Fur
Steve lays quiet fingertips on Danny's arm to catch his attention and then silently signals a plan of action with a few efficient hand motions.
Hours later, with perps behind bars and paperwork filed, those same fingertips still tingle with the remembered feel of that feathery forest on Danny's forearms. Brushing his hand softly over his nose and lips, Steve hopes for a lingering hint of Danny's presence - a scent, a taste to complement that subtle, sensuous memory, the feel of electric velvet over the solidity of Danny's firm muscled flesh.
The thought of that velvet over steel - an acre of Danny sliding sleek and strong against him sets a hum in the back of Steve's throat. Add it to the list of what he'd like to discover about Danny - all the surfaces covered with that velvet carpet mapped out by Steve's fingertips...