and forefingers. God, the noises that Martin was making went straight to Danny's cock, and the thought that he could last a long time went right out the window. If they weren't careful, then they'd both be coming soon.
"You like this, don't you?" Danny asked, noting that the nipple play made Martin's cock flex, pushing up against Danny. "Chris said that the clamps would get you really worked up, and you're like this and I haven't even put them on you…yet."
Martin glared up at him, and that just made Danny's grin even broader. Martin always seemed to have that rebellious streak in him, even at the wrong times, and Danny had been half afraid that that rebellious nature would go into hiding during sex. While Danny liked controlling things, he still liked a challenge, and a rebellious Martin was always a challenge that Danny liked taking on.
A sharp tweak of both nipples made Martin's eyelids flutter closed and drawing a soft whimper from him as well. "You still haven't said whether or not you like this?" Danny asked, his voice sounding hoarse to his own ears. He liked touching his lovers, and really enjoyed playing with nipples almost as much as he enjoyed playing with other body parts. To see that Martin had such sensitive nipples and seemed to enjoy nipple play as much as he did was yet another sign to Danny that they were meant to be together. And he was so fucking grateful that Chris Larabee had taken the time to make him see and understand that small truth.
"Yeah," Martin said, his voice soft. "I really like that."
Danny gazed down into Martin's eyes, eyes that were now such a dark blue that he would have been hard pressed to tell their true color. So dark, so intense, so truthful. Danny suddenly took a deep breath, feeling a little bit awed that Martin had fallen in love with him of all people. God, this was so important, and Danny was still scared that he'd mess it up. Hell, he was lucky to be getting this second chance with Martin, and there was a part of Danny that couldn't help but wonder if he himself would have been as forgiving if their roles had been reversed and Martin had been the one who pushed him away for his own good. Probably not. But then, Danny did have that bit of a self-punishing streak running inside, probably something not all that different from Martin's masochistic tendencies.
And speaking of those tendencies…Danny picked up the chain, letting the clamps dangle. "You want this now?"
Martin nodded, his eyes once more focused on those clamps. "Please," his voice still soft, but Danny had no problem picking up on the urgent undertone in his voice.
Danny shifted position a bit, so that he could bend over and reach Martin's chest a bit better. Bracing himself against the tabletop, Danny lowered his mouth to the first nipple, sucking and then biting slightly at it until he had Martin writhing beneath him, making small whimpering sounds that went straight to Danny's cock. Raising up, Danny quickly attached the first clamp and then repeated the process on the other nipple, yoking them together.
Straightening, Danny gazed down at Martin, knowing he'd never seen anyone as beautiful as Martin looked right then. The man's eyes were still a dark blue, and his skin was flushed and glistening with sweat, his lips full and begging to be kissed. Hell, every part of Martin was begging to be kissed. Danny reached for the chain and slowly rose to his feet, carefully pulling Martin upright as he did so and watching as those clamps began to tighten on those sensitive nubs.
Martin let out a gasp of pain, and Danny hesitated, thought about stopping, but Martin didn't say anything and Danny knew that he'd have to just trust the other man, as he'd promised to try to do. He pulled again on the chain, and this time Martin moaned, and it sounded a Hell of a lot like the noise Martin made when he liked something, so Danny figured that everything must be okay from his end of things.
He let go of the chain and stepped back, quickly toeing off his shoes and then pushing his pants and briefs to his feet. Martin's eyes were now just as focused on Danny's cock as they had been on the nipple clamps, and Danny couldn't help but feel proud of that small fact. He wanted Martin to always be focused on him, wanted to always be focused on Martin, too.
Stepping out of his pants and briefs, Danny then removed his socks and stepped back toward Martin. "Suck me," he said, more than ready to see what it would really feel like to have Martin's mouth on his cock, sucking and licking and doing to him all of the wonderful things he'd done to Chris and that fucking waiter from the hotel.
