Let Loose - along with thegrrrl2002 - NC-17
So thegrrrl2002 and I ended up writing even more porn yesterday! I groaned that I had smut on the brain but didn't know what to write, and then this happened.
As a follow-up to One Drop That's Me And All The Rest Is You, we wrote them being filthy after that first round in the outdoor shower. Because Danny wanted to see what Steve's got, and Steve is all too willing to show him.
All the hearts and love to thegrrrl2002 who is a perfect porn-writing partner =D. ::smishes::
There's an underlying tension as they eat, that grows and grows, a current buzzing over their skin and sparks when their fingers brush over the pepper mill. Steve tries not to make too much of it but he can't help the images his always helpful brain feeds him, Danny under the shower looking blissed out, Danny's cock in his fingers, Danny coming, with his lips parted and his eyes tightly closed. And now, Steve watches him across the kitchen table and he can't not see it. He needs more, he needs so much more and maybe then he'll get to function like a normal human being again.
"And that's why I will never book a suspect while they're totally stoned without backup," Danny says as he rises from the table and hands his plate off to Steve. "But you haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?"
Steve sucks in a breath and is about to protest that yes, of course he was listening, but Danny's smiling at him and looking rather pleased with himself so Steve simply shrugs. "I heard some of it."
"Yeah?" Danny approaches and he's dressed only in a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts and Steve knows there's nothing on underneath those shorts and it's impossible to hear anything over that, really.
“Yeah.”
Danny takes another step towards Steve, raising an eyebrow. “What have you heard, then?”
Steve dry-swallows, feeling too much under a spell to be able to think clearly. Danny’s smile is not helping, either, because he just knows that Steve was definitely not listening to whatever procedural tale Danny was telling him. Steve decides to just take the plunge. He can’t really make things worse by saying what exactly is on his mind, anyway.
“I may have heard some things about you getting naked again.”
Danny nods, his expression thoughtful. "Funny thing--you just might be right about that." With one smooth motion, Danny strips his t-shirt off over his head.
And just like that, all the air goes out of the room, and Steve has to struggle just to breathe.
Danny continues undressing, slipping his shorts off, pushing them past his hips and onto the floor, stepping out of them with surprising grace. And now he's naked, completely naked, standing in front of Steve, arms slightly spread, chest puffed out in his usual vaguely belligerent stance.
Steve drops the plate in his hand and it clatters onto the floor. He doesn't even check to see if it's broken, he can't take his eyes off of Danny and all of Danny's gloriously naked skin.
"You," Danny says, pointing a finger at Steve, "are absolutely adorable when you're horny."
Steve wants to protest at that, because adorable is not a word he associates with himself, ever, but Danny is naked in front of him, so really, really Danny could call him anything under the sun and Steve wouldn’t care for a single second. He advances towards Danny, reaching out and running his fingers over Danny’s chest, feeling soft hairs that he thought would be coarse, burning golden in the afternoon sun.
“Didn’t your plan involve my bed?”
“Mmhmm.”
Steve nods, his eyes moving all over Danny for a while longer before he gently forces him to turn, leading him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Steve plasters himself against Danny’s back, moving with him, his hand roaming over Danny’s torso, the other one clutching his hip.
“You’re not making this easy, attaching yourself limpet-like to my back,” Danny complains as he stumbles over a step.
Steve responds by pulling Danny closer and gently sinking his teeth into Danny’s shoulder.
“Although, I--” Danny breathes, leaning back against Steve. “There is a certain appeal to this.”
Steve slides a hand down Danny’s stomach and into Danny’s thick brush of pubic hair as he mouths Danny’s neck. Danny leans his head back onto Steve’s shoulder with a soft sigh and Steve nuzzles up to kiss Danny’s cheek. Danny’s naked ass is pressed against his cock and Steve is ready to bend Danny over right there and push inside of him.
“You do have a bedroom, right?” Danny is asking. “Or are you going to make me come right here on the stairs?”
