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Date: 2015-10-26 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] haole_cop


There's a long beat where Steve just looks at him, and Danny wants to lick his lips, as they feel suddenly dry, or lift his hands, or say something else, anything else, because that stopped Steve like a record scratch. Leaving him just staring at Danny, who. Okay. He won't apologize. Maybe it's not what Steve expected, or what he expected, and maybe it's not what would be his go-to on a first...whatever this is.

But this isn't a first. Not really. It might be first kisses, first touched, first getting physical, but he's already been involved with Steve for so long they might as well be married. He doesn't need to pause, because he's already lost, already gone. Is already as deep into this, into wanting Steve, as he's ever been in any other relationship, and they've lost years, it turns out. Years.

So there's some lost time to be made up.

And Steve might mock him for being nervous, and he knows for certain that he'll spend too much time worrying all of this over later, but right now, he wants to see how far he can push it. Wants, insanely, to see how far he can push Steve, when he's never actually seen Steve hit a limit.

When he's normally the one trying to hold Steve back, and everything's flipped, sideways and upside down and leaving him dropping challenges, instead, daring him. As if that won't lead to explosions and rule-shattering and possible bodily harm, as if Steve can resist or ignore a challenge.

Steve, who leans in, ducks in, fast and aggressive, stealing Danny's breath like a punch, and saying those words, making Danny laugh, low and stupid, against his mouth, while Steve's fingers are busy at the buttons of his collar.

Undoing them. More of them. It's insane. It's impossible. It's happening, somehow, and Danny's a little afraid he might spontaneously combust, right on the spot, against Steve's door, just from the brush of Steve's fingertips against the skin at the hollow of his throat.

Sending sheets of fire wafting across his body, while his hands grip Steve's hips a little tighter. "That's such a lie, you love my mouth."

Obviously. In ways Danny had never even previously considered, before tonight, but has suddenly found a whole new realm of use for.
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