Nature of Inviting. Oneshot.
Title: Nature Of Inviting
Pairing: Steve Finnan/Daniel Agger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I think the rating says it all.
Disclaimer: I eat, I pray, I love and I make stories up.
Word count: 1.638
Author's Note: written for fslashexchange, round 4, as requested by sophiamoon. ... And even though this was rather spontaneously written, it was still loads of fun.
”Of all the things you could have possibly done with your hair …“
Steve doesn’t even know why he says it, in the first place. It’s not like he’d care much about Daniel changing his hair every now and then, sometimes more and sometimes less extremely. Because it’s not as if a change of hairstyles would change anything about the way Steve sees this man, has always seen him and will always see him. Dan might be short of perfect but they’re human after all, this doesn’t change much about the fact how much Steve loves him and how little he can imagine a life without the Danish defender.
It’s because Daniel knows this that he wrinkles his nose at the comment, lets his zipper be undone and his trousers be thrown away to join his shirt already lying on the floor.
“Now tell me that upsets you …
Steve smiles back at him wordlessly, not wanting to risk saying anything equally pointless just for the sake of saying anything at all. It’s incredible how being around Daniel after such a long time of not getting to see him at all makes him nervous still, almost throws him back in time to the start of their relationship. He knows he should be well past this state but he’s not.
So Steve continues stripping Daniel from his clothes wordlessly and the Dane wordlessly responses to it, following Steve’s movements as best as he can and letting himself be lead to the small bedroom. It’s not much - it has never been - but it has a bed and a window in it and that’s about all the things, space and softness and air and only that bit of light that makes it so interesting to watch, they need in this very exact moment.
By the time both of them are naked on the bed, Steve is completely hard. He feels the head of his cock brushing against the smooth skin and soft hair covering Daniel’s thighs again and again as he takes Daniel’s leg and pulls it over his shoulder. When he looks up to meet Daniel’s eyes, ready to ask the one question he’s always been answered with yes, no matter what, though, out of breath from the suddenness of it all, something in his lover’s gaze makes him falter.
“So, when exactly did you stop believing in foreplay? “ Daniel says that as casually as he always says these things, take care of yourself when you get out, I’ll miss you over Christmas, I love you, and it’s exactly this tone that makes Steve aware of how serious he is about it. Steve slows down, then stops. He doesn’t know.
“Maybe around the time you seemingly stopped with needing it …,” he replies eventually, presses his lips to Daniel’s calf. Feels the silent chuckle of Daniel’s body against his own more than he sees or hears it.
“Yeah, but that was back then when we were always in a hurry. … I’m not in a hurry now, Finns … why don’t you take your time with me … who knows what you’ll might discover…”
Steve feels like biting his lip more than anything else, but it is Daniels hand which stops him from doing so. Steve feels how his boy presses his hand against his lips until Steve opens his mouth for him, until Daniel can slip his finger just barely into Steve’s mouth but deep enough to find his tongue.
Daniel’s eyes are still shining mischievously, like those of a boy who’s just come up with the most wicked and most brilliant idea of his short lifetime, as he moans now. He doesn’t even need to repeat the invitation, not once.
And so Steve lets go of Daniel’s thigh once again, not sure where to start first. It’s not that he’s lost his curiosity, his fascination with Daniel’s body over the course of years, but it’s the fact that he already knows, probably knows better than Daniel himself knows how to work that beautiful and bendable and strong body of his, how to pleasure it. It’s not that he doesn’t know what to do. It’s that he doesn’t know where to start.