“This idea too has a certain appeal.”
Danny whines plaintively, his fingers curling tightly around Steve’s wrist as he tries to move forward.
“Fine, bedroom. Not ruling out the stairs later on, though.” Steve noses along the shell of Danny’s ear as he talks but doesn’t restrain him anymore, moving up the stairs slowly but surely, Danny’s ass grinding against him.
It takes much longer than Steve would like it to get to the bedroom but when they finally make it there, Steve is quick to push Danny on the bed, getting rid of his own clothes in practiced speed, giving himself a moment to just run his eyes over Danny’s back and ass, which looks absolutely amazing in those tight slacks he wears all the time to work, but even better right now, firm and paler than the rest of him. He gets both hands on Danny’s ass, but Danny turns around to face him and his hands slip away.
“Come here,” Danny murmurs, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders. “Come here, you.”
He pulls Steve in and kisses him, kisses him until he’s breathless and dizzy with it. “You didn’t even hesitate,” Danny says.
“I didn’t--what?” Steve climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of Danny, who pulls him flush against his chest.
“I invite you to shower with me and you don’t even hesitate, you jump right in.” There’s a note of wonder in Danny’s voice.
“You were wet,” Steve says, as if that should explain everything.
“I was wet,” Danny repeats with a smile. “Oh, I see.” He nuzzles Steve’s neck, then kisses him again. “I had no idea that was all it took.”
He’s being a smart ass now, and Steve has to push him down onto the bed, laying Danny flat on his back, wrists pinned on either side of his head. Danny just goes with it, moaning as he raises his hips and rubs his cock against Steve’s thigh. Steve lets out a curse, a deep breath that turns into a word, almost choking on it, rolling his hips down, moving along with Danny.
It’s not exactly how he wants him, though, and if the plan involves Steve taking charge, he’s definitely getting Danny exactly how he’s dreamed of having him - so often, when the nights are hot and the wind doesn’t pick up enough, and he’s sweating in bed, unable to sleep and imagining Danny riding his cock, or Danny on his hands and knees, loud and enthusiastic about it. He wants Danny like this right now, wants him pliant and moaning and fucking himself on Steve’s cock.
“And you’re not hesitating now, are you?” Danny runs the back of his fingers along Steve’s cheek, caressing down his jaw and stopping against his pulse point for a moment.
“Well it seems pointless to, no? You know I’m not really the kind to hesitate anyway.”
“Tell me what you want,” Danny says.
Steve drops his head and kisses Danny’s chest, then leans over to scrape his teeth against Danny’s nipple. Danny gasps, hand going to Steve’s head, holding him in place. “Do that again.”
Steve obliges, sucking on Danny’s nipple and Danny squirms beneath him with a shuddering moan. “That’s what I want,” Steve says. “You sounding like that.”
A huff of choked laughter and Danny squirms again. “That won’t be much of a challenge.”
Steve pulls back, hands running down the length of Danny’s body. “Turn over.”
Danny turns over without a word, and that, right there, is a one hell of a rush. As Danny pulls his legs up Steve catches him by the hips and tugs him back, so that Danny’s ass is resting against his thighs, his cock snug between Danny’s cheeks.
“Okay, I get it.” Danny’s voice has gone breathless. “You want to fuck?”
Hearing those words from Danny is like a punch in the gut. “Yeah,” Steve grinds out. “I want to fuck. You all right with that?”
He has no idea how much experience Danny has, if he’s ever done this before. If it’s something he wants--laying down and taking it doesn’t seem like Danny’s thing, but Steve thinks that maybe he can make it Danny’s thing.
He doesn’t want to ask, it reminds him too much of late late nights in close quarters, secrets words and whispers that were forbidden, not asked about not told, ever. He doesn’t want this with Danny, doesn’t want to associate these memories with him. And Danny looks so confident, sounds so confident, it makes Steve feel like he can try anything, and Danny will be on board along with him, right there by his side, like he always is.
