[neil]

[brightyoungreporter]

From here.

"Fuck," Daniel says, on a slow exhale, as Neil's hand wraps around his cock and pulls, slow and sure. He wonders, for a beat or two, if he should be so easy, if he should show it so much.

He wonders if he's always been this easy.

(The first interview alone says yes, he's always been this easy.)

And fuck him, he wants it, rolling smoothly when Neil directs him too, turning his face so he can watch Neil slick up, the violet of his eyes dark and leaving only the tiniest specks of gold. "Fuck," he murmurs again, his cock trapped against the mattress, pulsing with anticipation.