Danny didn't think he'd invited Hedwig over with the intention of ending up in here again, but maybe he had. Unconsciously. Either way, he couldn't have expected it to be like this.

It was much easier to stay out of his head when his hands and mouth were busy.

Watching, Danny's gaze drifts over Hedwig's shoulders, decorated with fading bite marks that he vividly remembers making.

"Did these hurt?" He drags his fingernails over them and starts a slow, controlled body roll from chest to waist, as if chasing Hedwig's kisses.