Seducing; NC-17; ~3800 words

Sep 27, 2011 20:31

So I'm posting two fics in a row, what the hell. This, though, was light relief and filthy porn written with thegrrrl2002, whom I adore because she is awesome and writing with her is lovely, always! So, there, I'm posting two fics in a day!

This is honestly just some porn, like we enjoy writing together :).



Steve kicks his shoes off and stretches out on the bed, grunting in contentment. It had been a long week of chasing down the bad guys but now it's the weekend, and all is quiet, for once. Closing his eyes, Steve's all set to indulge in a quick nap when he hears the Camaro pull into his driveway.

He opens his eyes again. Danny, of course. Interrupting Steve's plans, like he so often does.

A slam of a door, rustling of bags--there had better be a six of Longboards in one of those bags, considering Danny has drank the last of his--and then he hears Danny call out.

"Yo, Steve? Where the hell are you?"

"Upstairs," Steve shouts, loathe to move.

He hears the stairs creak as Danny trots up them, and then there he is, leaning against the doorway of Steve's bedroom. "So, tell me," Danny says, one eyebrow raised as he looks Steve over. "Is this a nap or an invitation?"

Steve clasps his hands behind his head. "I don't know," he muses. "Could be either one."

Danny's eyes light up and Steve has to fight back a grin, knowing how much Danny loves a challenge.

"Are you telling me it all depends on my seduction technique? Because honestly, babe, it's been a long time since I've had to work for it."

Steve raises an eyebrow, moving enough to prop himself up on his elbows, looking at Danny and the tantalizing tease of skin exposed by the first button undone on his shirt. This new habit of his not to wear ties is making Steve’s life harder, all puns intended.

“Are you implying I’m easy?” Steve asks.

Danny waves a hand towards him, as if it’s self-explanatory. “Well, look at you, all sprawled on a bed like you’re some kind of, of porn star or something. Although I admit it’d be more effective if you were naked.”

Steve smiles, tilting his head to the side, trying to find a way to beckon Danny closer. Now that he’s here, Steve really wants to get that shirt off him.

“Now who’s seduction technique are we talking about?” Steve asks.

“Now, that’s not fair, if you self-deprecate, what’s left for me, babe?”

Steve sighs. "You know, I think I'll just go ahead with that nap." He closes his eyes pointedly and nestles further down into his pillow. And waits.

"You do that, Steve." Danny's voice has gone soft.

There's a snick of a zipper, a rustle of fabric and Steve is curious, very curious. He's pretty sure Danny is taking his clothes off and he can't decide if that really counts as a seduction. Truth is, naked Danny is extremely seductive.

"I think you're cheating," Steve says without opening his eyes.

A low chuckle. "How is this cheating?"

Steve opens one eye and peers at Danny, who is slipping his shirt from his shoulders. His pants and underwear are pooled at his feet. His shirt drops to the floor next and now he's beautifully, gloriously naked, strolling--no, make that swaggering toward the bed.

"Okay, maybe not cheating. But highly presumptuous," Steve says, opening both eyes now because hey, naked Danny. Danny slides to his knees on the bed, reaching out for Steve, curling a hand around his hip.

“Presumptuous?" Danny grins. "That’s a big word.”

“You’d be surprised the size of things I can fit in my mouth.”

Danny wrinkles his nose, his fingers running along Steve’s waistband, under his shirt. Steve can’t help but lean into the touch, unfurling himself and shifting closer until he can also touch Danny, fingers trailing along the outside of Danny’s thigh, golden hairs soft under his fingertips.

“Now that is just charming, Steve.”

“I thought you’d be flattered?”

“You’re a horrible person, and I do not know why I am attracted to you," Danny says. "No, wait, actually, I know. Because you’re hot. But you should probably stop talking, now, and let me do the seducing, because while I might not have had worked on my technique in a while, I’m quite certain it’s still much better than yours.”

Steve opens his mouth to reply, because his technique is just fine, thank you, and Danny needs to be reminded just who kissed who that first time, but Danny reaches over and presses a finger to Steve's lips. "What did I just say?"

