Kissing
Steve leaned forward, and Danny tried to move his head back, only to feel his partner's hand tangle in his hair, keeping him still, and the blonde closed his eyes as Steve's lips suddenly claimed his own. The heat from his face felt as though it abruptly drained away, pouring down his spine in a confusing blur of emotions. Steve's lips were soft, warm, and almost tender as they nibbled at his own.
Danny couldn't pull away easily with Steve's hand tangled in his hair, and the blonde felt his body weakening against the slow hungry kiss. His hands reached out instinctively to lie against his partner's chest, seizing Steve's shirt as though he was going to push him away… and then Danny's fingers tightened around the fabric instead, clinging to his partner's shirt.
Steve made a pleased noise, nibbling along Danny's lower lip until he finally elicited a moan from the blonde. He stroked his fingers through Danny's hair possessively. The blonde parted his lips, then moaned as Steve's tongue pushed into his mouth, stroking his tongue. It was strangely intimate, knowing exactly what Steve tasted like, how he felt - warm, and wet, and slightly minty.
Steve finally pulled away, pressing kisses to Danny's nose, his chin, his eyes fiercely possessive now. "Hey…" He sounded breathless, and Danny felt about the same.
"H-huh?"
"You okay?" Steve kissed the tip of Danny's nose again. "I'm not moving too fast?"
"Too f-fast for what?" Danny stammered, his brain feeling oddly fuzzy.
"For doing something about your, ah, situation," Steve said wryly his hands dropping from Danny's face to rest on the slight bulge that was starting to become evident, in spite of the blonde's pants.
Danny flushed slightly at the intimacy. "...Oh."