It's insane. Seconds ago, he was joking about finally having found the one thing to shut Danny the hell up. His mouth on Danny's skin, swallowing him down like every hot dream and forbidden fantasy, hard and soft in equal measure, dragging noises out of him, and leaving him wordless and demanding for the minutes after. That was explosive and hilarious, but this is different. Entirely. He can feel it down to his bones even where there is only one word.
Danny's eyes bright and dark even when there is barely any light making it into this room. When Danny's eyes go wide, and helpless, struggling through Steve's own two and Steve's hand. His inability to stop kissing Danny for long enough for Danny to even put sentences together. Because Danny doesn't need his permission to talk. Has been throwing out shit at him right back. Was only a minute ago. But this is different.
When Danny's eyes are wide and his mouth forms that one word, and then there are no other words.
It's Danny's hands back on his head, like when Danny jerked him from his knees to falling on Danny himself. The taste of Danny still on his tongue then, and Danny's fingers on his jaw. This is like that. But it's different. More. Shatters and scattering the last standing beams in his head and his spine when fingers are fisting in his short hair and Danny is kissing him like the answer to his demand is written on the back of Steve's mouth.
When Danny said a single word and nothing else, but Steve can hear it, feel it, screaming into his skin. Going off like a countdown that just hit zero. Somehow he did this to Danny. No. Not did. Does. Is. Long ago, and tonight, and right this second. All of those are true. This thing that is happening. Rampant and so big Danny can't even cloak it in sounds, and is writing it, like a new language, on his lips, his teeth, the bruises pressing fingers into hips, and heels into thighs.
When it drags something dark from him. Old and black, and hungry and shoved down for so long. Pummeling out his mouth, while his hand is suddenly moving faster than he can even keep track of thinking of. Because it's shuddering through him, shaking everywhere, muscles contracting, body snapping out of his own control and hold and he's thrusting up, chasing a light and a heat and a darkness that he thinks every part of him can see in Danny and answer with every part of himself.
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It's insane. Seconds ago, he was joking about finally having found the one thing to shut Danny the hell up. His mouth on Danny's skin, swallowing him down like every hot dream and forbidden fantasy, hard and soft in equal measure, dragging noises out of him, and leaving him wordless and demanding for the minutes after. That was explosive and hilarious, but this is different. Entirely. He can feel it down to his bones even where there is only one word.
Danny's eyes bright and dark even when there is barely any light making it into this room. When Danny's eyes go wide, and helpless, struggling through Steve's own two and Steve's hand. His inability to stop kissing Danny for long enough for Danny to even put sentences together. Because Danny doesn't need his permission to talk. Has been throwing out shit at him right back. Was only a minute ago. But this is different.
When Danny's eyes are wide and his mouth forms that one word, and then there are no other words.
It's Danny's hands back on his head, like when Danny jerked him from his knees to falling on Danny himself. The taste of Danny still on his tongue then, and Danny's fingers on his jaw. This is like that. But it's different. More. Shatters and scattering the last standing beams in his head and his spine when fingers are fisting in his short hair and Danny is kissing him like the answer to his demand is written on the back of Steve's mouth.
When Danny said a single word and nothing else, but Steve can hear it, feel it, screaming into his skin. Going off like a countdown that just hit zero. Somehow he did this to Danny. No. Not did. Does. Is. Long ago, and tonight, and right this second. All of those are true. This thing that is happening. Rampant and so big Danny can't even cloak it in sounds, and is writing it, like a new language, on his lips, his teeth, the bruises pressing fingers into hips, and heels into thighs.
When it drags something dark from him. Old and black, and hungry and shoved down for so long. Pummeling out his mouth, while his hand is suddenly moving faster than he can even keep track of thinking of. Because it's shuddering through him, shaking everywhere, muscles contracting, body snapping out of his own control and hold and he's thrusting up, chasing a light and a heat and a darkness that he thinks every part of him can see in Danny and answer with every part of himself.