Steve scowls and wraps a hand around Danny's wrist, intending to pull it away. Somehow, though, he ends up with Danny holding both his hands over his head, pressing them against the bed and Danny stretched out over him, straddling his waist.

"You're very bossy when it comes to--" Steve starts, but now Danny is kissing him, just a teasing brush of lips over his but it's enough to make him stop talking and try to kiss Danny back.

Danny pulls away, hovering just out of reach before dipping down again to touch his lips to Steve's cheek, his nose, and then his chin.

Steve pulls in a sharp breath. He could easily pull his hands free, but he likes this, Danny teasing and playful. They are rare moments and Steve is more than willing to give up on some of his control for Danny’s sake, even if the bedroom is the only place where he can do it and feel safe about it.

“So, now," Danny says, ducking his head to kiss Steve again. "You were talking about big things in your mouth, and you know, as pleasing as it sounds, I think we should go for something else today.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, rolling his hips under Danny, hoping to entice him into removing his pants, quickly becoming way too tight for his hardening cock. But Danny doesn’t move, looking down at Steve with contained amusement in his eyes. Steve decides playing along might be the quickest way to release.

“What’s that?”

Danny leans down, dragging wet lips along Steve’s neck, up to his jaw and ear. “Wanna fuck you.”

Steve tenses slightly, bumping his nose against Danny’s cheek to make him look up. They have not gone there yet, and Steve hadn't really thought about it until now.

“You do?”

"Oh god yes," Danny breathes. There's a hunger in Danny's eyes that hits Steve low in the gut.

"Okay," Steve says, and maybe he's a little uncertain--bottoming isn't his thing. But for Danny, he'd do it. He'd pretty much do anything for Danny and the realization is a bit unsettling. "Sure."

Danny smiles a bright, brilliant smile, then nudges Steve's cheek with his nose. "Good. Not that riding your cock isn't an experience unto itself, but I figured it was time to change things up."

Steve groans at the thought of it. He loves when Danny rides him, the way Danny loses it so spectacularly. He turns to find Danny's lips and kisses him. This time it's a real kiss, deep and intense, no teasing anymore. Danny pulls his hands back, releasing Steve's wrists, sliding his hands along Steve's arms to his shoulders, then up to cup his face. Steve immediately gets his hands on Danny, onto naked, warm skin, dragging his hands up Danny's sides and down his back and god, Danny's mouth, he could kiss Danny forever.

But he’s also still dressed and it’s not really helping their situation, especially with this new turn of events that is making his stomach clench, with anticipation and a little bit of fear, but enough want in the mix making Steve need to get rid of his clothes sooner than later.

“Danny, Danny, hey -” Steve talks between kisses, feeling a little breathless, and Danny nips at his bottom lip, making a little distracted sound in answer. “Think we can get me out of my clothes? Because, you know, that usually helps with the fucking part.”

Danny pulls away just enough to smirk. “You’re very mouthy today. Man, it’s like I’ve been rubbing off on you.”

“Now you’re just asking for it, right?”

Danny grins, moving off Steve reluctantly. “I admit, it was an easy one. Okay. Strip. Clothes, off. C’mon.”

Steve doesn’t move for a moment, slightly stunned, but Danny seems to want to be in charge today, so Steve finally gives in, chucking his clothes as fast he can, leaving them in a messy pile at the side of the bed, pulling Danny to him when he’s done.

He finds himself pushed flat on the bed again, with Danny climbing over him. "Hmmmm. Yes," Danny murmurs as he nuzzles Steve's neck, hands moving over Steve's chest. "Naked is very helpful."

His fingers brush over Steve's nipple, pausing to play with it and Steve's breath catches in his throat. He rolls his hips and tries to drag Danny closer so he can push his cock against Danny's thigh but Danny ignores him, leaning down instead to run his tongue over Steve's nipple instead.

"Danny," Steve complains, shifting restlessly.

