Oh boy... Danny's eyes slip shut, his jaw slowly dropping, crucifix falling to his chest. If Hedwig is half as good with his mouth down there as he is up here, Danny can see some major donations to the Vatican in his future.

"Nuh..." Danny has to dig deep to pull his ear away from a tongue like that. "Enough jibber-jabber," is all the warning Hedwig gets before Danny plants a hand on his chest and pushes him onto his back. He makes surprisingly quick work of the lube considering he can't see what he's doing, mouth back on Hedwig's with a level of passion that only a randy Italian can exude. He braces a hand by Hedwig's head, grabs a thigh and moans into the kiss at the first roll of his hips. He'd intended to start with more restraint for Hedwig's sake but...his Ma does always say he's been in a hurry since the day he was born.