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Hawaii 5-0 Kink Meme Round 1
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“Nah,” Steve’s smile got wider, “I’m thinking we might need your mouth for other things. Let’s try this instead--“
And he bent over Danny, smoothed the thick, silky fabric over his eyes, and reached around his head to deftly knot the ends in place.
Danny let out a shaky breath. It was startling to go from the bright colors of the day to the red-tinged black behind his eyelids-to feel, rather than see Steve’s hands on his zipper, under his hips, lifting to pull down both pants and briefs. But he didn’t protest-the weird slide into darkness, the relinquishing of control, was almost welcome, an escape from the fury of responsibility that had gripped him earlier.
And it wasn’t as if the situation was entirely unfamiliar. There had been a few times with men before he married Rachel, and one gloriously misguided bar-hook-up-turned-dirty-weekend in the dark days right after the divorce. But it had never been enough to leaving him longing for more, much less wanting to build an identity on.
But this was gonna be different, he could tell that right now. And not just because it was someone he knew--shit, someone he pretty much spent twenty hours a day, seven days a week with. No-Danny knew it was gonna be different, was gonna be trouble, because of the way his body was responding: anticipating Steve’s moves, following his lead of its own accord.
And it was that realization, that terrifying realization, as much as the killer thing Steve’s fingers were doing to his dick, that had Danny harder than he’d been in ages.
Something nudged at his lips. Steve’s fingers, Danny realized as he took them in, ran his tongue over their tensile length, their calloused ends, the rough hollows between them. He sucked a little, experimentally, and was rewarded with an audible gasp from the other man.
Then they were gone; and those same fingers, slick with spit, were nudging at a different opening altogether. And turned on as he was, it was hard not to feel vulnerable, exposed, knowing that Steve was looking at him, spread open like that, while he was caught in the dark.
It must’ve shown on his face, because Steve smoothed a hand over Danny’s stomach and murmured, “easy now, Brah, relax, let me make it good for you-“
And--would wonders never cease?--it turned out Steve was as careful and precise about this as he was reckless about firefights-knew his way around, too, if Danny had to guess. Steve worked one finger past the tight ring of muscle, then two, found the exact spot that had Danny rolling his hips desperately, aching for more.
One, two, three devastating strokes against his prostrate and the fingers were gone, Danny involuntarily whimpering a bit as they withdrew. He heard the tear of a package, the unmistakable latex slide of a condom, let himself be manhandled a bit more, and felt the press of Steve’s dick against his hole.
And Danny couldn’t help it; he pushed back against it as best he could, canting his hips even farther up and moaning a little with the urgency of his need.
Steve was clearly either a master of mechanical engineering or had done this kind of thing once or twice before, because somehow he got them both balanced on the narrow back seat of the sedan, Danny’s legs hooked over his shoulders.
And Danny knew there was no way he was young enough or flexible enough to do this kind of thing-had probably never been young enough or flexible enough, to be honest-and his bad knee was going to be screaming at him by nightfall, but fuck if any of that seemed to matter at all.
All the mattered was the overwhelming feeling of Steve filling him. The slick slide of his shoulders against the seat as Steve set a rhythm. The tang of sweat in the enclosed air. The slap of skin-on-skin as Steve got himself in balls deep.
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But it was just as well he was, because even the mental image was too much. Danny reached up to touch himself, but Steve batted him away, closed his own fingers around Danny’s cock instead, jacking him tight and hard.
That was it. A few strokes and Danny was over the edge, coming so hard it was almost painful. And before he’d even surfaced from that Steve was following him, hips stuttering and jerking, a ragged groan passing his lips before he collapsed onto Danny, nearly overbalancing them both.
Danny lay panting in the aftermath, too blissed out and boneless to be more than dimly aware that the back seat was nowhere near big enough for two grown men, especially when one of them was a hulked out ex-Navy SEAL. He felt Steve pull out, heard the snap of the condom coming off, but didn’t pay much attention.
When he finally found the strength to pull the makeshift blindfold off his eyes, Steve was watching him, a huge, open grin on his face, like a naked and fucked out Danny Williams was the best thing he’d ever seen.
“Zip up, Danno,” he said, slapping him lightly on the chest, “We don’t want to push our luck with the Highway Patrol.
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A few ineffectual stabs at cleaning up, and they were on their way again, Danny wincing a little as he tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat, and Steve smirking at him smugly.
Truth be told, aches and pains aside, Danny couldn’t bring himself to be unhappy about what had happened. Because if he’d ever had the guts to look at the thing full on, he would have known from day one that sex with Steve McGarrett had been as certain as death and taxes. And for an inevitable thing, it had felt pretty damn good.
For the sake of appearances, though, he decided he needed to bitch about it-just a little.
“Seriously, man, the side of the road? What were you, raised by wolves? You buy a guy dinner first. At least a beer or something. You’d given me some warning I woulda gussied up some-washed my hair maybe-put on a better tie-“
Steve didn’t say anything, just smiled at the road ahead. But he kept his hand on Danny’s thigh until they were less than a block short of headquarters.
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Leaving aside the hotness of the hot stuff, I particularly loved your para about everything changing - because yes, I could so see it being like that.
Gorgeous stuff :)
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