Danny makes a vague answering noise, rubbing his cheek against Steve's chest. It's scratchy, in contrast to Danny's soft lips and Steve arches into his touch.

"Come on," Steve reaches down to find Danny's cock, hard and eager and clearly, ready to go. "I've got stuff in the drawer," he prompts, even though Danny knows damn well where the supplies are.

Raising his head, Danny eyes Steve for a moment, his expression soft with amusement and affection. "I don't believe it. You're nervous about this, aren't you?"

"No," Steve insists. "I'm not."

"Liar," Danny says, and he makes it sound like a term of endearment. "Then why the sudden rush?"

Steve tries to find an easy reply to this, but it doesn’t come, his words stuck in his head and refusing to get together to form sentences. Danny smiles, looking fond and amused, but not mocking.

“We’ll take our time, and do it right, okay? Have you never been on bottom before?”

Steve looks away, not wanting to feel embarrassed yet not managing to keep his cheeks from flushing. “Long time ago.”

“Steve, look at me.” Steve does, and Danny kisses him, a brief press of lips. “Okay. Keep your eyes on me. Focus on me.”

“Easy enough.”

Danny grins, kneeling between Steve’s legs after grabbing condoms and lube. “Yeah, I know, I’m that gorgeous.”

Steve does focus on Danny, though, ignoring the silly feelings of embarrassment and anxiety swirling around in his head, just looking at Danny coating his fingers with lube, the hard jut of his cock, arching towards his stomach, the muscles in his thighs moving as Danny leans forward once again, the determined yet soft look in his eyes as he looks at Steve.

“Not gonna ask you if you’re ready.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Still, Steve tenses when a cold finger pushes inside him, if only for a moment.

Danny raises his eyebrows.

"A little cold," Steve explains.

"It'll warm up. Trust me," Danny grins, then leans down to kiss to Steve's knee. He presses in further and Steve's pretty sure it's just one finger but it feels weird, and way bigger than it should.

Taking a deep breath, Steve tries to relax and get into it. He focuses on Danny and the way Danny is stroking his thigh, slow and easy. And how fucking good Danny looks, naked, kneeling between his legs. Danny is watching him carefully, and Steve feels exposed, as if all his issues are out on display for Danny to see yet there's nothing but affection in Danny's eyes.

"Hey," Danny says. "Stay with me now." He moves his hand and Steve shifts his hips. It's less weird now and he feels himself begin to relax.

"Not going anywhere," Steve says.

Unfortunately, his cock has begun to relax, too, but Danny seems unconcerned. He grins and bends down to kiss Steve's stomach, nosing at Steve's navel and licking the skin below. "This," Danny says. "Your stomach, with the bit of hair here--" he licks a line down. "It makes me a little nuts, you know?"

"My stomach?" Steve says with a huff of laughter.

"What, is that weird?" Danny asks. He's moving his finger again, and as the pressure grows Steve suspects he's slipped a second finger inside.

"Yes--oh, fuck, Danny." Danny's mouth is on his cock.

Danny seems unperturbed by the fact that he’s weird, and he’s got weird kinks, and Steve suddenly couldn’t care less about it, because Danny is sucking his cock back to hardness with determination and hollowed cheeks, his eyes closed and his hair starting to look more messy and less calculated. He looks mindblowing and Steve finds himself moving his hips between Danny’s mouth and his fingers, their intrusive presence now sort of wonderful, filling Steve up in a pretty awesome way.

Danny hums around Steve’s cock and Steve bites the inside of his lip, keeping his eyes on Danny as instructed earlier, and then he feels a third finger following the first two inside him, and Steve cants his hips, taking them deep and fast. Danny flicks his tongue against the tip of Steve’s cock before pulling off, grinning at Steve.

“Now you’re really eager.”

“Hmphf, Danny, will you -- can you --”

“What?" Danny asks. "Say it, Steve. Tell me you want it.”

Steve looks at Danny, at how dark his eyes are, the blue of his pupils turning stormy and full of need. Steve grips Danny’s forearm, slides his hand down to Danny’s wrist and pushes Danny's fingers in even deeper, making the two of them groan.