“Steve,” Danny grounds out, pushing his ass into Steve’s groin, rolling his hips, looking so wanton and debauched Steve can barely hold himself together. “Get on with it.”
Despite being the one about to do the fucking, Steve doesn’t really feel that much in charge, Danny moving and pulling Steve along, making Steve feel slightly light-headed, dizzy with need. He’s got lube and condoms in the nightstand, keeps them around just in case of hard nights alone, or Cath around. He’s never been this pleased to be a fucking Boy Scout than he is right now. He grits his teeth when he reaches over to grab what they need, his cock pushing and moving between Danny’s ass cheeks, teasing the both of them, twin moans ringing out in the room.
Danny drops down onto his elbows, head bowed in anticipation and it makes Steve a little crazy, to see Danny like that. He drops the lube and condoms on the bed and runs his hands along Danny’s back, feeling the powerful muscles flex under his skin. Danny’s built, he’s got an impressive amount of solid muscle mass. Steve slides his hand over Danny’s ribs, down onto his surprisingly narrow hips and then pushes Danny up onto his knees. Danny’s ragged breath quickens as Steve presses a kiss to the small of his back, then another kiss, further down.
“Oh jesus,” Danny breathes. “Yes, please--”
Steve cups Danny’s ass, a hand on either cheek, and slides his thumbs down between, spreading the cheeks. His heart beats rapidly as he presses tongue against warm, delicate skin and licks.
Danny groans and pushes back against him.
Steve licks again, tongue sliding over Danny’s hole, wetting his skin enough to slip a thumb inside and Danny slides his knees apart, spreading himself for Steve and jesus, Steve could come right there, just from that, from Danny giving himself over so freely. Steve’s hard, his cock a heavy, needy weight between his legs as he presses his face in, licking and mouthing until Danny is whimpering helplessly, making the most fucking beautiful noises Steve has ever heard, until Steve feels like he’s losing his mind, until Steve has to pull back and just breathe for a moment before fumbling for the condom he’s dropped on the sheets.
Even though Steve is not touching Danny anymore, Danny’s still moaning, rocking back and forth, and Steve’s breath is knocked clean out of his lungs once again when he’s realizes that Danny’s rutting against the sheets.
“Fuck, Danny -” Danny lets out a broken sound, sounding so wrecked it makes Steve shiver, and he reaches out, running fingers along the back of Danny’s thigh. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Yeah - well. Christ.”
Steve nods at that, not having words to challenge Danny’s. He spreads lube over his fingers and then presses one inside Danny’s ass, listening to the shuddering breath Danny lets out. Steve leans down over Danny’s back, licking a stripe up between his shoulder blades, moving along to the back of his neck, and Danny turns his head, their lips meeting in an almost violent kiss just as Steve pushes a second finger along with the first, going as deep as he can and swallowing Danny’s moan.
“Go on,” Danny says against Steve’s lips. “Do it. I’m dying here.”
“Yeah,” Steve nods. He knows exactly how Danny feels. “Up,” he says, tugging on Danny’s shoulder.
Danny immediately rises to his hands and knees and Steve’s fingers sink in deeper. “Oh, fuck,” Danny groans, hanging his head.
Steve finds that by twisting his fingers, he can make Danny’s entire body shudder, and he thinks that maybe next time he’s just going to finger Danny, finger him for hours just to see what happens. To see how crazy Danny might get. But not right now.
He eases his fingers free and shuffles backwards on the bed, settling in between Danny’s legs. It takes him a moment to unwrap the condom and roll it on, fingers clumsy because he can’t stop staring at Danny’s ass, at the flush of red skin, presumably from Steve’s whiskered cheeks rubbing against the skin and it’s obscene and kind of thrilling and finally he’s ready and lubed and Danny is shifting back, getting his knees on either side of Steve’s, hands fisted in the sheets in anticipation.
