A/N: Thank you so much for reviewing and for adding to your favorite/alert list. This drabble varies from the previous ones in that it is in the present tense, as opposed to simple past or present perfect tense. I apologize if anyone finds this incongruity jarring.
"Feel So Good" by Mase and "In Da Club" by 50 Cent
This was bad, he was almost certain of it. Kissing your boss in the car, groping him in an unlit living room, knocking over a lamp as you try to figure out how to make your fingers work properly…none of that can be good.
So, so bad, Danny thinks as he manages to hitch Steve's shirt up far enough so that his hands can touch the warm, taut skin rippling with muscles that shiver beneath his touch.
He almost feels heady with the power that his touch has over Steve, and he uses it to tease, much like he used to do with Rachel. Except, this isn't Rachel, there are no soft, graceful curves to run his hands up and over. There is no give when he pushes. No pert, round breasts to cup or suckle.
The terrain of Steve's body is different, and it sparks something inside of him that he cannot, for the life of him, understand. He just knows that, whatever this is, it's good, and he wants more of it. Now.
Bad is good, he thinks, and I'm going to straight to hell. Don't even bother to pass go to collect that hundred dollars, it'd just burn up anyway.
Reveling in the groan elicited from his featherlike strokes along the SEAL's ridiculously perfect six-pack, he takes advantage of the open mouth, darting his tongue inside, inwardly smiling as Steve moans in pleasure, his hips jerking forward, stomach muscles clenching.
Rachel had always praised his kissing abilities, told him that she could lose herself in one of his kisses and that they left her feeling weak-kneed and dizzy.
He draws Steve's tongue into his mouth, sucking, releasing, and noting textures and flavors, so unlike Rachel or any other woman he'd ever had the pleasure of kissing. Wild, pungent, bitter, spicy…
Steve's mouth is hot and flavorful, strong and yet yielding. Their tongues tango briefly for dominance; Danny's winning out momentarily as Steve's knees buckle when they back into the couch. Tripping, they land, limbs akimbo, atop the cushions, Danny half sprawled on top of Steve, engorged groin pressed to groin.
"Sorry." Danny pants. His attempt to extricate himself from the awkward position thwarted by a restraining arm from Steve.
"This is good," Steve's voice is low and throaty.
"Bu…" Danny's protest is cut off as Steve captures his mouth in a breath stealing kiss.
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