Group Dynamics
This is just a mass of porn. This is porn within porn. This is pornception. For day 2 of mmom, unbeta-d. Also it's like three am when I'm posting this, there are more than likely mistakes.
Group Dynamics
NC-17 | Chin/Danny/Kono/Steve | ~1,400 words
The team have a productive work day.
It’s usually Kono who initiates things, because if you put three grown men and Kono into a room together it’s still a contest as to who’s horniest at any given time. She moves behind Danny and digs her strong fingers into the knots on his shoulders, humming in that soft, absentminded way she does when she thinks she’s being clever. Just for the sake of stubbornness Danny lets himself tense up more for a second, but Kono isn’t fooled. She coaxes all the fight out of him until he feels like his spine doesn’t quite extend up his neck.
His head falls back into Kono’s hands, letting his eyes half close to the sight of Steve and Chin trying to look uninterested. Chin’s slightly better at it, considering that all his faces are stern anyway. A contented, breathy noise bubbles up from Danny’s throat, half intentional,and Steve gives up the gambit entirely, snapping to attention. Danny feels Kono’s lips curved into a smile as she kisses his temple. He turns his face towards her, grins, and lifts his lips to hers for a real kiss.
“We have paperwork,” Danny says, halfheartedly.
Steve snorts.
“Shush,” Kono demands, letting the ridges of her teeth just barely brush Danny’s lip, and he’s never been one to refuse a lady. “Cuz, you wanna come help me, here?”
Danny still can’t get over that instinctive little flinch when she calls him cousin in bed, they’ve never really explained if they’re blood related or island related, but Danny chooses to believe the latter, even if Chin shares his wince. They all know how much he likes it, even if he pretends not to.
“‘Course,” Chin says, standing, and Danny cans see that he’s already hard and probably has been since Kono got that look on her face the other three of them dread and look forward to at the same time. Danny has just enough time to scoot back in his chair before Chin’s leg is pushing between the two of his, his thigh settling up against Danny’s crotch, just short of painful while Chin himself is pushing his way into Danny’s space, kissing him in a way that is scarily similar to Kono, but with more stubble. He can feel Kono pressing light kisses against his jaw, sees her hand tangle in Chin’s hair at the base of his neck. Sometimes he feels like they’re a couple of dolls that Kono mashes together while she makes smooching noises, which is a surprisingly apt metaphor for just about his entire life where Kono is concerned.
Danny’s hands settle on Chin’s hips, urging him closer without outright pulling him, because Danny is a fucking gentleman, pardon the pun. He hears a zipper being undone and his first thought is that it might be his, because Chin’s pants are still on and Kono generally likes to announce it when she gets naked.
“You forget about me?” Steve says, and when Danny looks, tilting his head so he can see and still have his tongue in a very obliging Chin’s mouth, McGarret is sprawled out in his chair, lazily stroking his cock. He smiles when he catches Danny’s eye.
“Ignore him,” Chin growls, crawling the rest of the way up onto Danny’s lap, and yes, okay, that is something he can most definitely do. Steve, who’s Steve? Steve is the guy who is loudly and very fakely groaning in the corner of the room.
“Really?” Danny breaks away just long enough to ask him.
Steve throws his head back, showily fucking up into his hand. The tendons in his neck are rock hard, covered with a sheen of sweat that Danny would probably be licking off right now if McGarret weren’t so fucking childish.
“You are literally an attention whore,” Danny says, trying to focus on something other than the way Chin is squirming in his lap. Kono puts her hands on either side of Danny’s head and swivels him around so he’s facing Chin again. “Focus, Williams.”
“Sorry,” Danny tells Chin, breathing the word against his jaw.
“No worries,” Chin says, laughing as he arches up, letting Danny slide his pants down his thighs. Steve continues his bad porno moans in the corner of the room, but Danny loses track of them in the taste of Chin’s neck and the way Kono’s hands are slowly unbuttoning his shirt, the weight of her pressed up against his back. Chin’s hands smooth down his front, taking time to tickle down his sides while Kono undoes his belt. Danny gets his hand around Chin’s cock and not a second later Kono is kissing the back of his neck while she takes his in hand, moving in the rhythm that Chin sets, fucking in and out of Danny’s hand.
If Danny was still paying attention to Steve, he might have noticed that his noises have lost their fake, porn star quality and have lapsed back into the soft, almost unnoticeable sounds of desperation that Danny really enjoys hearing him make. Whiny little gasps that mean he’s flushed and writhing and so close to coming that you can taste it in his mouth. He’s almost ready to take pity on him, but that would mean giving up the best seat in the house, sandwiched between Kono and Chin, and he’s just not willing to do that. The least he could do, however, is put on a better show for him.