With a hand to Danny’s hip, Steve lines himself up, cock nudging at Danny’s hole and fuck, it’s so easy, he slides right on in, Danny loose and relaxed and ready for him. It occurs to Steve that this might be the only thing about Danny’s that’s easy and he has to choke back laughter bubbling up inside of him but good god, he should have fucked Danny from the very start, from the very first moment they met.
And then Danny is pushing back against him, his body warm and tight around Steve’s cock and Danny’s groaning, low and rough, his head hanging down, his back sheened with sweat. He’s curving and arching with every one of Steve’s small, measured thrusts -- Steve’s trying to keep control over him, feel Danny all around him before he fucks him into the mattress, something he doesn’t doubt for a single second he’ll end up doing, because Danny is driving him insane and Steve will not resist the pull.
It’s already coiling at the small of his back, around his spine, a snake of pleasure and delirium moving higher and higher Steve’s body, getting ready to pounce. He’s starting to thrust a little bit faster now, harder, and Danny groans, another obscene sound coming out of his mouth as he pushes himself up, leaning back against Steve’s chest, tilting his head onto Steve’s shoulder. The angle of Steve’s cock inside Danny changes completely, deeper than it ever was and Danny shudders against Steve, reaches back to take hold of his hand, their fingers entwining for an instant.
Steve bites along Danny’s exposed throat, thrusting up into him and feeling his thighs tremble with the effort of not just going for it and pounding into Danny, sweat under his tongue and he wishes they had a mirror in front of them right now, he wishes they could look at themselves, depraved and filthy. He licks at Danny’s jaw before pushing him back to his hands and knees, and he loses it there, gives up on trying to make this last much longer.
He gets a firm grip on Danny’s hips and Danny clenches his muscles around Steve’s cock, as if he knows, as if it’s a challenge. Steve groans, snapping his hips into action, pushing against tight muscles and Danny pushes back at him, just like he always does and Steve gets lost in, fucking Danny hard and fast to the sound of Danny’s breathless encouragement and skin slapping against skin. At some point Danny curses loudly and reaches between his legs, jerking himself off, muscles straining as he tries to hold himself upright. It’s fucking fantastic when Danny comes, Steve can feel the orgasm rolling through Danny’s body, rippling over his cock as he thrusts and in one final rush he’s there, shoving hard against Danny, wrapping an arm around Danny’s waist and pulling him in tight against his hips as the pleasure rocks him hard, takes his breath away, makes him feel like he’s breaking into pieces.
When he comes back to himself, Danny is slumped down on one elbow. He’s breathing slowly, steadily, his heartbeat fast and a little crazy under Steve’s fingertips when he slides his hand up Danny’s chest, moving around until he’s resting on his back next to Danny. He takes care of the condom and when he looks back, Danny is observing him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Okay?” Steve feels like he has to ask, because Danny’s ass is still in the air and he’s still trying to control his breathing, and his muscles are still visibly trembling every few seconds.
“Okay? Is that what you’re asking right now, okay?” Danny crumbles, laying down on the bed as he chuckles, soon enough laughing loudly. “Yes, Steven, yes, okay. Okay, that’s for sure. How ‘bout you? You okay?”
Steve nods and begins to grin at Danny’s incredulous tone. Soon he’s laughing too, because he’s feeling kind of woozy, and because yeah, it was a dumb question.
“I just came so hard I forgot my own name,” Danny continues, rolling over so that he’s laying half on top of Steve, his body warm and sweaty and heavy. “I would call that ‘okay’. I might even call it amazing.”
“Good.” Steve gets his hands into Danny’s hair, disarraying it even further as he pulls Danny into a kiss. It’s a messy kiss, a little more lax and a lot less pushy than Danny’s earlier kisses but just as enthusiastic.
“Oh god,” Danny says weakly as he slides his lips over Steve’s chin. “I’m going to need a nap.” He buries his face in Steve’s neck, one arm draped across Steve’s chest.
