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Jason nudged Danny fully onto his back, sliding down the bed to his waist and undoing his pants, “Lift your hips,” he commanded softly, pulling the bottom half of his suit off in one swift motion, the top long discarded, and continuing his gentle kisses down Danny’s neck and over his chest. His fingers traced over the V of Danny’s hips, curious but hesitant to press against the strange slit that hid Danny’s ghostly genitalia, “Tell me what you want.”
Danny squirmed, grasping at Jason’s sides, “I just want you,” He spread his legs- he was so eager that, for a moment, he forgot to force himself not to unsheathe. His spreading flush was tinged a deep purple, but when Jason spread him open he glowed green past his tentacle cocks. His shafts easily slipped out; His breath stuttered at the cool air surrounding them, normally Danny ran cold in this form- halfway between alive and dead- but his slit was uniquely warm, where everything else wasn’t. The prehensile cocks dripped with lubricant, beading with precum on the heads already. His back arched against the blankets and he whined, He’d never felt this turned on in his life, the way Jason’s eyes stayed on him unflinchingly setting him alight, “Anything. I promise I won’t break, Jay.”
Jason‘s expression grew warm and pleased; He licked his lips and lightly gripped one of his cocks, massaging his fingers over it, “Alright, I’ll take care of you.” He licked over the head of the shaft in his hand almost daintily, tasting, and surprised to find the precum oddly sweet. He hummed, and wrapped his mouth around the head, suckling as his hand explored over the whole of Danny’s cock with slow, testing strokes. He simply held the base of the other shaft, tightening and loosening his grip like a cock ring, and driving Danny mad with it.
He whined long and low, his tone shifting at the utter heat that engulfed one tip. An inhuman sound tore from his lips, like a flicker of static, hands coming down to burrow into Jason’s hair. “Fuck,” He hissed, twitching. Jason moaned low at the fingers scratching over his scalp, relaxing his jaw to take more of his cock. The second shaft squirmed experimentally in Jason’s grip, moving to twine around the first that was getting most of his attention. Danny panted softly, his jaw slack, neck craning as he dug his head into the cushions with the arch of his back, “Oh, Ancients. Fuck, Jason-” He rarely agreed to doing anything in his Phantom form, simply because he felt so much untethered to a mortal body, like every nerve ending was turned up to one thousand. It took everything in him to keep from bucking his hips up into Jason’s hot mouth.
Tingling warmth resonated in the back of his throat that reminded Jason vaguely of a numbing agent, and his teal eyes glanced up Danny’s writhing body, searching for his face through his desire filled haze when his lips bumped the other cock. Oh, that’s interesting. A rumble echoed in Jason’s own forming core as he pulled off to lick and suck down the shafts, taking the other head into his mouth as he lazily jacked off the first.
Danny’s fingers spasmed in Jason’s hair and tugged at the vibrations, his eyes clenching shut. “F-Fuck- Ah, shit-“ He bit into his lip, groan reduced to resonating within his throat. “Mmh- can’t help it, can’t help it, ‘m sorry-“ Danny broke off with a strangled sound as his other cock head was given attention. He was already on the edge- the heat in his gut coiled tighter and tighter as his mouth fell open, overwhelmed.
Jason’s eyes closed in concentration, relaxing his throat again to attempt to take one of Danny’s cocks as far down as he could handle, swallowing around the tip. He gazed up at Danny as he tightened his hand around the base of the shaft he was taking, fingers dipping further into his wet slit as he swallowed again.
Danny couldn’t help the moan that fell from his lips. His cocks slicked more, and below the second, within the slit, was an alluringly warm and ridged sort of.. opening. “F-fuck, Jay- oh, fuck- So good- so good at this.” He whimpered, his thighs trembled, spreading to accommodate Jason’s body. His slit was sucking Jason’s fingers in; his heat dripping from the lubricant slipping down from his shafts.
“Fuck,” He hissed, barely a breath, and tilted his hips upward to get Jason to thrust into him properly. “Please, Jay-” Danny begged, stomach clenching at the combined sensations and trying to grind against Jason’s searching fingers.
Jason hummed around the cock in his mouth. He worked his fingers into Danny, crooking them and pressing against Danny’s walls as he lifted off Danny’s shaft to instead give special attention to the tips in tandem. He scraped his teeth over sensitive skin, voice sex-rough as he growled, “You’re such a slut for this, just my hands and mouth,” He sucked hard just under the tip of one of the heads as if to prove his point, and pressed sucking kisses down his shafts, “What would it be like to fuck this?” He spread his fingers inside Danny, rubbing and pressing, “Could I make you fall apart?”
Danny keened at the intrusion, his breathing ragged and his body reduced to putty. “Oh, fuck, more, Jay- I can't,” he whimpered, his back arching at the stretch. He'd never thought to stick his fingers inside himself before, not like this, and he felt like he was losing his mind. “I’ve never- I’m not gonna last, Jason.”
“Fuck, Danny.” Jason pulled back from his boyfriend, keeping a tight hand on his shafts and holding him still while he fucked him deeper, spreading him wider, slick squelching past his fingers as he methodically worked two fingers in, then three.
Danny was babbling, nothing they’d done while he was living was ever this intense, every part of him was sparking with pleasure. Jason ducked his head low and pressed his tongue in along with his fingers, and Danny wailed as he came. His cocks pulsed in Jay’s hand, pearlescent streams of cum catching in Jason’s bangs and slit gushing with lubricant that he greedily tasted. Danny knew his eyes were glowing, his silvery lashes wet with tears. He twitched and clenched with the aftershocks, Jason’s fingers pressing deep and giving him something to grind down on through it.
