That laugh, Steve thinks, is the best thing in the world.
Danny hasn't even stopped having his mouth against Steve's skin, tender under his attentions, when it hits his skin. Warm puffs of breath rolling one after another, and the sound, tingling through his skin. Like being hit with the heat of the sun even in pitch dark. The shake of Danny's shoulders and expansion of his chest, the way it rumbles through him, and hits against Steve, like thunder in some very far off places he hasn't thought of in what will never be too long.
But he's wrong. He's so completely wrong, and it only takes two more seconds to know it.
Danny's mocking him, laughing at him, pressing into him. His hands, and other parts of his body that are quite clear, without the help of Steve's mouth, to being clear on the point of what Steve wants, that isn't sleep. Especially not when Danny pulls back smiling like the goddamn sun and eclipsing any notion he'd had of the sun on his skin seconds ago. Breath heavy and mouth curved, eyes somehow still bright in the darkness.
He could even mark the exact expression on Danny's face if he needed to. If he could think before the mark of Danny's last question there. Before he was all lightning movement. An arm shoving back on the bed, to push him toward Danny, weight on one forearm, while the other let go of Danny's hip to find Danny's neck and the base of his head, pulling him down into Steve's shift upward. Lips managing only two words, while his eyes were unblinking, before his mouth was back on Danny's. "Don't stop."
The collision of finding Danny's mouth again, the only thing that kept him from plowing straight into the wall and letting the word ever spill out of his lips and not just plaster itself across his head. Reaching out, on the tip and the edge of his tongue as he kissed Danny with every edge of those syllables and the truth under them. That he wanted to be nowhere else, and he was full of shit, talking about anything that involved closing his eyes and possibly not having Danny there. That nothing anywhere else on the planet was something he wanted if it was in comparison with staying here and covering every inch of Danny.
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Date: 2015-11-23 03:14 am (UTC)That laugh, Steve thinks, is the best thing in the world.
Danny hasn't even stopped having his mouth against Steve's skin, tender under his attentions, when it hits his skin. Warm puffs of breath rolling one after another, and the sound, tingling through his skin. Like being hit with the heat of the sun even in pitch dark. The shake of Danny's shoulders and expansion of his chest, the way it rumbles through him, and hits against Steve, like thunder in some very far off places he hasn't thought of in what will never be too long.
But he's wrong. He's so completely wrong, and it only takes two more seconds to know it.
Danny's mocking him, laughing at him, pressing into him. His hands, and other parts of his body that are quite clear, without the help of Steve's mouth, to being clear on the point of what Steve wants, that isn't sleep. Especially not when Danny pulls back smiling like the goddamn sun and eclipsing any notion he'd had of the sun on his skin seconds ago. Breath heavy and mouth curved, eyes somehow still bright in the darkness.
He could even mark the exact expression on Danny's face if he needed to. If he could think before the mark of Danny's last question there. Before he was all lightning movement. An arm shoving back on the bed, to push him toward Danny, weight on one forearm, while the other let go of Danny's hip to find Danny's neck and the base of his head, pulling him down into Steve's shift upward. Lips managing only two words, while his eyes were unblinking, before his mouth was back on Danny's. "Don't stop."
The collision of finding Danny's mouth again, the only thing that kept him from plowing straight into the wall and letting the word ever spill out of his lips and not just plaster itself across his head. Reaching out, on the tip and the edge of his tongue as he kissed Danny with every edge of those syllables and the truth under them. That he wanted to be nowhere else, and he was full of shit, talking about anything that involved closing his eyes and possibly not having Danny there. That nothing anywhere else on the planet was something he wanted if it was in comparison with staying here and covering every inch of Danny.