“Go right ahead,” Steve tells him, rubbing Danny’s back. He’s grinning again. Danny’s not going anywhere.
As a follow-up to One Drop That's Me And All The Rest Is You, we wrote them being filthy after that first round in the outdoor shower. Because Danny wanted to see what Steve's got, and Steve is all too willing to show him.
All the hearts and love to thegrrrl2002 who is a perfect porn-writing partner =D. ::smishes::
There's an underlying tension as they eat, that grows and grows, a current buzzing over their skin and sparks when their fingers brush over the pepper mill. Steve tries not to make too much of it but he can't help the images his always helpful brain feeds him, Danny under the shower looking blissed out, Danny's cock in his fingers, Danny coming, with his lips parted and his eyes tightly closed. And now, Steve watches him across the kitchen table and he can't not see it. He needs more, he needs so much more and maybe then he'll get to function like a normal human being again.
"And that's why I will never book a suspect while they're totally stoned without backup," Danny says as he rises from the table and hands his plate off to Steve. "But you haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?"
Steve sucks in a breath and is about to protest that yes, of course he was listening, but Danny's smiling at him and looking rather pleased with himself so Steve simply shrugs. "I heard some of it."
"Yeah?" Danny approaches and he's dressed only in a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts and Steve knows there's nothing on underneath those shorts and it's impossible to hear anything over that, really.
“Yeah.”
Danny takes another step towards Steve, raising an eyebrow. “What have you heard, then?”
Steve dry-swallows, feeling too much under a spell to be able to think clearly. Danny’s smile is not helping, either, because he just knows that Steve was definitely not listening to whatever procedural tale Danny was telling him. Steve decides to just take the plunge. He can’t really make things worse by saying what exactly is on his mind, anyway.
“I may have heard some things about you getting naked again.”
Danny nods, his expression thoughtful. "Funny thing--you just might be right about that." With one smooth motion, Danny strips his t-shirt off over his head.
And just like that, all the air goes out of the room, and Steve has to struggle just to breathe.
Danny continues undressing, slipping his shorts off, pushing them past his hips and onto the floor, stepping out of them with surprising grace. And now he's naked, completely naked, standing in front of Steve, arms slightly spread, chest puffed out in his usual vaguely belligerent stance.
Steve drops the plate in his hand and it clatters onto the floor. He doesn't even check to see if it's broken, he can't take his eyes off of Danny and all of Danny's gloriously naked skin.
"You," Danny says, pointing a finger at Steve, "are absolutely adorable when you're horny."
Steve wants to protest at that, because adorable is not a word he associates with himself, ever, but Danny is naked in front of him, so really, really Danny could call him anything under the sun and Steve wouldn’t care for a single second. He advances towards Danny, reaching out and running his fingers over Danny’s chest, feeling soft hairs that he thought would be coarse, burning golden in the afternoon sun.
“Didn’t your plan involve my bed?”
“Mmhmm.”
Steve nods, his eyes moving all over Danny for a while longer before he gently forces him to turn, leading him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Steve plasters himself against Danny’s back, moving with him, his hand roaming over Danny’s torso, the other one clutching his hip.
“You’re not making this easy, attaching yourself limpet-like to my back,” Danny complains as he stumbles over a step.
Steve responds by pulling Danny closer and gently sinking his teeth into Danny’s shoulder.
“Although, I--” Danny breathes, leaning back against Steve. “There is a certain appeal to this.”
Steve slides a hand down Danny’s stomach and into Danny’s thick brush of pubic hair as he mouths Danny’s neck. Danny leans his head back onto Steve’s shoulder with a soft sigh and Steve nuzzles up to kiss Danny’s cheek. Danny’s naked ass is pressed against his cock and Steve is ready to bend Danny over right there and push inside of him.
“You do have a bedroom, right?” Danny is asking. “Or are you going to make me come right here on the stairs?”
“This idea too has a certain appeal.”
