Steve wonders how close to totally naked that would count. Hitting up a few moments of glory he really cannot speak of, considers for a second how he could sideways glance off the endless world of things he couldn't say. Imply easily about crazy situations.

But that's very quickly short circuited by Danny's hands.

The way the sensation is so sharp after so long, that it makes him curl, stretching upward, pulling in all the muscles in his stomach and sides, faintly pushing up on the balls of his feet. With this quick breath of air in through his nose. Danny's mouth gusting hot air on his shoulder, collar bone, and that sound of his voice, that isn't but is laughter, will be, give it a few seconds.

How all of it makes Steve's chest, his heart as well as his lungs, stutter like a candle guttering in the wind. Especially after all that.

When he's not even quite paying enough attention to the subject in mind, when he's got a hand finding the back of Danny's head. Curving into, around his hair. Half tempted to rest there, half tempted to drag him up and kiss him senseless. Just for this. Just for touching him once, in three places, and making his skin feel like it's being licked by fire in a way it never has been by real flames cast nearly against it.

Even now. Even weeks after he should be getting used to it. It should become old hat. Something should get to being normal. Or boring. Or old hat. And all of it lights him. Like he's a match that's just been waiting, holding so still the whole trembles at this.

When he shoves some of it back, leans down, saying sarcastic, but still warmer and lower, "Well, it works on you."