Financial Security

"And all I have to do is let you fuck me."

"You'd want me anyway," murmured Seven. "All the money and the threats, though, those just make your dick extra hard, don't they?"

Danny was leaning forward, leaned close enough that he could smell Seven's fucking cologne, a kind of vanilla sweetness on top of the tobacco and a few other smells he didn't know - leather, maybe? Sweat? It was an expensive fucking blend, that was for sure, and he wanted to fucking bathe in it.

"Can I..." He stopped himself, ashamed, embarrassed, fucking humiliated, but Seven squeezed him again, his big fucking fingers sinking into the flesh of his arse and his thighs.

"Can you?"

"Can I kiss you?" he demanded, forced out the words.

"Huh," murmured Seven, and didn't answer - he just tipped Danny's mouth in towards his, and his mouth was big and warm and skilled, and it wasn't the hurried, quick thing Danny was used to. It was slow, more lips than tongue, and he hated it, because it was so good he was moaning into Seven's mouth again, and Seven was drinking down every sound.

"Call my car for us, would ya?" he said to somebody over Danny's shoulder as he pulled away for a second, and Danny meant to protest, meant to say no, but then Seven was kissing him again and he had Danny's cock rolling between his finger and his thumb, and Danny couldn't think of anything but him.