Danny whines plaintively, his fingers curling tightly around Steve’s wrist as he tries to move forward.
“Fine, bedroom. Not ruling out the stairs later on, though.” Steve noses along the shell of Danny’s ear as he talks but doesn’t restrain him anymore, moving up the stairs slowly but surely, Danny’s ass grinding against him.
It takes much longer than Steve would like it to get to the bedroom but when they finally make it there, Steve is quick to push Danny on the bed, getting rid of his own clothes in practiced speed, giving himself a moment to just run his eyes over Danny’s back and ass, which looks absolutely amazing in those tight slacks he wears all the time to work, but even better right now, firm and paler than the rest of him. He gets both hands on Danny’s ass, but Danny turns around to face him and his hands slip away.
“Come here,” Danny murmurs, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders. “Come here, you.”
He pulls Steve in and kisses him, kisses him until he’s breathless and dizzy with it. “You didn’t even hesitate,” Danny says.
“I didn’t--what?” Steve climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of Danny, who pulls him flush against his chest.
“I invite you to shower with me and you don’t even hesitate, you jump right in.” There’s a note of wonder in Danny’s voice.
“You were wet,” Steve says, as if that should explain everything.
“I was wet,” Danny repeats with a smile. “Oh, I see.” He nuzzles Steve’s neck, then kisses him again. “I had no idea that was all it took.”
He’s being a smart ass now, and Steve has to push him down onto the bed, laying Danny flat on his back, wrists pinned on either side of his head. Danny just goes with it, moaning as he raises his hips and rubs his cock against Steve’s thigh. Steve lets out a curse, a deep breath that turns into a word, almost choking on it, rolling his hips down, moving along with Danny.
It’s not exactly how he wants him, though, and if the plan involves Steve taking charge, he’s definitely getting Danny exactly how he’s dreamed of having him - so often, when the nights are hot and the wind doesn’t pick up enough, and he’s sweating in bed, unable to sleep and imagining Danny riding his cock, or Danny on his hands and knees, loud and enthusiastic about it. He wants Danny like this right now, wants him pliant and moaning and fucking himself on Steve’s cock.
“And you’re not hesitating now, are you?” Danny runs the back of his fingers along Steve’s cheek, caressing down his jaw and stopping against his pulse point for a moment.
“Well it seems pointless to, no? You know I’m not really the kind to hesitate anyway.”
“Tell me what you want,” Danny says.
Steve drops his head and kisses Danny’s chest, then leans over to scrape his teeth against Danny’s nipple. Danny gasps, hand going to Steve’s head, holding him in place. “Do that again.”
Steve obliges, sucking on Danny’s nipple and Danny squirms beneath him with a shuddering moan. “That’s what I want,” Steve says. “You sounding like that.”
A huff of choked laughter and Danny squirms again. “That won’t be much of a challenge.”
Steve pulls back, hands running down the length of Danny’s body. “Turn over.”
Danny turns over without a word, and that, right there, is a one hell of a rush. As Danny pulls his legs up Steve catches him by the hips and tugs him back, so that Danny’s ass is resting against his thighs, his cock snug between Danny’s cheeks.
“Okay, I get it.” Danny’s voice has gone breathless. “You want to fuck?”
Hearing those words from Danny is like a punch in the gut. “Yeah,” Steve grinds out. “I want to fuck. You all right with that?”
He has no idea how much experience Danny has, if he’s ever done this before. If it’s something he wants--laying down and taking it doesn’t seem like Danny’s thing, but Steve thinks that maybe he can make it Danny’s thing.
He doesn’t want to ask, it reminds him too much of late late nights in close quarters, secrets words and whispers that were forbidden, not asked about not told, ever. He doesn’t want this with Danny, doesn’t want to associate these memories with him. And Danny looks so confident, sounds so confident, it makes Steve feel like he can try anything, and Danny will be on board along with him, right there by his side, like he always is.
