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Reunion	By : Loquora Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Okay, the second half of the smut. No cliff hanger this time, I promise!

Thanks so much to the people who reviewed, I feel loved (and slightly hated for where I cut it off).

Same warnings as before... etc etc

Ch. 5

At some point my eyes must have closed, because I have to open them now to see what you’re doing. Something is missing though, and not just your fingers in my ass. I’m still panting to try and get enough air in my lungs and I can’t get my mind around what I needed to say or do.

You’re getting off the bed and for a second I think this is all the end of some very sick joke. But then I can see how hard you are through your black slacks. That’s pretty hot already, but then you undo the button. It seems you’re going to give me a show of getting undressed, not that I mind.

It’s interesting how your “I’m being wicked” face looks like your “I’m being sexy face”. My hand finds its way to my dick which is practically screaming for attention. You make a point of starting straight at my hand and I can see the playful look in your eye turn smoldering.

But you don’t wait long before you start the strip tease again. Your shirt was already unbuttoned a while ago, so it’s easy to take off. Then you slide the zipper down slowly, such a tease.

This whole show so far has been enough material for me to jack off for a month to, but then you drop the real bomb on me.

Under those black slacks you’re wearing tight little black y-fronts.

In all of my fantasies I don’t think you were wearing anything at all, but I guess I just assumed you were like every other guy I knew and wore boxers. But this… even your underwear looks evil!

I snicker at that and you give me a questioning look. Can I help it if your man-panties made me giggle? You obviously don’t think it’s funny.

You’re still looking at me funny while you shift positions slightly. When you move I can see just how hard you are.

And I will be damned if that isn’t really hot. My hand is getting more serious because the sight of you hard in your tight black underwear has just fried what was left of my higher brain functions.

You still have an evil smirk on your face as you adjust yourself in your underwear, deliberately showing me how big you are… or teasing me… or both. I hope you’re satisfied because that sound I just made wasn’t like anything I’ve ever heard myself make before.

“Stop”

Since when did your voice have this much power over me? My hand stops moving the second you tell me to. My whole body is tense waiting for you to say something else.

Instead you pull your underwear off and I get a good look at you at last. There is a part of me that’s suddenly not ready for this. You’re a lot bigger than you were in my imagination, and certainly bigger than the vibrator I’d tried on myself.

You slide onto the bed with more grace than I would expect out of a guy your age. Wow, I’m blushing so bad you could roast a marshmallow over my cheeks.

“Lift your leg… yes, like that.” And once again my body obeys you on its own. You settle lower than I expect.

The first time your tongue runs up the length of my cock I just about scream in pleasure. I can hear you smirking even if you don’t make a sound.

I’m so hot from all of this I’m leaking pre-come like crazy. Oh YEAH and you’re going to lick me until I’m clean. Your tongue circles my head and dips in and I swear I would give anything if I could have you do that again.

But that’s all I get. What are you trying to do, kill me?

You may have stopped paying attention to the part of me that wants you most, but you don’t seem to be giving up entirely. Instead your tongue moves to my balls. Just when I’m squirming and moaning from that though you move lower still.

I can honestly say in all the times I imagined this I never once thought of having your tongue… there. I’m just so glad you knew better.

It feels kinda wrong, but oh so right all at the same time. I can’t help but be amazed that just in the last half hour you’ve taught me more about my body and what it wants that I knew in all the 20 years I’ve had to learn.

My brain is starting mush out again. I want you to feel good too, but I can’t get my hands unclenched from the sheets long enough to find any part of you. Plus, you’re underneath me, it won’t be easy for me to touch you the way I want to.

“Please… damn it!”

I’m not above begging to get what I want. I hope you taking your tongue out of my ass is a sign that you’re going to get on with it.

“Please what?”

Bastard.

“Please… fuck me!”

“Now now, Daniel. I don’t think you were raised to use that kind of language. Besides, I know you can be more persuasive than that.”

My hand reaches down so I can just finish myself, I just can’t wait anymore. But you slap my hand away before I can get any satisfaction.