Danny melted into the bedding, boneless and mewling at Jason’s ministrations. He’d pulled his fingers out, tongue taking their place and doing his damned best to make Danny come again with the way he thrusted into him. Jason licked over his slit in long, hot strokes; his cocks had gotten thinner after coming and twined around Jason’s fingers. They were trying to pull him back in, much to Danny’s embarrassment. Jay chuckled, eliciting a twitch from his boyfriend, “Feeling greedy?”
His lips brushed over Danny’s opening, wet with spit and making him shudder, “A little,” Danny stretched his arms above his head, clutching his pillow in a vain attempt to keep his hands to himself. He didn’t mind that it also had Jay watching the line of his body hungrily, “I like being greedy with you.”
Jason smirked, lifting up onto his forearms and catching Danny in a languid kiss. The denim of Jason’s jeans scraped against Danny’s inner thighs and he squirmed away, turning them intangible without a second thought and throwing the jeans across their bedroom to hit the door with a thump. Danny froze, blushed to the tips of his pointed ears and made fleeting eye contact, “That- I admit was excessive.”
Jason snorted, making quick work of discarding his briefs as well, “No, that was hot,” He nipped along the halfa’s jaw, sucking a mark under his ear, “And cute, acting all desperate for my cock.” Danny’s breath hitched, though breathing was optional for him, and Jay looked down at him like he was the one with fangs, wanting to take a bite out of him. Jason maneuvered them both higher onto the bed, gripping Danny’s thighs in both of his warm hands and splaying his lover open for him before pushing his knees to his chest, “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.”
Danny flushed, taut with anticipation, but he’d garnered back enough of his confidence to reach down and touch his folds, coyly spreading himself open, “I don’t need to see myself to know what you want. Come on, Jay.” Jason cursed, wrapping his hand around the base of his rock hard cock and squeezing hard, lest he embarrass himself. Danny’s legs had obediently stayed where Jason had placed them while he lined himself up, frotting against his lover a few times just for the sensation of splitting apart his weeping slit and watching the tentacles try to pull him in.
Danny jerked, already soaking the sheets beneath them, and Jason soothed him with a kiss, pressing inside at the same time. He fucked into Danny hard from the beginning, held over him with a hand gripping his thigh tightly as his other hand went to work on Danny’s cocks. They were slick, twining through his fingers and undulating to find friction anywhere they could. He moaned low at the driving heat surrounding his length, and dropped rough, biting kisses over Danny’s neck as he drove in harder, heat coiling low in his belly.
He scraped his teeth over Danny’s collarbone, following the nips with sucking kisses. One of his hands gripped Danny’s hip with nails biting, pulling him closer with every thrust as he took him apart. “That’s it, baby,” He growled into Danny’s skin, hand brutally tugging at his cocks as he massaged the tips between his fingers. They writhed and squirmed in his grip, trying to thrust into Jason’s hand. He draped himself over Danny, leaving no space between them and only focused on the grind and thrust, biting sharply at Danny’s neck, “Let me hear you.”
Danny sobbed and tried his best to grind down against Jason’s cock, scrambling for purchase against his back, “Oh Ancients!” He wailed, “A-ah! Jay- Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes- harder!” each breath knocked out of him and left as a moan. His vision tunneled at the heat that built, built, and built. Every sense focused only on Jason. Frost cooled Jay’s flexing muscles, the temperature dropping as Danny’s climax quickly approached. The prick of ghostly claws drew blood at his back, the room was heavy and humid with energy.
The man’s name scraped his throat at the force behind it, the halfa’s walls clenching tightly around Jason’s cock as he came, cooling ropes of fluorescent cum shooting between their bodies. He writhed on Jason’s cock, pressing him in deep with his heels. His slit leaked minimally; Most of it was internal or leaving through his cocks, but his heat easily became more wet, sucking Jason in and clenching around him with each pulse. He couldn’t seem to stop the spasms, even as he stopped cumming. His body still went through the waves, his abdomen clenched and mind blanking with pure pleasure that coursed through his veins. A ragged groan was ripped from Jason when Danny came, and he panted out a short, “Sorry for this.” Before gripping Danny’s hips and chasing his own pleasure. His own orgasm approached through the last waves of Danny’s. He reached it with a rough shout, collapsing over Danny when he finished. Danny was reduced to a whimpering, blubbering mess by the end of it, pulling at Jason and trying to get him impossibly closer.
He cooed and peppered a few gentle kisses over Danny's neck and tear streaked cheek, sliding his arm around his smaller waist and pulling him on top of his chest as he rolled them over. “You did so good, baby,” Jason soothed. Danny hummed in reply, nosing along Jason’s jaw and pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Sweet talker.” Danny’s voice was rough, the absent clench and roll of his body causing them both to groan. Jay’s warm hands gently guided Danny off his spent dick and resettled them sticky and satisfied together.
Danny lay a pliant mess of oversensitive nerves. He let his head relax into the cradle of Jay’s shoulder, soothing the marks at his neck with gentle, slow kisses that worked their way up towards his jaw, chin. He caught Jason in a slow, relaxed kiss. He knew he was right to trust him with this, more than anyone, Jason cared. He showed again and again that he’d take care of them, that they'd take care of each other. Sleepy tingles followed the lazy trail of Jason’s fingers up and down his spine, and Danny closed his eyes and resettled. He knew if he slept, he’d be warm and safe. Loved, even. If a little sticky.