Martin looked up at him, their gazes meeting, and without letting his gaze waver, Martin moved to the floor, on his knees, and Danny had to close his eyes briefly as his fantasy began to come to life before him. But his eyes flew open as he felt a wet heat engulf his cock head, and he looked down, expecting to see Martin fully engrossed in what he was doing. What he saw though, took his breath away, because Martin was still looking right up at him, and Danny was half-afraid that he'd come just because of that.
"Fuck, Martin…" Danny's voice was rough as he placed a hand on each side of Martin's head, simply content right then to just be touching the other man. "You are so beautiful."
And damn if Martin didn't smile around Danny's cock, letting the wonderful tight suction go slack for a moment before resuming what he was doing. Martin had a talented mouth, and Danny felt his resentment toward that waiter and Chris slowly ebbing away the longer that mouth worked over his cock. They'd had the mouth alone, but Danny was getting the mouth and one other thing that those other men never had, and that was Martin's love. Hell, maybe his own love for Martin was also playing a big part in just how good Martin was making him feel right then. Because Danny'd had a lot of blow jobs over the years, from both men and women, but none had felt as good or as intense as what Martin was doing.
Danny sucked in a quick breath as Martin's tongue did a wonderfully wicked thing to the head of his cock, and he knew that it was now decision time. Did he let Martin suck him off, or did he stop Martin before they reached the point of no-return, so that he could bend Martin over the back of his own couch and fuck him senseless? Shit, Danny knew that right then, he'd never be able to fully enjoy fucking Martin. His need would be too great, too urgent for them to both truly enjoy it. Far better to let Martin suck him off, then return the favor and let them both cool off a bit before going any further. When Danny had Martin for the first time, he wanted it to be special, and not hot, frenzied and furious. Not that there was anything wrong with those things, but they weren't what he wanted for something that important. And make no mistake about it, Danny felt that their first time going all the way was important. Too important to ruin just because he felt as if he'd never had a mouth on his cock before and was equally as anxious to find out just what Martin's ass would feel like around his cock.
Danny felt his knees going weak as Martin's mouth drove him closer to the edge. Wishing he was seated, or at least had a wall or an object behind him, Danny stroked his fingers along Martin's cheeks, then let them drift downward until he could feel the muscles of Martin's throat working. "Yeah…just like that…" Danny growled out as his hands followed the up and down movement of Martin's head. "That's good, babe…so fucking good."
And damn if Martin didn't seem to notch things up a bit at hearing his words, making Danny quickly wonder if Martin would get even more aroused if he started talking dirty to him. Quickly wondered because what Martin was doing was making it difficult to think, and it was taking everything Danny had just to stay upright as tremors shot through his body. He was close now, almost there, and damn if Martin didn't back off slightly.
"Martin," Danny didn't care about the quiver in his voice. He needed to come. Needed to have Martin make him come. "No playing around…take that cock and suck it hard…make me come…"
Martin paused long enough to look up at him, his eyes dark and intense as their gazes met. "Suck me off now, Martin," Danny said, his voice much firmer. "You know you want to."
That smile around his cock again, and Martin began to slowly move his head down Danny's cock, but he kept their gazes locked. Still, even though Martin was moving slowly, he kept his mouth tight around Danny's girth, ensuring that the suction remained steady.
"Fuck this…" Danny growled, finally taking matters into his own hands. He grasped the sides of Martin's head, holding the man steady as he began to thrust into Martin's mouth. There was a flash of satisfaction in Martin's eyes, and Danny knew then that this was what Martin had been waiting for. "You like this, don't you?" Danny asked, keeping his thrusts even. "Like having your mouth fucked as much as your ass?"
A moan was Danny's answer. That, and the way Martin managed to still swipe at his cockhead with his tongue were enough to send Danny over the edge. He thrust forward one last time, a bit rougher than he'd intended, but damn if Martin didn't manage to handle it. Danny's hands moved once more to Martin's cheeks as he felt his cock spasm, spilling his come into that hot mouth. Martin swallowed quickly, and Danny's hands could feel the movement, making him feel somewhat proud that his lover not only could handle his cock so deeply, but that he wanted to taste him, as well. That worked for Danny, because he did get a cheap thrill out of kissing his lover after a bout of oral sex and tasting himself in his or her mouth. Liked to show his lover that he wasn't too proud to taste himself, but the taste of his own come mixed with the taste of his lover was almost an aphrodisiac in itself.
