He wants to drown in the sensation of hands on his skin, body pressed against his, mouth owning his, lighting every nerve in his body into life and then setting them on fire all at once with that laugh that's half a groan, and a sound Danny's never heard him make before, wants to hear so many more times. "Are you saying you don't want to undress me?"
He's never been intimidated by Steve, and he's never backed away from taunting Steve, but it comes out dark and edged in flame and humor that's less a laugh and more a challenge, while he pulls back far enough to hit the bed with the back of his legs. Making himself watch Steve's face, instead of glancing down, the way he wants to. "Because you had me pretty much convinced otherwise, downstairs."
Back when Steve was peeling clothes off Danny like plastic wrap off a toy he couldn't wait to take out of the box, before he stopped, and went for his own clothes, instead.
Not that Danny's complaining, even if he hasn't had much of a chance to step back, and look, and try to hammer home the reality of this: that Steve is naked, that Steve wants him to be naked, that all of this is actually happening, and he's not going to wake up in a puddle of sweat, painfully hard and feeling dirty all over for another dream about his best friend. "I can't believe a control freak like you doesn't want to be the one in charge of getting me out of my clothes."
Which is definitely not the case, as Steve's fingers work at his pants button and the zipper and Danny's breath catches as Steve brushes against him, through fabric that is too thin and too thick all at once, leaving him reaching to set his hands at Steve's hips to steady himself, and keep from losing his balance, falling back onto the mattress.
"Listen, I'm sure buttons can be very confusing to a Neanderthal like yourself, but I have every faith you can manage it, Steve."
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He wants to drown in the sensation of hands on his skin, body pressed against his, mouth owning his, lighting every nerve in his body into life and then setting them on fire all at once with that laugh that's half a groan, and a sound Danny's never heard him make before, wants to hear so many more times. "Are you saying you don't want to undress me?"
He's never been intimidated by Steve, and he's never backed away from taunting Steve, but it comes out dark and edged in flame and humor that's less a laugh and more a challenge, while he pulls back far enough to hit the bed with the back of his legs. Making himself watch Steve's face, instead of glancing down, the way he wants to. "Because you had me pretty much convinced otherwise, downstairs."
Back when Steve was peeling clothes off Danny like plastic wrap off a toy he couldn't wait to take out of the box, before he stopped, and went for his own clothes, instead.
Not that Danny's complaining, even if he hasn't had much of a chance to step back, and look, and try to hammer home the reality of this: that Steve is naked, that Steve wants him to be naked, that all of this is actually happening, and he's not going to wake up in a puddle of sweat, painfully hard and feeling dirty all over for another dream about his best friend. "I can't believe a control freak like you doesn't want to be the one in charge of getting me out of my clothes."
Which is definitely not the case, as Steve's fingers work at his pants button and the zipper and Danny's breath catches as Steve brushes against him, through fabric that is too thin and too thick all at once, leaving him reaching to set his hands at Steve's hips to steady himself, and keep from losing his balance, falling back onto the mattress.
"Listen, I'm sure buttons can be very confusing to a Neanderthal like yourself, but I have every faith you can manage it, Steve."