He looks up into Daniel’s eyes again as if searching for help, promptly getting a response when Daniel gently cradles his head, playing with Finns’ ever so short hair, before he pushes it down just as gently, down to where his cock is slowly seeping pre-come unto his belly. Once Steve figures out where this is going he braces his hands to the left and right of Daniel’s broad torso. His temple presses against the smooth skin of Daniel’s back and his nose presses against Dan’s cock, hard and dry and hot just as he remembers it under the touch of his lips, his teeth, his tongue. The moaning sounds spilling over Daniel’s lips are just enough encouragement to make him go further, working the swollen head inside of his mouth before taking him deeper, wetting the length with his spit. Again, this is by far not the first time that Steve is doing this, still it has got him wondering why exactly it has been so long that he has done this last. The feeling of Daniel in his mouth, the weight of his cock, the taste of his flesh and all the liquid he’s oozing, it’s nothing new to him and yet it’s so much better than he did remember it to be.
It’s the same with the feeling of Daniel’s skin under his hungry fingers, Steve discovers a little while later, skimming the pale skin and the black ink all over it with his fingertips, his knuckles, the palm of his hands. The last time he has gotten to touch Daniel’s back as freely as he’s doing it now, it only had been framed by a tattoo, now he finds it almost completely covered with one.
It’s not something Steve can put a finger upon, his fascination with Daniel’s tattoos and everything they stand for, but it’s something that’s adding to his newborn curiosity, his everlasting want and need for this boy and this boy alone.
He feels the shudder working down Daniel’s spine in time with his knuckle dragging down the outline of that very same spine, starting off where it melts to Daniel’s neck, down over all of these tattoos until he’s reached the perfect curve of Daniel’s butt. Following a finger he sends exploring down the crack between the soft and round and full curves of this very same butt, Steve presses his face against the somehow soft and yet so full flesh in front of him, causing Daniel to buck his hips up with a throaty moan, the Dane arching his back just in order to get Steve closer closer closer inside of him.
“If you want to taste something there you’re better doing a good job of getting me full of you, first …,” Daniel gasps into the pillow he’s placed his head upon, but doesn’t stop Steve from what he’s doing, either, too taken by the feeling of the Irishman’s tongue licking and suckling at where Daniel is the most sensitive, then pushing past the tight ring of muscles, wetting Daniel’s entrance and making the trail of pre-come he’s oozing into the sheets now continuous.
Steve groans into the tight space of Daniel’s body for that but he can’t let go yet, feeling too right just right there were he is, now, right there where he wants to be and right there where he belongs.
His hands are kneading the soft flesh of Daniel’s butt, reveling in how good he really feels. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feels his own cock leaking against the back of Daniel’s thighs, too, but Steve is nowhere near a state where he thinks about himself first, right now.
Only when he has Daniel shuddering under him impatiently, urging him on to fill him up properly already with everything he has, his voice and his whole body alike, Steve retreats and grips Daniel’s hips, his own thighs leaning against the back of Daniel’s as he slowly pushes inside his boy’s tight hole. He’s met with resistance but that’s only because, past everything they share and will always share, they still remain human and so do their bodies. It’s a short moment of discomfort until suddenly they both seem to fall into place right about at the same time, resulting in an urgent groan coming deep down from Daniel’s throat as Steve pushes in in whole, their skin meeting with an audible smack.
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“So … when exactly did you stop believing in lasting longer than ten minutes, huh?”
This time Daniel’s voice is teasing but Steve doesn’t mind. Not when he’s lying slumped down on top of his Danish boy like this, his soft cock slowly going stiff inside of Daniel again because of the way Daniel’s muscles still clench around him tightly, his own sweat and come mixing with his boyfriend’s before it dries on his skin, seeps into it. Not when he’s feeling as satiated and pleasures as he does right now. But well…
With a quick movement he slips out of his boyfriend and smothers Daniel’s protest with a kiss as he spins his boyfriend around so that when he enters him again in one swift movement, he’s facing his boy this time.
“Precisely at the time where I started to realize that the span of a night leaves room for more than just one try …,” he answers before he starts pushing, thrusting, exploring again.
Dan’s eyes, never leaving his now that they’re facing each other, are still glimmering with that wickedness as he raises his hips and starts to meet Steve’s thrusts with abandon again.