“Steve,” Danny grounds out, pushing his ass into Steve’s groin, rolling his hips, looking so wanton and debauched Steve can barely hold himself together. “Get on with it.”
Despite being the one about to do the fucking, Steve doesn’t really feel that much in charge, Danny moving and pulling Steve along, making Steve feel slightly light-headed, dizzy with need. He’s got lube and condoms in the nightstand, keeps them around just in case of hard nights alone, or Cath around. He’s never been this pleased to be a fucking Boy Scout than he is right now. He grits his teeth when he reaches over to grab what they need, his cock pushing and moving between Danny’s ass cheeks, teasing the both of them, twin moans ringing out in the room.
Danny drops down onto his elbows, head bowed in anticipation and it makes Steve a little crazy, to see Danny like that. He drops the lube and condoms on the bed and runs his hands along Danny’s back, feeling the powerful muscles flex under his skin. Danny’s built, he’s got an impressive amount of solid muscle mass. Steve slides his hand over Danny’s ribs, down onto his surprisingly narrow hips and then pushes Danny up onto his knees. Danny’s ragged breath quickens as Steve presses a kiss to the small of his back, then another kiss, further down.
“Oh jesus,” Danny breathes. “Yes, please--”
Steve cups Danny’s ass, a hand on either cheek, and slides his thumbs down between, spreading the cheeks. His heart beats rapidly as he presses tongue against warm, delicate skin and licks.
Danny groans and pushes back against him.
Steve licks again, tongue sliding over Danny’s hole, wetting his skin enough to slip a thumb inside and Danny slides his knees apart, spreading himself for Steve and jesus, Steve could come right there, just from that, from Danny giving himself over so freely. Steve’s hard, his cock a heavy, needy weight between his legs as he presses his face in, licking and mouthing until Danny is whimpering helplessly, making the most fucking beautiful noises Steve has ever heard, until Steve feels like he’s losing his mind, until Steve has to pull back and just breathe for a moment before fumbling for the condom he’s dropped on the sheets.
Even though Steve is not touching Danny anymore, Danny’s still moaning, rocking back and forth, and Steve’s breath is knocked clean out of his lungs once again when he’s realizes that Danny’s rutting against the sheets.
“Fuck, Danny -” Danny lets out a broken sound, sounding so wrecked it makes Steve shiver, and he reaches out, running fingers along the back of Danny’s thigh. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Yeah - well. Christ.”
Steve nods at that, not having words to challenge Danny’s. He spreads lube over his fingers and then presses one inside Danny’s ass, listening to the shuddering breath Danny lets out. Steve leans down over Danny’s back, licking a stripe up between his shoulder blades, moving along to the back of his neck, and Danny turns his head, their lips meeting in an almost violent kiss just as Steve pushes a second finger along with the first, going as deep as he can and swallowing Danny’s moan.
“Go on,” Danny says against Steve’s lips. “Do it. I’m dying here.”
“Yeah,” Steve nods. He knows exactly how Danny feels. “Up,” he says, tugging on Danny’s shoulder.
Danny immediately rises to his hands and knees and Steve’s fingers sink in deeper. “Oh, fuck,” Danny groans, hanging his head.
Steve finds that by twisting his fingers, he can make Danny’s entire body shudder, and he thinks that maybe next time he’s just going to finger Danny, finger him for hours just to see what happens. To see how crazy Danny might get. But not right now.
He eases his fingers free and shuffles backwards on the bed, settling in between Danny’s legs. It takes him a moment to unwrap the condom and roll it on, fingers clumsy because he can’t stop staring at Danny’s ass, at the flush of red skin, presumably from Steve’s whiskered cheeks rubbing against the skin and it’s obscene and kind of thrilling and finally he’s ready and lubed and Danny is shifting back, getting his knees on either side of Steve’s, hands fisted in the sheets in anticipation.
