Coming Home
(mild sexual content)
One of Danny's favorite things was to come home to Steve and find him asleep in bed. He often paused in the doorway, watching his lover sleep for a moment, sprawled on his stomach, taking up most of the bed. The blonde stripped and crawled across the bed, pressing his lips to the middle of Steve's bare back. Steve stirred sleepily as Danny covered his body with his own. Steve's voice was hoarse. "You're back."
"Mmmhmm. Love to come home and find you here in our bed babe." Danny sighed and dragged his lips down his lover's spine. Steve arched his back, thrusting his ass up, and Danny obliged, following Steve's invitation.
Steve moaned as Danny let his hand wander between his thighs. "Fuck, Danny…"
Once Steve was open and begging for him, Danny slid inside, gritting his teeth at the sweet heat and pressure of sliding into Steve. The blonde made love to his lover with his body and his words until Steve couldn't hold it together anymore, tipping over the edge with a hoarse cry that echoed through the dim room. Danny intertwined his fingers with Steve's and drove into him, emptying inside him with a harsh groan as he whispered, "mine," into Steve's ear and felt his lover shudder.