As Danny slowly went to his knees, he slid one hand behind Martin's neck, holding the other man steady until their lips met, his own tongue licking along the other's lips, demanding to be let inside. He could feel the sigh as Martin parted his lips, and he didn't hesitate to dive right on in, plundering Martin's mouth with as much passion as Martin had shown while sucking him off. It was there, his own taste combined with Martin, as well as their dinner, sweetness from the sauces mixing with the salty tang of his semen.
Danny pulled back long enough to take a quick breath, making note of the fullness of Martin's lips and the flush of his lover's skin, and then he was back to that mouth, seeking out more of their taste. Danny let his other hand snake between them to grasp Martin's erection, loving the way it flexed within his grasp. Martin moaned, and Danny felt a bit guilty that he hadn't done anything to give Martin any relief, and he knew that Martin had been hard for a while now. What to do, though? He could slowly stroke him to completion, or he could return the favor and suck Martin off, and find out just how good he tasted. Danny grinned into Martin's mouth, his mind made up.
Breaking off the kiss on another moan from Martin, Danny began to pull Martin to the side, until he had him on the floor, parallel to the coffee table. "My turn…" Danny said as he moved between Martin's legs, his grin growing broader when Martin spread his legs open for him. "Damn, but you're gonna wear me out with just thinking about all I want to do to you…do with you."
Danny ran his hands up the insides of Martin's thighs, his eyes on Martin's face and making note of the way Martin's feelings were flitting over his face. He never saw Martin like that at work. Well, there were some times when Martin let his emotions show, usually when a child was involved in their case or was their case, or they weren't able to find their missing person alive. The rest of the time though, Martin seemed to have his emotions tightly controlled. In a way, it wasn't really that surprising to Danny to find out that when it came to sex, Martin didn't want to be in control, but wanted to hand that control off to someone else. People that tightly controlled in public couldn't possibly be expected to maintain that control at all times, although Danny was pretty sure that Martin's old man probably expected it of Martin.
Danny drew in a deep breath as he raised up slightly, feeling more than a bit blessed and a little overwhelmed that Martin was putting so much trust in him. He smiled slightly at Martin, his heart jumping when Martin slowly smiled back.
"You're thinking again," Martin said.
Danny nodded, "I am. But not in a bad way. I was thinking about how much I love you, and how much it means for you to trust me this much."
Martin cocked his head to one side, a look of confusion in his eyes. "Why wouldn't I trust you? You're never let me down, Danny."
"I can say the same thing about you," Danny said as he gave Martin's cock another squeeze. "I hurt you this weekend…" he gave Martin's cock a harder squeeze when it looked as if the other man was going to argue. "Don't interrupt. I hurt you, and we both know it. And I'm so damn sorry that I did that to you. But I'm not at all sorry that you forgave me, and I'm going to do everything in my power to prove to you that that forgiveness wasn't given in vain. But first, I'm going to suck you off, then feed you. Then we'll talk…really talk. And then I'm going to make love to you."
Danny leaned over Martin's body, his face hovering inches above Martin's. "I thought we were making love already," Martin said.
Danny chuckled. "Okay, so we were. Well, then I'm going to make love to you again. Slowly and carefully, until I have you so wound up that you're going to be begging me to fuck you." Danny had kept his hand on Martin's cock as he spoke, and it didn't surprise him when that cock flexed during his little speech. Danny placed a quick kiss on Martin's lips, followed by fast kisses down Martin's body until his head was even with Martin's cock. Taking just the cockhead into his mouth, Danny slowly swirled his tongue around the tip, earning a moan and a slightly upward movement of Martin's hips for his efforts.