Steve finds his voice. “Want it, Danny. Want you. Fuck me.”

“Fuck, look at you. Proper little hussy.” Danny sounds breathless, belying the jab. Steve would smile smugly if he could, only right now he can only think about getting Danny inside him, possibly rightfuckingnow.

"Danny, come on," Steve can hear the whine in his voice but he doesn't give a shit.

Danny sits back, gets a hand under one of Steve's knees and pushes. Steve immediately pulls both knees to his chest--hell yeah, he's a hussy, spreading himself like this for Danny. Danny looks at him, then cocks his head so he can see where his hand is, where his fingers are pushing inside of Steve. He frowns a little, biting his lower lip in concentration as he reaches deep inside.

Steve gasps at the sudden, intense sensation. "Fuck, Danny." He closes his eyes, pulling his knees back further and he wants Danny to do it again.

"Oh yeah, that is the plan."

And all that wonderful pressure disappears, leaving Steve feeling unexpectedly bereft. He lets his legs fall back to the bed, watching as Danny rises up to his knees and fumbles with the condom wrapper. "Give me that," Steve says after a moment, sitting up.

"Please do," Danny hands Steve the condom. Steve rips it open quickly pulling the condom out and leaning even closer to roll it out over Danny’s cock, so hard under his fingertips, and Danny hisses, pushing his hips into the touch.

Steve grins.“Don’t come yet.”

“Shut up. Come on.” Danny raises himself up on his knees, a hand circling Steve’s neck as he pulls him into a hard kiss, sloppy and full of need. Steve lies back down on the bed, taking Danny with him and circling Danny’s hips with his legs, not caring for a single second if he looks like he’s desperate for Danny’s cock. He is.

Danny reluctantly pulls away, running his fingers along the inside of Steve’s thighs before he grabs his own cock, shuffling closer and closer until he’s pressed against Steve, their eyes meeting for a second before Danny starts pushing in. Steve clenches his jaw; Danny’s cock is bigger than his fingers and it hurts, but Danny moves slowly, surely, careful, his free hand on Steve’s flagging erection.

Danny stills when he’s fully inside Steve, giving Steve some time, and Steve breathes deeply, looking at Danny’s stomach muscles, reaching out for them and feeling them hard and tense under his fingers. Danny’s just as strung out as Steve feels.

“You can -- move, Danny.”

“Yeah? Because I really want to, but I want to give you some time to get used to the sensation, I know it’s weird. Fuck, you feel good, Steve. So tight.”

There's a note of astonishment in Danny's voice, which is surprisingly sweet. Steve cautiously squeezes and Danny gasps, hips jerking forward. "God, Danny." It feels intense, Danny's cock snug up inside of him, spreading him open.

"You like it?" Danny asks softly. He moves his hips, rocking gently into Steve but he's still tense, his breathing harsh and Steve knows that he's struggling for control.

Steve nods. "Yeah. Fuck yeah."

Danny closes his eyes, so focused. It's a beautiful sight, it truly is. Steve tightens his legs around Danny's waist and curls up to meet Danny's hips, hands on Danny's sweaty shoulders for leverage.

"So fucking limber," Danny murmurs. "The things I want to do to you, Steve, you feel so fucking good, I just want to stay right here, you've got me--oh oh, god, that's good."

Steve loves when Danny starts to ramble, it's hot, almost unbearably so and Steve's not sure what that says about him. "Come on, Danny," he gasps.

He reaches up to kiss Danny, and it almost works. Just as he presses his mouth to Danny's, though, Danny's cock slips free and Danny groans into his mouth. A swift, desperate kiss, and Danny nips at Steve's lower lip. "God damn it."

Steve falls back on the bed. "Danny," he complains, as if it's all somehow Danny's fault. He drops his legs, digging his heels into the mattress as he strokes his fully-hard cock
impatiently. "I thought you knew how to do this."