“Ugh… please-“

“Please who?”

“Please VLAD, put… put it in me” I say the last part so quietly I’m not sure he can hear it.

“Put what in where?”

Sweet mother of- you had better fucking fuck me after everything you’ve made me say!

“Please, Vlad, stick your hot, thick cock in my ass and pound me through the mattress!!”

“There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

~*~*~*~

I can practically feel the anger coming off the boy in waves as I tease him. If only it weren’t so utterly satisfying to get him riled.

His anger did give me a good opportunity to get myself ready to enter him without him knowing. I don’t want him tensing up in anticipation any more than he should. I prefer it when he’s begging for it. Even if it is a bit against his will.

Can I help it if I love hearing him beg me like that? And who wouldn’t? He’s more attractive than I am, and I’m practically a sex god myself. I saw the way he watched me strip, even if I have a decade or two on him I can still get him hot.

I line myself up to penetrate him and he actually whimpers… as if he needed to look more inviting. I’m a sucker for that sound, probably addicted now. I will need him moaning and writhing in my bed at least four times a week for… well, I’m not exactly sure how long half ghost beings will live.

The boy is still virginal despite his claims at “stuff” and “things” so I have to take this slow. I can see him tense up as the head of my cock clears the first ring of muscles.

“Shhhhh, just relax, it will get better soon.”

I’m a bit disgusted with how cheesy that sounds, but he reacts well to my voice. I don’t blame him, my voice has a certain seductive quality to it. Especially when I’m driving into an ass as hot as his; it would be hard not to be seductive in this situation.

We’re both dripping sex and sweat.

Finally after he gives a tentative nod I push in further. He takes it slightly better this time, though I still have to wait before I can push in all the way.

Even when I do make it all the way in it’s the same excruciating pleasure as when I first started pushing in.

Once again he gives me a little nod and lets out a breath he probably didn’t even mean to be holding. That’s all the encouragement I need.

A little pull, a little push.

Nothing. Well, he whimpers a little, but that’s not the reaction I’m looking for.

Maybe if we shift like… this.

I pull out a little more forcefully than I mean to and plunge in just as enthusiastically.

“Oh, shit!”

That had better be a positive description of what I just did, I don’t know that I have enough self control to not do that again.

“M-m-more!”

That answers that. I pull out and stroke back in hitting that same sweet spot again. This time he arches up a little bit and really starts to lose himself.

There is very little this boy thinks that doesn’t end up coming out of his mouth, and now is no different. Now that I’ve found his prostate he won’t stop moaning and gasping and saying things so dirty I’m a little worried about where he learned them.

Of course that doesn’t stop me from pounding into him mercilessly. He’s so tight around me it’s maddening. I can’t honestly remember the last time I had sex this good.

My hand is once again on his cock and this time he starts begging when I touch him. How sweet! I didn’t even have to ask this time.

With his eyes closed and his mouth open and his pale skin flushed with lust he is quite the picture. Even long after he has gone back home, which hopefully will not be soon, my whole room will smell of him and sex. And sex with him. Perfection.

Before long his string of sex talk has reduced to little breathy whimpering sounds, which I am just as addicted to and will be requiring as often as possible. Twice a day if I can get it. I’m pumping him in rhythm with my thrusts, getting more and more urgent all the time.

“I’m gonna…”

I really had hoped he might hold out for longer. But there will be plenty of time to work on his stamina. Besides, this is the first time I have had someone else in my bed for far too long. I’m willing to let go if he is.

“Come for me, Daniel.”

There is an image that will forever stay in my brain.

The ghost boy opens his eyes to look at me just before he finally reaches his peak. He looks a little surprised and lost, but mostly he looks taken by his own lust.

He squeezes me so beautifully after that; I only hold out for a half dozen more thrusts before I follow him into bliss.

I barely manage to avoid falling over onto him. Just barely.

(AN: I have one more little bit I've been working on as sort of a conclusion or bonus, something like that. I'm not totally done with it, but I will put it up when I am. Let me know what you think!)
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