Danny slipped his right hand up Martin's belly until he touched the now warm metal of the chain that connected the nipple clamps. Sucking intently as he moved his head further down the shaft of Martin's member, Danny began to slowly pull on the chain, an act that earned him the feeling of Martin's fingers entangling in his hair and a long moan of pleasure. Martin's body arched toward him, and Danny could tell that Martin was close, but no matter how hard he sucked, or how quickly he moved his head up and down Martin's cock, the man just wouldn't let go. And then Danny remember his earlier words, when he'd informed Martin that his cock belonged to him, and that Martin wasn't allowed to come until he told him he could. Any other man, and Danny wouldn't think twice about having said that, but Martin wasn't any other man; he was a top's wet dream come to life, and Danny had the gut feeling that Martin would do everything in his power to delay his own orgasm until Danny gave him the go-ahead.
Danny sucked his way off of Martin's cock and moved quickly, claiming Martin's mouth once more in a crushing kiss. Tugging lightly on the chain, Danny broke off the kiss and looked down into Martin's eyes. God, but he could get lost in those eyes, they were so open and full of lust right then, full of the promise of what was still to come that evening.
"When I go down on you again, you will come for me," Danny said, and he placed a quick kiss on Martin's lips. "Understand?"
Martin nodded. "Yes, sir."
Danny's brows rose at that response, but his desire to get his lover off overrode the urge to pick on Martin for being that submissive. Then again, Danny thought as he kissed his way back down Martin's body, it was kinda nice hearing Martin calling him 'sir.' Especially since he wasn't rolling his eyes while doing so, or using a sarcastic tone of voice. Yeah, he could definitely get used to a submissive Martin.
Danny grasped the chain again, pulling gently, yet continually on it as he once more took Martin's cock into his mouth. He'd barely gotten half of it in when Martin cried out, his hands once more grasping Danny's hair as his entire body shuddered. Danny began to swallow the moment he felt Martin's cock begin to spasm, not wanting to waste a drop. He'd been imagining this moment for so long now, and as most things had been proving to be since he and Martin had first kissed last night, the reality was proving to be so much better than his mind had ever imagined. Danny thought he'd never stop swallowing, but finally there was nothing left, and he gently licked his way up Martin's cock, kissing the cockhead before letting the soft member fall to lie against the smooth skin of Martin's groin.
Martin's hands were pulling on his hair, urging him to move, and Danny obeyed that silent plea, until he was once more face to face with Martin. Before Danny could ask the fully sated man if he'd liked that, he found his own mouth being as thoroughly ravished as when he'd kissed Martin, and Danny couldn't stop the shiver of delight that ran through him as he realized that Martin liked kissing after oral sex as much as he did.
As Martin's head dropped to the carpet, all grins, Danny laughed. "Damn."
Martin chuckled, he was still breathing too hard to manage a true laugh. "Yeah."
Danny moved slightly so that he could stretch out beside Martin, and he draped an arm over Martin's body, his fingers lightly stroking sweat-slick skin. "I guess I'd better get these off you," he said, fingering the chain that looked really good as it rested against Martin's skin. "Don't want to cut off the circulation to anything vital."
Martin turned his head toward him and smiled. "Hasn't happened yet."
"Really?" Danny grinned. "Well, they do say that there's a first time for everything. Hold still." Sitting up, Danny worked carefully to disengage the clamps, and the tossed them onto the coffee table as he stretched back out.
"You do know that I have a bed in the other room," Martin said, sounding far more amused than the moment dictated. "It's a big bed, too."
"I've seen your bed. But right now I don't think I'm capable of moving any more than what I've already done. Besides, the Pad Thai is out here, and I don't think you really want to risk getting your sheets all sticky with the sweet and sour sauce for the crab Rangoon."
Martin laughed. "You'd be surprised at what I don't mind getting on my sheets."
Danny raised up on one elbow and looked intently at Martin. "I'm beginning to see that you're full of surprises, Fitzy. And we still need to talk. We can do that while we finish eating."
