It's the real him as much as it can be. Far from his original face or name, but maybe neither of those are important, given what the man with that face and name was capable of. As Deacon, he has grown into a better man, one that Danse can lay claim to, and that is all that's important, here.
He's overjoyed when Danse gives into the temptation to rut up and into him, and Deacon takes everything he has to give without protest. His thumb massages at Danse's hip while his other hand continues to cradle and tease, his jaw stays slack and throat open, the shift to accommodate his lover the only disingenuous thing about his current form, forgiven hopefully by the fact that it's done in service of Danse.
Thoughts and images flood Deacon's mind, projecting onto his own and making it even easier to give all of himself to the other man's desires. There's a link between them, he knows, evidenced earlier by the way he felt Danse's pleasure with his own, and he feels it now too, a rising tension and need for release, teetering there in that sweet spot. A rumbling moan escapes Deacon around Danse's cock, nearly causing Deacon to shudder around him in pleasure. He wants this just as badly, his eyes fluttering open to look up at Danse again and show him that he's ready for it.
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He's overjoyed when Danse gives into the temptation to rut up and into him, and Deacon takes everything he has to give without protest. His thumb massages at Danse's hip while his other hand continues to cradle and tease, his jaw stays slack and throat open, the shift to accommodate his lover the only disingenuous thing about his current form, forgiven hopefully by the fact that it's done in service of Danse.
Thoughts and images flood Deacon's mind, projecting onto his own and making it even easier to give all of himself to the other man's desires. There's a link between them, he knows, evidenced earlier by the way he felt Danse's pleasure with his own, and he feels it now too, a rising tension and need for release, teetering there in that sweet spot. A rumbling moan escapes Deacon around Danse's cock, nearly causing Deacon to shudder around him in pleasure. He wants this just as badly, his eyes fluttering open to look up at Danse again and show him that he's ready for it.