Nought to sixty in 2.9 seconds feels really good to Danny, but not everyone appreciates a luxury Lambo experience without warning.

He drops onto a forearm, bringing their chests closer, and breathes shallowly against Hedwig's neck, shifting his knees slightly so he can take more time to explore the feel of longer, more deliberate thrusts. His grip on Hedwig's thigh tightens. "Oh, man..."

Danny lifts his head, eyes closed, and follows the urge to go deeper, opening them again a while later to check for a reaction. He grazes his mouth over Hedwig's, tip of his tongue sneaking out to ghost over his lips, breath hot.