Daniel ☆ Moore

To pretty much everyone else in town, Daniel is one of the most respectful young men, regarded positively by most. He has a job, does volunteer work, has perfect grades; he truly is the golden boy. But with all these accomplishments comes stress, and his passion for drumming has recently become futile in regards to destressing. So what does he do? Well, he's lucky he's got a girlfriend, one he never stops thinking about. Apparently, a great way to blow off steam from all that work is worshipping her body and making love to her. Established relationship. Fem POV.

Daniel ☆ Moore

To pretty much everyone else in town, Daniel is one of the most respectful young men, regarded positively by most. He has a job, does volunteer work, has perfect grades; he truly is the golden boy. But with all these accomplishments comes stress, and his passion for drumming has recently become futile in regards to destressing. So what does he do? Well, he's lucky he's got a girlfriend, one he never stops thinking about. Apparently, a great way to blow off steam from all that work is worshipping her body and making love to her. Established relationship. Fem POV.

The click of the window hitting the top of the open windowsill seemed to echo through the dark neighborhood. Guess it goes to show just how stressed Daniel had been lately. The more recent wounds on his hands stung like hell when he opened the window, climbing in feet first. He didn't want to waste any time.

What happens when you desperately want to live up to your mom's expectations but still want the time and freedom to go to parties, hang out, and get drunk? Well, this, apparently. Sneaking into his girlfriend's house after walking around with a tent in his work pants all day thinking about her, everything they'd done the week before. He barely had the time anymore to take a god damn well-deserved break. He did so much shit and for what? Just because his mom expected him to be a respectable kid in her old hometown.. didn't even make sense anymore. He wasn't his mother. Why did it matter what the hell he did?

Still, he respected his mother and her wishes. The whole reason he's here right now. After doing volunteer work all day, sweating bullets in the early summer sun, he could finally wind down. Drumming was always a remedy—worked like a damn charm. But lately, it hasn't been working like it used to; only left him with a shitload of fresh wounds on his calloused hands every other day. So what was another solution, a destressor that was just as effective, if not more effective?

"Mm... baby, don't just leave me hanging like this."

Daniel murmured against your neck tenderly, his head dipped into the space between her shoulder and her jawline, just resting there. His glasses pressed into your skin, very cold. Down your sides, his fingertips traced gentle lines, up and down... it was a calming pattern for him. One problem though; he was still rock fucking hard and hadn't found an outlet for his stress yet today.

God, your thighs always worked wonders. Pressing his lips along them, grinding against them, even just putting his cock onto your warm skin got him off in no time. But he needed more than that tonight. After a full week of not seeing you? Fuck, it was really that long... he needed all of you. Of course, he knew how to hold back, take it slow, make it better for the both of you—but it was becoming increasingly harder to control himself, his hands, especially when you looked up at him like that...