“Get down,” Danny tells Chin. “C’mon,” he says, when Chin looks like he’s going to protest. Kono seems to know what he’s getting at though, and lets go of him as Chin moves back, standing on shaking legs. Danny slides out of the chair and onto his knees in front of him, and Chin shudders, putting a steadying hand on Danny’s shoulder. Danny appreciates Chin not messing up his hair, seeing as he’s the only one that takes the precaution. He relates his gratitude by sucking the head of Chin’s cock into his mouth, nearly smiling when Chin, Steve and Kono groan.
“Jesus, Danny,” Chin says, his fingers digging into Danny’s skin. Danny hums, trying to remind Chin that he doesn’t talk with his mouth full, and somewhere off to the side, Steve makes a choked sounding noise that might just be Danny’s name. Danny takes Chin deeper into his mouth, slowly, feeling the soft ache in his jaw. He hasn’t done this in a while, surprisingly, but Chin doesn’t seem to mind his pace. His hand moves to the back of Danny’s neck, curling just below his hairline. Danny bobs his head back, and he remembers just how much he likes the thick slide of flesh on his tongue, the way he can feel Chin quake and curse around him. He sees just how fast he can comfortably go, what kind of sounds he can wring out of Chin. The results are low and gritty and Chin comes in Danny’s mouth not long after, both of his hands on him now, like he’s holding on for dear life.
Danny pulls back and grins up at Chin, because, yes indeed, he’s a sex king. Chin smiles blearily back, his face happy and hazy. He slides his thumb over Danny’s lip, fingers sweeping under his ear.
“C’mere,” Kono says from somewhere behind him, her voice husky. That’s all the prompting Danny needs to get off his knees, okay, ow, that’s going to be sore tomorrow. Kono’s standing there, her mouth hot on his in a second, her body in Danny’s hands. She’s in just her bra now, and Danny can feel her pants slide off one ankle when she lifts her legs into his arms, letting him cradle her against him until he can stumble into a wall to help take her weight, she’s light, but he’s old and he just knows this is going to fuck up his knee. Not like that’s going to stop him.
He slides into her easy, Steve wasn’t the only one who liked what they saw, she’s wetter than Danny knew she could be and she rocks down on him before he can quite get his bearings. His back hurts and their angle is bad for anything more than grinding, but fuck is it hot. Danny comes before he’s steady enough to know which way is up and Kono follows just after, biting down on his shoulder and clenching around him so tightly it’s almost painful. Danny goes down slowly, crouching on the floor with Kono a warm weight in his lap. She’s smiling into his neck.
“Well,” Steve says, always obnoxious. “I’d say we’ve had a productive work day. Seems like we might as well go home early.”
“Y’know,” Danny says, chuckling. “For once we agree.”
~
Group Dynamics
NC-17 | Chin/Danny/Kono/Steve | ~1,400 words
The team have a productive work day.
It’s usually Kono who initiates things, because if you put three grown men and Kono into a room together it’s still a contest as to who’s horniest at any given time. She moves behind Danny and digs her strong fingers into the knots on his shoulders, humming in that soft, absentminded way she does when she thinks she’s being clever. Just for the sake of stubbornness Danny lets himself tense up more for a second, but Kono isn’t fooled. She coaxes all the fight out of him until he feels like his spine doesn’t quite extend up his neck.
His head falls back into Kono’s hands, letting his eyes half close to the sight of Steve and Chin trying to look uninterested. Chin’s slightly better at it, considering that all his faces are stern anyway. A contented, breathy noise bubbles up from Danny’s throat, half intentional,and Steve gives up the gambit entirely, snapping to attention. Danny feels Kono’s lips curved into a smile as she kisses his temple. He turns his face towards her, grins, and lifts his lips to hers for a real kiss.
“We have paperwork,” Danny says, halfheartedly.
Steve snorts.
“Shush,” Kono demands, letting the ridges of her teeth just barely brush Danny’s lip, and he’s never been one to refuse a lady. “Cuz, you wanna come help me, here?”
Danny still can’t get over that instinctive little flinch when she calls him cousin in bed, they’ve never really explained if they’re blood related or island related, but Danny chooses to believe the latter, even if Chin shares his wince. They all know how much he likes it, even if he pretends not to.
“‘Course,” Chin says, standing, and Danny cans see that he’s already hard and probably has been since Kono got that look on her face the other three of them dread and look forward to at the same time. Danny has just enough time to scoot back in his chair before Chin’s leg is pushing between the two of his, his thigh settling up against Danny’s crotch, just short of painful while Chin himself is pushing his way into Danny’s space, kissing him in a way that is scarily similar to Kono, but with more stubble. He can feel Kono pressing light kisses against his jaw, sees her hand tangle in Chin’s hair at the base of his neck. Sometimes he feels like they’re a couple of dolls that Kono mashes together while she makes smooching noises, which is a surprisingly apt metaphor for just about his entire life where Kono is concerned.
Danny’s hands settle on Chin’s hips, urging him closer without outright pulling him, because Danny is a fucking gentleman, pardon the pun. He hears a zipper being undone and his first thought is that it might be his, because Chin’s pants are still on and Kono generally likes to announce it when she gets naked.
