The low laugh, after the thick breath in at Danny reacting to his touch, is nice. It sounds slightly more real than all the waffling words trying to build themselves into towers just to jump off of from a too tall height. Never sounding like lies, but never sounding good entirely either. Steve wanted to put each word to memory to go over whenever he could think straight again, for longer than three minutes, but he could only choose one right now and the one was Danny.
Danny, with his hands suddenly back on Steve's skin, fluid and flushed warm against him, shifting smoothly up and down his muscles. Into the lower part of his back and then up into his hair. The restlessness evaporating back into this touch, while Steve's ability to focus dissolves into the sweat-salt flavor of Danny's skin against his lips, his tongue, the soft graze of his teeth as Danny shifts back, but not away, only opening up even more to Steve.
Draining at Steve's want to talk at all, because he hasn't managed to touch and map every single inch of Danny's skin and he still doesn't really know if there's time. If Danny will get off his bed, put his clothes back on, and go home. Especially since most of the parts of it are only right over there, a few feet beyond them. Steve tried to stab away the thought of this bed, empty and cold, after all of this. Danny's skin so warm against him. Steady heartbeat and even his uncertain voice still talking, filling up Steve's head and his room.
Always talking. Saying words that are old and worn-in but a new way.
A little out of breath and serious, instead of snipped. Awkward and unsteadied.
Steve having to give up sucking softly at a spot right at the top of Danny's neck and under the hinge of his jaw, to be able to make his own voice usable. Not for some snappy retort, that would fit, should fit. Except for that strange twist to Danny's voice in how he said it, too. Making it stick to Danny's, and the darkness in the room, that he's falling into as Danny shifts and shivers under him and he can see more of him like this.
Head tipped back, eyes closed. The most glorious mess he'll never forget. "I never wanted to."
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Date: 2015-11-16 03:09 am (UTC)The low laugh, after the thick breath in at Danny reacting to his touch, is nice. It sounds slightly more real than all the waffling words trying to build themselves into towers just to jump off of from a too tall height. Never sounding like lies, but never sounding good entirely either. Steve wanted to put each word to memory to go over whenever he could think straight again, for longer than three minutes, but he could only choose one right now and the one was Danny.
Danny, with his hands suddenly back on Steve's skin, fluid and flushed warm against him, shifting smoothly up and down his muscles. Into the lower part of his back and then up into his hair. The restlessness evaporating back into this touch, while Steve's ability to focus dissolves into the sweat-salt flavor of Danny's skin against his lips, his tongue, the soft graze of his teeth as Danny shifts back, but not away, only opening up even more to Steve.
Draining at Steve's want to talk at all, because he hasn't managed to touch and map every single inch of Danny's skin and he still doesn't really know if there's time. If Danny will get off his bed, put his clothes back on, and go home. Especially since most of the parts of it are only right over there, a few feet beyond them. Steve tried to stab away the thought of this bed, empty and cold, after all of this. Danny's skin so warm against him. Steady heartbeat and even his uncertain voice still talking, filling up Steve's head and his room.
Always talking. Saying words that are old and worn-in but a new way.
A little out of breath and serious, instead of snipped. Awkward and unsteadied.
Steve having to give up sucking softly at a spot right at the top of Danny's neck and under the hinge of his jaw, to be able to make his own voice usable. Not for some snappy retort, that would fit, should fit. Except for that strange twist to Danny's voice in how he said it, too. Making it stick to Danny's, and the darkness in the room, that he's falling into as Danny shifts and shivers under him and he can see more of him like this.
Head tipped back, eyes closed. The most glorious mess he'll never forget. "I never wanted to."