Danny sat up and began to move the food back onto the table, but Martin didn't move at all. "C'mon, babe. I know you need the nourishment, and while I know that you're trying to think of ways to get out of talking, it is something that has to happen before we can go any further tonight." Danny, like Martin, really didn't want to get into a deep conversation right then. He wanted nothing more than to keep on doing what they'd been doing, and finally take Martin before offering himself to the other man. Only problem with that idea is that Danny didn't know if Martin even liked fucking other guys, or if he liked being on both the giving and receiving end of things. Danny also knew that until he knew for himself just what Martin wanted and when he wanted it, then he wouldn't feel fully comfortable about things. The last thing he wanted was to be continually doubting the two of them - himself about whether or not Martin was really satisfied, and then doubting Martin whenever he said that something was okay.
Martin blew out a quick breath, then moved so that he was sitting cross-legged on the rug on the other side of the table from Danny, the couch providing a back rest for him. The mere fact that Martin was putting space between them told Danny that his lover was expecting the worst, and was trying to get into the best defensive position possible. Well, Danny wasn't going to be having any of that. He moved over by Martin, settling in beside him, and ignored the look that Martin sent his way, one that plainly said Danny was intruding on his personal space again, and would he please back off. Hell, Danny'd never obeyed that look before, and he had no intention of doing so now.
"Just because we *need* to talk, that doesn't mean that the conversation is going to be bad. You and Chris needed to talk, and that wasn't a bad conversation, was it?" Danny asked with what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
Martin shook his head. "No, it wasn't. But the last time you and I needed to talk, nothing good came of it."
"I know, and I'm sorry about last night. But I've got my head on straight now, and I have no intention of letting you get away." Danny pulled a carton of Pad Thai toward himself and picked up a pair of the chopsticks. "Chris said that I needed to talk to you, ask you about what you liked, and when you liked it. It seems that I let my imagination get the better of me and had some odd idea that you…" Danny grabbed up a bit of the noodles, not wanting to insult Martin, but not really knowing how to phrase what he'd been thinking. "Well, that you liked being hurt every time you had sex, and that what happened last week with Chris was something you wanted all the time."
The silence that met those words seemed to drag out for a long time, and Danny began to worry that he'd once more done something to hurt or offend Martin. However, he wasn't feeling any vibes of that nature from the man beside him, and he finally risked turning his head to look at Martin. He thought he was prepared for just about any reaction from Martin, but the grin on the other man's face took him by surprise. It was pretty clear that Martin was trying to not laugh out loud.
"You think that's funny?"
Martin finally let go of the laugh that he'd been holding back, and he nodded. "Oh, yeah. Not as funny as you thinking that I'd shot myself, but pretty funny."
"Hey!" Danny didn't think it funny at all that he had been that worried about Martin when hearing about the shot being fired in his building. "You were drunk, and drunk people have been known to do things that they wouldn't do while sober."
Martin leaned over and bumped his shoulder against Danny's. "I know, and I'm sorry that you had to be worried about me. But it's still funny. Fitzgerald's never take the easy way out. I think it's got to do with that whole stereotype of the Irish as an ever-suffering people or something like that. We get melancholy and might fade away, or drink ourselves to death, but blow our brains out?" Martin shook his head. "Not going to happen, Danny."
Danny grinned, "Glad to hear it. And I guess I was kinda acting like an ass earlier. But I still think you deserve a spanking for tossing us out."
Martin's eyebrows rose questioningly. "And getting spanked is supposed to be a bad thing?"
"You tell me," Danny quickly replied. "Like I said, I let my imagination get the better of me, and I was seriously thinking that I'd never be able to keep you satisfied. And for me, that's one Hell of an admission!" Not that Danny really had all that big of an ego when it came to his own opinion of his sexual prowess. But, yeah, if it was just sex that they were talking about, then he had no doubt at all that he could keep Martin happily satisfied. But, there was more than just sex going on with Martin, and Danny still had his doubts about just how far he was willing to go, even for the man he loved.
Part Twenty-seven