Danny's face is a perfect combination of indignation, frustration and pure lust as he glares at Steve. “I’ll have you know I know how this works and I am very good at it, now if you’d stop trying to make my life harder, I’d be grateful. But what am I saying? Your goal in life is to make my life harder.”

“Yes, it is," Steve agrees. "I will list them later, can you fuck me now? Please?”

Danny glares at Steve for a second longer before thrusting his cock back inside Steve in one long, hard stroke, making Steve’s back arch and his mind explode. He cries out, drowning the sound of Danny’s groan and, fuck, Danny feels so good Steve could start blabbing himself.

Danny is not wasting time anymore, picking up a hard, almost punishing rhythm, wet sounds of sweaty skin against sweaty skin echoing around their moans and groans, along the creaking of the bed under them. Steve wants to stay right here in this moment for the rest of his life, he really does, but he also wants to come so much he can’t help it when he begs Danny.

“Danny -- Danny please, touch me.” He sounds so wanton, so foreign to his own ears, but he can’t really feel embarrassed about it.

"Okay, okay." Danny's voice is gentler now as he shuffles closer, lifting one of Steve's legs up onto his shoulder.

It allows him to push in deeper and Steve moans, reaching for his own cock instinctively. He's almost there, his entire body on edge, and he needs to come.

Danny pushes his hand aside. "I got it," he insists. "Let me."

Steve pulls his hand back, reaching behind his head to brace himself against the headboard as he slides back from the force of Danny's thrusts. Danny slows now, and when he wraps his hand around Steve's cock and pulls up, Steve gasps, the pleasure intense as he twists his hips, trying to push himself into Danny's hand, and yet wanting to sink down further down onto Danny's cock at the same time. The sensation is almost too much as Danny strokes him, he doesn't know what to do, it feels like all his wires are crossed but Danny, thank god Danny knows what he's doing, working him slow and steady and all at once Steve's coming.

It feels amazing, coming with Danny's cock inside him, keeping him open, even though Steve's clamping down with his muscles, hips jerking and he can't control it at all but Danny's there, keeping it together. When it's all over with, Steve just lies there, panting and dazed and maybe even astonished, his leg sliding off Danny's shoulder and falling to the bed with a thump.

Danny doesn’t let up though, grunting into Steve’s chest, licking at sweat and come, his back bent as he thrusts a few more times before coming himself, pressing a low growl in Steve’s skin, marking him all the way inside. Danny goes limp on top of Steve for a long time, breathing heavily as Steve rubs his back.

“Well.”

Danny huffs out a laugh at Steve’s word, nodding, stubble scratching Steve’s chest. He moves just enough to slip out of Steve and get rid of the condom in slow, economic moves.

“Did I seduce you well enough?”Danny asks, reaching over to toss the condom in the trashcan.

Steve wrinkles his forehead thoughtfully. "I'd say your technique needs work."

Danny stares down at him in disbelief and amusement. He looks wasted--his hair a mess, sticking to his forehead, his eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy. Glancing down at Steve's come-streaked stomach, Danny runs a finger through it, then grins. "Really, now?"

"No," Steve says, and he's grinning too, now. "That was great. Come here."

He tugs Danny up for a kiss, rolls Danny onto his back and kisses him again, a sweet, lazy kiss, taking his time, making sure that Danny is thoroughly kissed.

"You loved it," Danny says. He's looking smug now, but Steve just nods because yeah, he did, much to his surprise. He's a bit sore, and he's pretty sure he's still going to feel it tomorrow. Not that he minds.

"Sometimes," Steve says, nosing Danny's cheek, then licking the sweat from his temple, "you have good ideas."

"I have another good idea." Danny closes his eyes and breathes in deep. "Nap time. You wore me out, babe."

"Hell yeah." It's a damn good idea, and Steve drops his head on Danny's shoulders, pressing himself against Danny's side, too tired to care that they're still a mess. With an arm draped over Danny's chest, he's asleep in minutes.

And if you haven't and want to, do read the other fic I posted today ;D.

i write with awesome people, h50, steve/danno

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