Hawaii 5-0 fic: Don't Speak [Danny/Steve]
Title: Don't Speak
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Wordcount: 627
Warnings: None
Summary: Steve takes care of what's his.
He likes the way Danny shudders and gasps his way through his orgasm. It’s enthralling each and every time. He wonders if he’ll ever tire of it, if maybe the novelty of it will begin to dissipate. But each time it’s like a supernova and Steve knows there’s nothing in this world that’ll manage to rivet his gaze quite as thoroughly as what’s in front of him.
Danny gasps for breath. His skin is hot and sticky, flushed the way it always gets and his chest is heaving beneath the hand Steve has splayed above his heart as warm jets of come splatter across Danny’s stomach.
They don’t speak, both of their gazes fixed on Steve’s hand as he milks every last drop he can from Danny’s sensitive cock. Danny lets out something lost between a moan and a pained sob as his forehead drops onto Steve’s shoulder, like he’s begging Steve to fuck him already, to take what’s his, Jesus fuck.
Steve leans down, kisses that spot below Danny’s ear and nips at his jaw as Danny sucks in deeps breaths like he’s drowning, like he doesn’t know what the fuck is happening to his body. He bites and gets that grunt he always does and soothes the white mark with his tongue. That mouth, though. That’s what he really wants, what he’s aiming for. Coffee and mint, sweet and plush the way it always gets once Steve’s taken control of it, shut all that non-stop complaining that spews out once he’s licked his way good and proper inside him. Danny moans into his mouth, his arms wrapping around Steve’s shoulders and Steve bites down hard on his bottom lip before their tongues slide against each other roughly.
‘Mine,’ he breathes into Danny’s mouth, makes sure to let it sink in, before sucking on his tongue and letting go only to let Danny breathe. ‘Mine,’ he pants into his mouth one last time before Steve pulls back and admires the glassy look Danny gets and the flushed cheeks, before nudging him onto his back.
It’s hot, the white sheets are sticky and splattered with come and the sight of Danny lying there, breathing hard makes him think, fuck it all. He watches Danny for a moment, before his eyes travel down slowly until they rest on his slick and wet hole. He knows Danny’s watching him carefully, waiting for something. It’s clear Danny’s prepared himself in advance, and the image explodes inside his mind. Danny bent over, his fingers shoved up his ass and fingering himself so that Steve doesn’t have to waste time.
Steve lowers himself and dips a finger inside while palming himself with his other hand, notes the way Danny pushes back against his hand, begging for more without asking because he’s a stubborn bastard. By the second finger he’s rocking back and forth. By the third Danny’s shuddery moan breaks through.
‘Come on,’ he pants. ‘I’m ready, Steve. I want it now. Now.’
Yeah, he thinks, we’re ready. He lifts Danny’s leg over his shoulder and he’s sliding in with minimal resistance because this is his and nobody can get this from Danny. Just Steve.
Danny wraps his other leg around him, his heel digging into his lower back. Steve traces a finger over his red-rimmed muscle and he fuckin’ keens a, ‘move, what do you want a fuckin’ personalized invitation,’ and he thinks, later, when they’re panting and spent and yet Danny will still muster the energy to throw a pithy remark, he’ll slide his fingers through the semen covering them and slowly spread it over Danny’s lips, and then lick it right back off.
For now Steve just smiles and begins to thrust.
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Wordcount: 627
Warnings: None
Summary: Steve takes care of what's his.
He likes the way Danny shudders and gasps his way through his orgasm. It’s enthralling each and every time. He wonders if he’ll ever tire of it, if maybe the novelty of it will begin to dissipate. But each time it’s like a supernova and Steve knows there’s nothing in this world that’ll manage to rivet his gaze quite as thoroughly as what’s in front of him.
Danny gasps for breath. His skin is hot and sticky, flushed the way it always gets and his chest is heaving beneath the hand Steve has splayed above his heart as warm jets of come splatter across Danny’s stomach.
They don’t speak, both of their gazes fixed on Steve’s hand as he milks every last drop he can from Danny’s sensitive cock. Danny lets out something lost between a moan and a pained sob as his forehead drops onto Steve’s shoulder, like he’s begging Steve to fuck him already, to take what’s his, Jesus fuck.
Steve leans down, kisses that spot below Danny’s ear and nips at his jaw as Danny sucks in deeps breaths like he’s drowning, like he doesn’t know what the fuck is happening to his body. He bites and gets that grunt he always does and soothes the white mark with his tongue. That mouth, though. That’s what he really wants, what he’s aiming for. Coffee and mint, sweet and plush the way it always gets once Steve’s taken control of it, shut all that non-stop complaining that spews out once he’s licked his way good and proper inside him. Danny moans into his mouth, his arms wrapping around Steve’s shoulders and Steve bites down hard on his bottom lip before their tongues slide against each other roughly.
‘Mine,’ he breathes into Danny’s mouth, makes sure to let it sink in, before sucking on his tongue and letting go only to let Danny breathe. ‘Mine,’ he pants into his mouth one last time before Steve pulls back and admires the glassy look Danny gets and the flushed cheeks, before nudging him onto his back.
It’s hot, the white sheets are sticky and splattered with come and the sight of Danny lying there, breathing hard makes him think, fuck it all. He watches Danny for a moment, before his eyes travel down slowly until they rest on his slick and wet hole. He knows Danny’s watching him carefully, waiting for something. It’s clear Danny’s prepared himself in advance, and the image explodes inside his mind. Danny bent over, his fingers shoved up his ass and fingering himself so that Steve doesn’t have to waste time.
Steve lowers himself and dips a finger inside while palming himself with his other hand, notes the way Danny pushes back against his hand, begging for more without asking because he’s a stubborn bastard. By the second finger he’s rocking back and forth. By the third Danny’s shuddery moan breaks through.
‘Come on,’ he pants. ‘I’m ready, Steve. I want it now. Now.’
Yeah, he thinks, we’re ready. He lifts Danny’s leg over his shoulder and he’s sliding in with minimal resistance because this is his and nobody can get this from Danny. Just Steve.
Danny wraps his other leg around him, his heel digging into his lower back. Steve traces a finger over his red-rimmed muscle and he fuckin’ keens a, ‘move, what do you want a fuckin’ personalized invitation,’ and he thinks, later, when they’re panting and spent and yet Danny will still muster the energy to throw a pithy remark, he’ll slide his fingers through the semen covering them and slowly spread it over Danny’s lips, and then lick it right back off.
For now Steve just smiles and begins to thrust.