Pairing: Steve Finnan/Daniel Agger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I think the rating says it all.
Disclaimer: I eat, I pray, I love and I make stories up.
Word count: 1.638
Author's Note: written for fslashexchange, round 4, as requested by sophiamoon. ... And even though this was rather spontaneously written, it was still loads of fun.
”Of all the things you could have possibly done with your hair …“
Steve doesn’t even know why he says it, in the first place. It’s not like he’d care much about Daniel changing his hair every now and then, sometimes more and sometimes less extremely. Because it’s not as if a change of hairstyles would change anything about the way Steve sees this man, has always seen him and will always see him. Dan might be short of perfect but they’re human after all, this doesn’t change much about the fact how much Steve loves him and how little he can imagine a life without the Danish defender.
It’s because Daniel knows this that he wrinkles his nose at the comment, lets his zipper be undone and his trousers be thrown away to join his shirt already lying on the floor.
“Now tell me that upsets you …
Steve smiles back at him wordlessly, not wanting to risk saying anything equally pointless just for the sake of saying anything at all. It’s incredible how being around Daniel after such a long time of not getting to see him at all makes him nervous still, almost throws him back in time to the start of their relationship. He knows he should be well past this state but he’s not.
So Steve continues stripping Daniel from his clothes wordlessly and the Dane wordlessly responses to it, following Steve’s movements as best as he can and letting himself be lead to the small bedroom. It’s not much - it has never been - but it has a bed and a window in it and that’s about all the things, space and softness and air and only that bit of light that makes it so interesting to watch, they need in this very exact moment.
By the time both of them are naked on the bed, Steve is completely hard. He feels the head of his cock brushing against the smooth skin and soft hair covering Daniel’s thighs again and again as he takes Daniel’s leg and pulls it over his shoulder. When he looks up to meet Daniel’s eyes, ready to ask the one question he’s always been answered with yes, no matter what, though, out of breath from the suddenness of it all, something in his lover’s gaze makes him falter.
“So, when exactly did you stop believing in foreplay? “ Daniel says that as casually as he always says these things, take care of yourself when you get out, I’ll miss you over Christmas, I love you, and it’s exactly this tone that makes Steve aware of how serious he is about it. Steve slows down, then stops. He doesn’t know.
“Maybe around the time you seemingly stopped with needing it …,” he replies eventually, presses his lips to Daniel’s calf. Feels the silent chuckle of Daniel’s body against his own more than he sees or hears it.
“Yeah, but that was back then when we were always in a hurry. … I’m not in a hurry now, Finns … why don’t you take your time with me … who knows what you’ll might discover…”
Steve feels like biting his lip more than anything else, but it is Daniels hand which stops him from doing so. Steve feels how his boy presses his hand against his lips until Steve opens his mouth for him, until Daniel can slip his finger just barely into Steve’s mouth but deep enough to find his tongue.
Daniel’s eyes are still shining mischievously, like those of a boy who’s just come up with the most wicked and most brilliant idea of his short lifetime, as he moans now. He doesn’t even need to repeat the invitation, not once.
And so Steve lets go of Daniel’s thigh once again, not sure where to start first. It’s not that he’s lost his curiosity, his fascination with Daniel’s body over the course of years, but it’s the fact that he already knows, probably knows better than Daniel himself knows how to work that beautiful and bendable and strong body of his, how to pleasure it. It’s not that he doesn’t know what to do. It’s that he doesn’t know where to start.
