He doesn't even register words, it takes a second, where his hands go flat and hard on Steve's back, and his arms tighten, and that low and rumbling noise in his chest, that had been so drowsily pleased, is suddenly a growl.
Annoyed, insistent, exasperated, once it reaches his vocal cords, becomes actual words. "Stop, stop, stop, stop moving, where are you going, huh?"
Dragging him back, bodily, the few inches he'd managed to push away, that Danny still wants. Is still hungry for. Maybe even more than the sex, and the kisses against the doorway, because this, he can feel sinking into every cell, and swelling. Suffusing him.
This, is slow enough, long enough, to enjoy. Not lighting a fire and threatening to burn the whole house down around his ears. Just. Steve. Blanketing him. Loose and easy. Completely relaxed in a way Danny's not sure he's ever seen, and he's suddenly desperate for it, to see it, know it. What Steve's like, after sex, if he can talk or move or think, if he falls asleep right after, if he's a secret cuddler, if he gets weird and awkward or just rolls over and checks out.
He wants to know it all. Wants to see it. Wants to know he's the one who made it happen.
And he doesn't want to move. Doesn't want Steve to move. Steve dragged him up here, and pushed on top of him, and now Danny's thinking he kind of likes it, right here.
Which means Steve isn't going anywhere. "Just relax, come on, please don't destroy this beautiful afterglow I'm currently enjoying. Come back, shut up, relax."
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He doesn't even register words, it takes a second, where his hands go flat and hard on Steve's back, and his arms tighten, and that low and rumbling noise in his chest, that had been so drowsily pleased, is suddenly a growl.
Annoyed, insistent, exasperated, once it reaches his vocal cords, becomes actual words. "Stop, stop, stop, stop moving, where are you going, huh?"
Dragging him back, bodily, the few inches he'd managed to push away, that Danny still wants. Is still hungry for. Maybe even more than the sex, and the kisses against the doorway, because this, he can feel sinking into every cell, and swelling. Suffusing him.
This, is slow enough, long enough, to enjoy. Not lighting a fire and threatening to burn the whole house down around his ears. Just. Steve. Blanketing him. Loose and easy. Completely relaxed in a way Danny's not sure he's ever seen, and he's suddenly desperate for it, to see it, know it. What Steve's like, after sex, if he can talk or move or think, if he falls asleep right after, if he's a secret cuddler, if he gets weird and awkward or just rolls over and checks out.
He wants to know it all. Wants to see it. Wants to know he's the one who made it happen.
And he doesn't want to move. Doesn't want Steve to move. Steve dragged him up here, and pushed on top of him, and now Danny's thinking he kind of likes it, right here.
Which means Steve isn't going anywhere. "Just relax, come on, please don't destroy this beautiful afterglow I'm currently enjoying. Come back, shut up, relax."