It feels very different with only two beers inside him. Maybe that's to blame for the startled feeling Danny gets when Hedwig looks him in the eyes. Suddenly everything feels much more real.

He moves his mouth down to Hedwig's chest, testing out different areas with teeth, tongue and lips, like he's pressing different combinations of codes to see what Hedwig likes the most. Having little experience to go on, Danny does what he likes being done to him, sucking, licking and biting both traditional and nontraditional erogenous zones, his ego making him eager to impress. If the hand roaming the arch of Hedwig's back moves to knead a pectoral muscle like it expects to find a bit more of a handfull to work with, put it down to Danny's own muscle memory kicking in.

Such focus on Hedwig's body has the effect of slowing Danny's hips into a more sensual and fluid roll. Not only is it necessary to allow him to catch his breath, it has the added benefit to drawing out the pleasure of each one, something that drags a long, gutteral moan from Danny that takes even him by surprise.