Panting, Daniel grunted as he violently regretted every time he’d made Clark try and explain a please to him. He whimpered for air and for mind enough to speak. Clark nipped at Daniel’s ear while his hand wandered low and pushed between Daniel’s cheeks.
“Please f**k me with your fingers and make me moan?” Clark husked.
“Yes, Clark.” Daniel groaned before he added, “Please.”
Clark pressed the pad of his coated middle finger over Daniel’s entrance. “I love you saying, ‘Please.’“
Teeth catching cartilage and free hand splayed over Daniel’s chest, Clark circled with his finger once before pushing at the firm ring. Daniel moaned a low, shuddering syllable of want as he felt Clark touch and tease before a slow, so-gentle stretch, and then Clark’s finger was in him. The slick slide of somethi