“You forget about me?” Steve says, and when Danny looks, tilting his head so he can see and still have his tongue in a very obliging Chin’s mouth, McGarret is sprawled out in his chair, lazily stroking his cock. He smiles when he catches Danny’s eye.
“Ignore him,” Chin growls, crawling the rest of the way up onto Danny’s lap, and yes, okay, that is something he can most definitely do. Steve, who’s Steve? Steve is the guy who is loudly and very fakely groaning in the corner of the room.
“Really?” Danny breaks away just long enough to ask him.
Steve throws his head back, showily fucking up into his hand. The tendons in his neck are rock hard, covered with a sheen of sweat that Danny would probably be licking off right now if McGarret weren’t so fucking childish.
“You are literally an attention whore,” Danny says, trying to focus on something other than the way Chin is squirming in his lap. Kono puts her hands on either side of Danny’s head and swivels him around so he’s facing Chin again. “Focus, Williams.”
“Sorry,” Danny tells Chin, breathing the word against his jaw.
“No worries,” Chin says, laughing as he arches up, letting Danny slide his pants down his thighs. Steve continues his bad porno moans in the corner of the room, but Danny loses track of them in the taste of Chin’s neck and the way Kono’s hands are slowly unbuttoning his shirt, the weight of her pressed up against his back. Chin’s hands smooth down his front, taking time to tickle down his sides while Kono undoes his belt. Danny gets his hand around Chin’s cock and not a second later Kono is kissing the back of his neck while she takes his in hand, moving in the rhythm that Chin sets, fucking in and out of Danny’s hand.
If Danny was still paying attention to Steve, he might have noticed that his noises have lost their fake, porn star quality and have lapsed back into the soft, almost unnoticeable sounds of desperation that Danny really enjoys hearing him make. Whiny little gasps that mean he’s flushed and writhing and so close to coming that you can taste it in his mouth. He’s almost ready to take pity on him, but that would mean giving up the best seat in the house, sandwiched between Kono and Chin, and he’s just not willing to do that. The least he could do, however, is put on a better show for him.
“Get down,” Danny tells Chin. “C’mon,” he says, when Chin looks like he’s going to protest. Kono seems to know what he’s getting at though, and lets go of him as Chin moves back, standing on shaking legs. Danny slides out of the chair and onto his knees in front of him, and Chin shudders, putting a steadying hand on Danny’s shoulder. Danny appreciates Chin not messing up his hair, seeing as he’s the only one that takes the precaution. He relates his gratitude by sucking the head of Chin’s cock into his mouth, nearly smiling when Chin, Steve and Kono groan.
“Jesus, Danny,” Chin says, his fingers digging into Danny’s skin. Danny hums, trying to remind Chin that he doesn’t talk with his mouth full, and somewhere off to the side, Steve makes a choked sounding noise that might just be Danny’s name. Danny takes Chin deeper into his mouth, slowly, feeling the soft ache in his jaw. He hasn’t done this in a while, surprisingly, but Chin doesn’t seem to mind his pace. His hand moves to the back of Danny’s neck, curling just below his hairline. Danny bobs his head back, and he remembers just how much he likes the thick slide of flesh on his tongue, the way he can feel Chin quake and curse around him. He sees just how fast he can comfortably go, what kind of sounds he can wring out of Chin. The results are low and gritty and Chin comes in Danny’s mouth not long after, both of his hands on him now, like he’s holding on for dear life.
Danny pulls back and grins up at Chin, because, yes indeed, he’s a sex king. Chin smiles blearily back, his face happy and hazy. He slides his thumb over Danny’s lip, fingers sweeping under his ear.
“C’mere,” Kono says from somewhere behind him, her voice husky. That’s all the prompting Danny needs to get off his knees, okay, ow, that’s going to be sore tomorrow. Kono’s standing there, her mouth hot on his in a second, her body in Danny’s hands. She’s in just her bra now, and Danny can feel her pants slide off one ankle when she lifts her legs into his arms, letting him cradle her against him until he can stumble into a wall to help take her weight, she’s light, but he’s old and he just knows this is going to fuck up his knee. Not like that’s going to stop him.
He slides into her easy, Steve wasn’t the only one who liked what they saw, she’s wetter than Danny knew she could be and she rocks down on him before he can quite get his bearings. His back hurts and their angle is bad for anything more than grinding, but fuck is it hot. Danny comes before he’s steady enough to know which way is up and Kono follows just after, biting down on his shoulder and clenching around him so tightly it’s almost painful. Danny goes down slowly, crouching on the floor with Kono a warm weight in his lap. She’s smiling into his neck.
“Well,” Steve says, always obnoxious. “I’d say we’ve had a productive work day. Seems like we might as well go home early.”
“Y’know,” Danny says, chuckling. “For once we agree.”
~