Steve tasted of tequila. Not Danny’s drink of choice by a wide margin. But they way Steve clung to him, so needy, so anxious it made Danny know that this was the better decision.
“How could you doubt,” His kisses softened in aggression but not meaning. “How could you doubt how much you mean to me?” Danny’s hands moved from cupping Steve’s face to caressing his chest, stroking his heartbeat. “How proud I am that you’re mine?”
One palm traveled further, fingers kneading at Steve’s hip. “And you are mine Steve. Mine.” Danny’s upper hand moved around Steve, holding his backside possessively, and while the drunk man wasn’t there yet, the hand Danny has on his him moved further still and began stroking at Steve’s cock. “It’s going to take more than a convenient woman to pry me away.” It’s going to take you telling me to go.
Steve's breath caught at the touch and he had to close his eyes, feeling the blood rush south. It was hard to concentrate on what Danny was saying with his hand stroking that way, and Steve was growing harder, needy, wanting whatever it was that Danny had in mind. He forced himself to listen to the words all the same; to take them in. Danny was saying them for a reason, and Steve owed him too much not to pay attention.
"I don't know," he murmured, seeking Danny's lips and kissing between speaking, "because I'm an idiot. I'll never forget again." The hand on his ass tightened and, desperate for Danny to forgive him his stupidity, Steve gasped, "Show me. Do what you want to me. Please."
Danny pulled back with a small smile. “Don’t I always?” He kissed Steve quickly then pushed him toward the door. “Bedroom?” And Steve moved, Danny’d give him that
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Steve got it completely. Danny wasn't speaking in full sentences but he understood all the same. Don't mistrust me; I've got you. I can't go through it again. It made perfect sense, and Steve had been more than stupid not to have seen that Danny would never, ever let him fall.
He nodded, holding Danny's arms firmly in his hands, and giving as much back in the kiss as he'd received. "I won't," he got out between kisses. "Never. I got you, babe. Always."
It would have sounded corny in a movie, but Danny needed to hear it, and Steve meant it. But he wasn't sure Danny got it even so. But knowing what trust Danny had placed in him already, Steve knew one thing that would go some way towards reassuring him.
He shifted back on the bed, lying against the pillows and holding the headboard. "Fuck me, Danny. However you want. Tie me up and do whatever you want. Keep me on the edge while you get off. I'll do whatever you say; whatever you want. Anything."
"Oh God..." Steve breathed as Danny slid home - it had to be home, it felt so right. Steve wasn't completely sure what Danny was asking, and unable to find the words to ask for clarification, he just nodded.
There were some words though. "It feels amazing. Just... can you... please move?"
Steve felt his breath grow short and he tapped at Danny's hand one last time before taking his own hand back to pull his leg further out of the way, showcasing some of that flexibility Danny was so eager to see. It encouraged Danny closer, letting him push deeper inside, and Steve wasn't sure if it was simply that they were flesh to flesh without any barriers, or more because it was Danny doing it that made it so incredible. But this was definitely something they had to do more.
He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't not watch as Danny slowly began to do as he'd asked, and a low groan escaped Steve's throat as the action became more rhythmic; as Danny found a steady even pace that suited them both.
Danny kept a slowish speed for a little bit, reveling in the drag, heat, and absolute perfection of fucking Steve without… caution. Steve all bent practically in two, wide open and taking Danny as deep as Danny could go. And the gorgeous sounds! Want and need and utter enjoyment that the man took from Danny fucking into him. Almost …debauched abandon.
But almost wasn’t cutting it.
Danny started moving faster. In and out of Steve. Driving in harder with nearly every thrust. He reached out, pulled Steve’s hand from his leg, more than willing to sacrifice flexibility to abandon. “Fuck…Steve…Let go.” He wasn’t sure if he meant his leg or restraint. But soon enough Steve’s legs were draped over an arm and Danny’s other shoulder. Danny leaned forward slightly and Steve’s knees bent trying get some leverage. And JESUS!“Babe, I wanna fuck you forever. And I wanna come so bad.” Danny grunted again as he slammed in deep. Steve reached up, fingers reaching for Danny’s hair, but only managing his face. Danny pulled fingers
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“How could you doubt,” His kisses softened in aggression but not meaning. “How could you doubt how much you mean to me?” Danny’s hands moved from cupping Steve’s face to caressing his chest, stroking his heartbeat. “How proud I am that you’re mine?”
One palm traveled further, fingers kneading at Steve’s hip. “And you are mine Steve. Mine.” Danny’s upper hand moved around Steve, holding his backside possessively, and while the drunk man wasn’t there yet, the hand Danny has on his him moved further still and began stroking at Steve’s cock. “It’s going to take more than a convenient woman to pry me away.” It’s going to take you telling me to go.
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"I don't know," he murmured, seeking Danny's lips and kissing between speaking, "because I'm an idiot. I'll never forget again." The hand on his ass tightened and, desperate for Danny to forgive him his stupidity, Steve gasped, "Show me. Do what you want to me. Please."
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He nodded, holding Danny's arms firmly in his hands, and giving as much back in the kiss as he'd received. "I won't," he got out between kisses. "Never. I got you, babe. Always."
It would have sounded corny in a movie, but Danny needed to hear it, and Steve meant it. But he wasn't sure Danny got it even so. But knowing what trust Danny had placed in him already, Steve knew one thing that would go some way towards reassuring him.
He shifted back on the bed, lying against the pillows and holding the headboard. "Fuck me, Danny. However you want. Tie me up and do whatever you want. Keep me on the edge while you get off. I'll do whatever you say; whatever you want. Anything."
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There were some words though. "It feels amazing. Just... can you... please move?"
Steve felt his breath grow short and he tapped at Danny's hand one last time before taking his own hand back to pull his leg further out of the way, showcasing some of that flexibility Danny was so eager to see. It encouraged Danny closer, letting him push deeper inside, and Steve wasn't sure if it was simply that they were flesh to flesh without any barriers, or more because it was Danny doing it that made it so incredible. But this was definitely something they had to do more.
He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't not watch as Danny slowly began to do as he'd asked, and a low groan escaped Steve's throat as the action became more rhythmic; as Danny found a steady even pace that suited them both.
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But almost wasn’t cutting it.
Danny started moving faster. In and out of Steve. Driving in harder with nearly every thrust. He reached out, pulled Steve’s hand from his leg, more than willing to sacrifice flexibility to abandon. “Fuck…Steve…Let go.” He wasn’t sure if he meant his leg or restraint. But soon enough Steve’s legs were draped over an arm and Danny’s other shoulder. Danny leaned forward slightly and Steve’s knees bent trying get some leverage. And JESUS!“Babe, I wanna fuck you forever. And I wanna come so bad.” Danny grunted again as he slammed in deep. Steve reached up, fingers reaching for Danny’s hair, but only managing his face. Danny pulled fingers ( ... )
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