With a hand to Danny’s hip, Steve lines himself up, cock nudging at Danny’s hole and fuck, it’s so easy, he slides right on in, Danny loose and relaxed and ready for him. It occurs to Steve that this might be the only thing about Danny’s that’s easy and he has to choke back laughter bubbling up inside of him but good god, he should have fucked Danny from the very start, from the very first moment they met.
And then Danny is pushing back against him, his body warm and tight around Steve’s cock and Danny’s groaning, low and rough, his head hanging down, his back sheened with sweat. He’s curving and arching with every one of Steve’s small, measured thrusts -- Steve’s trying to keep control over him, feel Danny all around him before he fucks him into the mattress, something he doesn’t doubt for a single second he’ll end up doing, because Danny is driving him insane and Steve will not resist the pull.
It’s already coiling at the small of his back, around his spine, a snake of pleasure and delirium moving higher and higher Steve’s body, getting ready to pounce. He’s starting to thrust a little bit faster now, harder, and Danny groans, another obscene sound coming out of his mouth as he pushes himself up, leaning back against Steve’s chest, tilting his head onto Steve’s shoulder. The angle of Steve’s cock inside Danny changes completely, deeper than it ever was and Danny shudders against Steve, reaches back to take hold of his hand, their fingers entwining for an instant.
Steve bites along Danny’s exposed throat, thrusting up into him and feeling his thighs tremble with the effort of not just going for it and pounding into Danny, sweat under his tongue and he wishes they had a mirror in front of them right now, he wishes they could look at themselves, depraved and filthy. He licks at Danny’s jaw before pushing him back to his hands and knees, and he loses it there, gives up on trying to make this last much longer.
He gets a firm grip on Danny’s hips and Danny clenches his muscles around Steve’s cock, as if he knows, as if it’s a challenge. Steve groans, snapping his hips into action, pushing against tight muscles and Danny pushes back at him, just like he always does and Steve gets lost in, fucking Danny hard and fast to the sound of Danny’s breathless encouragement and skin slapping against skin. At some point Danny curses loudly and reaches between his legs, jerking himself off, muscles straining as he tries to hold himself upright. It’s fucking fantastic when Danny comes, Steve can feel the orgasm rolling through Danny’s body, rippling over his cock as he thrusts and in one final rush he’s there, shoving hard against Danny, wrapping an arm around Danny’s waist and pulling him in tight against his hips as the pleasure rocks him hard, takes his breath away, makes him feel like he’s breaking into pieces.
When he comes back to himself, Danny is slumped down on one elbow. He’s breathing slowly, steadily, his heartbeat fast and a little crazy under Steve’s fingertips when he slides his hand up Danny’s chest, moving around until he’s resting on his back next to Danny. He takes care of the condom and when he looks back, Danny is observing him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Okay?” Steve feels like he has to ask, because Danny’s ass is still in the air and he’s still trying to control his breathing, and his muscles are still visibly trembling every few seconds.
“Okay? Is that what you’re asking right now, okay?” Danny crumbles, laying down on the bed as he chuckles, soon enough laughing loudly. “Yes, Steven, yes, okay. Okay, that’s for sure. How ‘bout you? You okay?”
Steve nods and begins to grin at Danny’s incredulous tone. Soon he’s laughing too, because he’s feeling kind of woozy, and because yeah, it was a dumb question.
“I just came so hard I forgot my own name,” Danny continues, rolling over so that he’s laying half on top of Steve, his body warm and sweaty and heavy. “I would call that ‘okay’. I might even call it amazing.”
“Good.” Steve gets his hands into Danny’s hair, disarraying it even further as he pulls Danny into a kiss. It’s a messy kiss, a little more lax and a lot less pushy than Danny’s earlier kisses but just as enthusiastic.
“Oh god,” Danny says weakly as he slides his lips over Steve’s chin. “I’m going to need a nap.” He buries his face in Steve’s neck, one arm draped across Steve’s chest.
“Go right ahead,” Steve tells him, rubbing Danny’s back. He’s grinning again. Danny’s not going anywhere.