Disclaimer: Don't own them. They're probably much happier that way.
A/N: Inspired by Donna Summers', "Love to Love You Baby". (Seventeen minutes long – listen, it's hot…)
Warning: Apparently the 'f' word runs rampant throughout the course of this more than a drabble offering...I am not even sure how many times the 'f' word is used, but, it's a lot.
Danny likes to wrestle with Steve. Legs and arms and cocks locked together in a match where both of them come out on top.
He likes to rock and roll his hips, stick his fingers in the crack of Steve's ass and…nudge. He likes the feel of Steve's ass in his hands – kneading, pinching, stroking, fisting.
Mostly though, he likes when they fuck.
"What?" Steve asks, when Danny's stared too long, watching him wake from sleep.
Danny grins. He likes this version of Steve. Early morning stubble, breath that stinks like ass-crack, brow scrunched up in befuddlement.
It's… cute.
It shouldn't be this easy to attribute such an innocent word like, cute, to a hard-as-brass-knuckles-I'd-kill-you-as-soon-as-loo k-at-you Navy SEAL.
But, from where Danny lies beside the man-of-action-killing-machine, it's easy to ascribe many an unseemly attribute to him. Cute, adorable, pretty…
And, when Steve's close-cropped hair is scratching the underside of his chin as he snuggles close to Danny, arms wrapped around him like a little boy with a teddy bear, it's hard not to think of Steve as sweet.
'Course, he won't share any of these insights with the other man, because Danny knows that Steve won't understand what words like cute and pretty and sweet do to him, unless he shows him. Steve isn't a man given to, or moved by, words. Danny is, but he understands his man, thinks that Steve understands him too.
So, Danny grips Steve's hip with one hand and wraps the other around Steve's morning wood, and latches his mouth onto Steve's just as the man lets out a stuttering moan. He rubs the already weeping head of Steve's dick with the tip of his thumbnail and gently squeezes the shaft.
Steve's eyes close and his back arches, and he draws his knees up alongside Danny, planting his feet to anchor them. Danny's tongue plunges into Steve's mouth, stealing the next moan before it's fully formed.
Danny's hand is sliding up and down Steve's cock, slick with pre-cum, and Danny is losing himself in the erratic rhythm when Steve shudders and his hands fly to Danny's cock, fumbling their way to wrap around the shaft, fingers finding and fondling Danny's balls. Steve's eyes close and his back arches up off the bed.
"Fuck," Danny breathes out. "Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck…" He's seeing stars behind his own closed eyelids and Steve is cute and pretty and hot-as-holy-fuck. The man's a living, breathing muscle-bound teddy bear.
Danny's going to have carpal tunnel by the time he's done, but fuck, fuck, fuck. Steve's hands are making quick work of him, but then Steve stops, and begs, without words, just pantomimes, hands gripping Danny's other wrist and drawing it to his bared ass.
Steve's grunting like a jungle monkey, and Danny spits on his fingers, slips them inside of his lover. They've done this before, but each and every time Danny almost loses it when he brushes against Steve's prostate and the man whimpers and starts to plead with him.
"Danny, please," Steve's eyes are open now, pupils wide as nickels, teeth digging into his bottom lip, hips raised just enough to make it easy for him. "Gotta, gotta...just…fuck…Danny…"
And hearing his name uttered like that, like it's a fucking prayer, Danny shivers. He pulls his fingers free and then, using Steve's pre-cum, mixed with his own, he applies the ad hoc lubricant, spreading it over his cock. Steve's moved one hand between them, giving Danny permission to focus on himself while he attends to his own erection with long, gentle pulls on his cock.
With Steve's encouragement, the soft, keening, not-quite-words that constitute a supplication, Danny pushes inside of Steve, feels the hard, muscular walls constrict, and give around his cock. It's a welcome feeling, one that Danny hopes will never cease to make him feel like he's the king of the fucking world when he moves inside of Steve.
Steve's breath falters, and he's panting like a mountain gorilla – Danny's watched enough of the Discovery Channel to know what one sounds like.
"Danny, fuck, fuck, ghod, I…I…Daaaannn…o." Steve's voice falters, his mouth opens and closes without making a sound, and then his voice fails him completely.
When the head of Danny's dick pushes and prods against the bundle of nerves inside of him, Steve comes, hard. White, hot and sticky, semen shoots out of Steve in a jerking stream, getting caught in the hairs on Danny's chest as it dots and smears Steve's belly.
Steve's ass tightens around Danny's erection as the man continues to ride out the tail end of his orgasm, and Danny grunts and pants and whimpers. He can't even think straight, just knows that he sounds less like a man and more like something from the animal kingdom.
They should be relocated to a zoo. Relegated to an X-rated exhibit. Caged. No flash cameras. Standing room only. Don't feed, don't touch. Caution: Animals may bite.
And Danny does just that, he dips his head, fastens his teeth onto Steve's collarbone and bites. Steve curses and his fingers dig into Danny's hips with bruising force.
"Steve, Steve, Steve..." the cadence of the single, repeated syllable increases in time to Danny's thrusts. The single syllable starts breaking up into an almost unrecognizable amalgamation of Steve's name as Danny loses himself and comes closer and closer to coming undone, "St…eee…ve…eh…ungh…"
Danny's chuffing and moaning and, fuck, fuck, fuck, he's coming, spilling inside of Steve before he can pull out. Steve urges him to ride out the final throes of his orgasm inside of him, and when he's completely spent, lying sprawled out on top of Steve, unable to move a single muscle, Steve tucks the sheets around them, shifts and slides, wraps his arms around him, and snuggles.
Cute as a fucking button, Danny thinks.
"What was that?" Steve's voice is raspy, and quiet. Deadly.
Shit, was that aloud? Danny stiffens, but when Steve tucks his head beneath Danny's chin, and settles a hand alongside the outer edge of his ass, Danny relaxes. He waits a few seconds longer, until Steve's breathing has evened out.
"Nothing," Danny murmurs sleepily, kisses the tattoo closest to his mouth – the one on Steve's left bicep – and wisely keeps the rest of his thoughts to himself. Cute, pretty, adorable killing machine.
Danny likes this. Fucking, and then falling asleep wrapped up in Steve. Legs and arms entangled. Cocks happy. Sticky cum drying between them like glue.
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