Fingers running over his skin, words filling in the silence. This is how so many of his nights end up happening.
Even when they don't exactly plan it. They don't really have a pattern or a habit. Half because their jobs really can't give it to them, throwing all nights and double days straight work at them from nowhere, or nights with Grace, or crack of dawn mornings in court, or days they all show up to sit with Chin if Malia has a complication or another surgery. Half because, who knows, they don't plan it.
Until someone has to ask the end of the day, braves it. Edge of a smile, as quietly hopeful as ready for a pass.
Which just has him shaking his head at the droning insults spattering up the darkness around them.
"Liar." It's the same word Danny threw at him earlier.
Except Steve accents it with shifting and dropping his mouth over Danny's nipple.
Dragging at his skin mercilessly. Not anywhere near what he did once. What he always remembers somewhere, just outside the frame of his thoughts. Always has some gauge against. Too hard. Too much. Not that Danny wanted an apology, or for him to stop. But. A level of broken, smashed and shattered control beyond the kind this all would already throw into the situation, end the situation.
Not that. It winks out, a tiny star of a thought. But still rough. Leveling his point like a firing shot across the bow.
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Even when they don't exactly plan it. They don't really have a pattern or a habit. Half because their jobs really can't give it to them, throwing all nights and double days straight work at them from nowhere, or nights with Grace, or crack of dawn mornings in court, or days they all show up to sit with Chin if Malia has a complication or another surgery. Half because, who knows, they don't plan it.
Until someone has to ask the end of the day, braves it. Edge of a smile, as quietly hopeful as ready for a pass.
Which just has him shaking his head at the droning insults spattering up the darkness around them.
"Liar." It's the same word Danny threw at him earlier.
Except Steve accents it with shifting and dropping his mouth over Danny's nipple.
Dragging at his skin mercilessly. Not anywhere near what he did once. What he always remembers somewhere, just outside the frame of his thoughts. Always has some gauge against. Too hard. Too much. Not that Danny wanted an apology, or for him to stop. But. A level of broken, smashed and shattered control beyond the kind this all would already throw into the situation, end the situation.
Not that. It winks out, a tiny star of a thought. But still rough. Leveling his point like a firing shot across the bow.