He looks up into Daniel’s eyes again as if searching for help, promptly getting a response when Daniel gently cradles his head, playing with Finns’ ever so short hair, before he pushes it down just as gently, down to where his cock is slowly seeping pre-come unto his belly. Once Steve figures out where this is going he braces his hands to the left and right of Daniel’s broad torso. His temple presses against the smooth skin of Daniel’s back and his nose presses against Dan’s cock, hard and dry and hot just as he remembers it under the touch of his lips, his teeth, his tongue. The moaning sounds spilling over Daniel’s lips are just enough encouragement to make him go further, working the swollen head inside of his mouth before taking him deeper, wetting the length with his spit. Again, this is by far not the first time that Steve is doing this, still it has got him wondering why exactly it has been so long that he has done this last. The feeling of Daniel in his mouth, the weight of his cock, the taste of his flesh and all the liquid he’s oozing, it’s nothing new to him and yet it’s so much better than he did remember it to be.
It’s the same with the feeling of Daniel’s skin under his hungry fingers, Steve discovers a little while later, skimming the pale skin and the black ink all over it with his fingertips, his knuckles, the palm of his hands. The last time he has gotten to touch Daniel’s back as freely as he’s doing it now, it only had been framed by a tattoo, now he finds it almost completely covered with one.
It’s not something Steve can put a finger upon, his fascination with Daniel’s tattoos and everything they stand for, but it’s something that’s adding to his newborn curiosity, his everlasting want and need for this boy and this boy alone.
He feels the shudder working down Daniel’s spine in time with his knuckle dragging down the outline of that very same spine, starting off where it melts to Daniel’s neck, down over all of these tattoos until he’s reached the perfect curve of Daniel’s butt. Following a finger he sends exploring down the crack between the soft and round and full curves of this very same butt, Steve presses his face against the somehow soft and yet so full flesh in front of him, causing Daniel to buck his hips up with a throaty moan, the Dane arching his back just in order to get Steve closer closer closer inside of him.
“If you want to taste something there you’re better doing a good job of getting me full of you, first …,” Daniel gasps into the pillow he’s placed his head upon, but doesn’t stop Steve from what he’s doing, either, too taken by the feeling of the Irishman’s tongue licking and suckling at where Daniel is the most sensitive, then pushing past the tight ring of muscles, wetting Daniel’s entrance and making the trail of pre-come he’s oozing into the sheets now continuous.
Steve groans into the tight space of Daniel’s body for that but he can’t let go yet, feeling too right just right there were he is, now, right there where he wants to be and right there where he belongs.
His hands are kneading the soft flesh of Daniel’s butt, reveling in how good he really feels. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feels his own cock leaking against the back of Daniel’s thighs, too, but Steve is nowhere near a state where he thinks about himself first, right now.
Only when he has Daniel shuddering under him impatiently, urging him on to fill him up properly already with everything he has, his voice and his whole body alike, Steve retreats and grips Daniel’s hips, his own thighs leaning against the back of Daniel’s as he slowly pushes inside his boy’s tight hole. He’s met with resistance but that’s only because, past everything they share and will always share, they still remain human and so do their bodies. It’s a short moment of discomfort until suddenly they both seem to fall into place right about at the same time, resulting in an urgent groan coming deep down from Daniel’s throat as Steve pushes in in whole, their skin meeting with an audible smack.
#
“So … when exactly did you stop believing in lasting longer than ten minutes, huh?”
This time Daniel’s voice is teasing but Steve doesn’t mind. Not when he’s lying slumped down on top of his Danish boy like this, his soft cock slowly going stiff inside of Daniel again because of the way Daniel’s muscles still clench around him tightly, his own sweat and come mixing with his boyfriend’s before it dries on his skin, seeps into it. Not when he’s feeling as satiated and pleasures as he does right now. But well…
With a quick movement he slips out of his boyfriend and smothers Daniel’s protest with a kiss as he spins his boyfriend around so that when he enters him again in one swift movement, he’s facing his boy this time.
“Precisely at the time where I started to realize that the span of a night leaves room for more than just one try …,” he answers before he starts pushing, thrusting, exploring again.
Dan’s eyes, never leaving his now that they’re facing each other, are still glimmering with that wickedness as he raises his hips and starts to meet Steve’s thrusts with abandon again.