Speed
Title: Speed
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Fandom: Hawaii Five 0
“Danny, you gotta be kidding me,”is all Steve can think to say when he feels Danny unzipping his pants while they’re on their way back to HQ after a particularly highly adrenaline-charged end to a case.
“Aren’t you the one who always complains about safety while driving?”
“Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to loosen up and live more dangerously?” Danny retorts as he strokes Steve’s hardening dick with slow, teasing motions.
“Yeah, but, you can’t do this now! You tell me I’m insane!“ Steve protests half-heartedly.
“You want me to stop?”
Danny twists his wrist just right and rubs his thumb over the sensitive head and Steve can’t help but groan and arch up into the contact.
This is reckless and stupid but that’s Steve’s middle name and since when has he ever backed down from a challenge anyway?
“Don’t you dare!” He growls back.
Smirking, Danny unbuckles his seatbelt so he can lean over and whisper huskily in Steve’s ear as he strokes him.
“You love it don’t you? The danger, the rush? It turns you on. God, you’re so hard for me, Steve.”
Steve whimpers his agreement and shifts his hips, trying to get Danny to stroke harder, faster so this can finish quickly, but Danny won’t have that. He’s drawing it out, keeping up a maddeningly slow pace that has Steve’s knuckles turning white on the steering wheel as the pleasure builds steadily higher.
Danny’s other hand is cupping his balls, rubbing them where they’re still trapped inside his pants and it’s too much and not enough at the same time.
Danny’s still murmuring filthy things in his ear that make his cock throb with need and he can feel Danny’s low, self-satisfied chuckle against his throat as Danny licks, sucks and nips in all the right spots, all the while whispering about how good Steve looks and feels and tastes.
Steve notices that he’s driving a little faster than is wise at the moment and eases back. Only to inadvertently speed up again when Danny squeezes his cock harder.
Steve can acutely feel every drop of sweat sliding down his face, knows Danny can taste it as his lips brush over the slick skin.
He can hardly breathe and his whole body feels like a live wire as he struggles to divide his attention between not crashing the car and the delicious sensations Danny’s talented hands are invoking.
Scratch that. Make it his extremely talented mouth.
“Jesus Danny!” Steve gasps, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds before he forces them open again.
Danny’s mouth is hot and wet and Steve’s gripping the wheel so tightly his hands are aching but he can’t loosen his hold. Sparks of pleasure are radiating throughout Steve’s body and his hips are jerking up with involuntary little twitches as he gets closer and closer to climax.
“Danny,” he moans, voice raw and broken and desperate.
“Come for me, babe.” Danny growls and then swallows him to the root and fucking hums and oh God Steve turns the wheel sharply, pulling over and hardly even caring that they end up in a ditch. He bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut and threads his fingers too tightly through Danny’s hair. His hips buck up desperately into that tight, wet heat and “yes, yes, fuck Danny, FUCK!”
Little stars burst behind his eyelids as his orgasm rips through him, so sharp and intense it almost hurts and leaves him breathless and dizzy.
Danny swallows every drop, sucking and licking until Steve has to bat him away from his oversensitive cock.
Breathing heavily, Steve drags Danny up by the hair and kisses him, rough and messy and primal. Danny moans into his mouth, clutches at Steve’s shoulders and takes it as Steve plunders his mouth, greedily licking every trace of his taste from Danny’s mouth.
Finally, they pull back, panting and flushed.
“I am SO getting revenge next time you drive.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Fandom: Hawaii Five 0
“Danny, you gotta be kidding me,”is all Steve can think to say when he feels Danny unzipping his pants while they’re on their way back to HQ after a particularly highly adrenaline-charged end to a case.
“Aren’t you the one who always complains about safety while driving?”
“Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to loosen up and live more dangerously?” Danny retorts as he strokes Steve’s hardening dick with slow, teasing motions.
“Yeah, but, you can’t do this now! You tell me I’m insane!“ Steve protests half-heartedly.
“You want me to stop?”
Danny twists his wrist just right and rubs his thumb over the sensitive head and Steve can’t help but groan and arch up into the contact.
This is reckless and stupid but that’s Steve’s middle name and since when has he ever backed down from a challenge anyway?
“Don’t you dare!” He growls back.
Smirking, Danny unbuckles his seatbelt so he can lean over and whisper huskily in Steve’s ear as he strokes him.
“You love it don’t you? The danger, the rush? It turns you on. God, you’re so hard for me, Steve.”
Steve whimpers his agreement and shifts his hips, trying to get Danny to stroke harder, faster so this can finish quickly, but Danny won’t have that. He’s drawing it out, keeping up a maddeningly slow pace that has Steve’s knuckles turning white on the steering wheel as the pleasure builds steadily higher.
Danny’s other hand is cupping his balls, rubbing them where they’re still trapped inside his pants and it’s too much and not enough at the same time.
Danny’s still murmuring filthy things in his ear that make his cock throb with need and he can feel Danny’s low, self-satisfied chuckle against his throat as Danny licks, sucks and nips in all the right spots, all the while whispering about how good Steve looks and feels and tastes.
Steve notices that he’s driving a little faster than is wise at the moment and eases back. Only to inadvertently speed up again when Danny squeezes his cock harder.
Steve can acutely feel every drop of sweat sliding down his face, knows Danny can taste it as his lips brush over the slick skin.
He can hardly breathe and his whole body feels like a live wire as he struggles to divide his attention between not crashing the car and the delicious sensations Danny’s talented hands are invoking.
Scratch that. Make it his extremely talented mouth.
“Jesus Danny!” Steve gasps, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds before he forces them open again.
Danny’s mouth is hot and wet and Steve’s gripping the wheel so tightly his hands are aching but he can’t loosen his hold. Sparks of pleasure are radiating throughout Steve’s body and his hips are jerking up with involuntary little twitches as he gets closer and closer to climax.
“Danny,” he moans, voice raw and broken and desperate.
“Come for me, babe.” Danny growls and then swallows him to the root and fucking hums and oh God Steve turns the wheel sharply, pulling over and hardly even caring that they end up in a ditch. He bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut and threads his fingers too tightly through Danny’s hair. His hips buck up desperately into that tight, wet heat and “yes, yes, fuck Danny, FUCK!”
Little stars burst behind his eyelids as his orgasm rips through him, so sharp and intense it almost hurts and leaves him breathless and dizzy.
Danny swallows every drop, sucking and licking until Steve has to bat him away from his oversensitive cock.
Breathing heavily, Steve drags Danny up by the hair and kisses him, rough and messy and primal. Danny moans into his mouth, clutches at Steve’s shoulders and takes it as Steve plunders his mouth, greedily licking every trace of his taste from Danny’s mouth.
Finally, they pull back, panting and flushed.
“I am SO getting revenge next time you drive.”