It's a rush. Insane, washing him out, even when he's holding still. Danny shivers against his mouth, under his chest, in his arms. Hand still tugging, downward at the offending hand holding his. Mouth still tossing out barbed darts, in his name, at his head. All three at once. "Obviously." Steve said it pert and thick with disbelieving sarcasm.
"We've already covered you failed at that." Like Danny was nothing where it came to his control. Totally unneeded.
"Ages ago." The moment he said those words. The moment his lips parted and his fingers fisted in Steve's shirt, like a life line. The moment it took him more than a minute with those two, before Danny could even shove either of them back to ask what the hell had just happened to his world.
Their world. This world. When everything changed in a seconds.
Steve was absolutely fine before all that. If fine was all he was aiming for being.
Fine, and not this stupidly heady, high feeling, that causes him to rub words into Danny's skin, like he can't get enough of it, before propping himself back up. Without actually giving in to doing anything in the slightest, like some smug iota of proof, when Danny is shivering from a seconds' effort.
The cage of his fingers around Danny's one wrist, releasing and dragging down his forearm a few inches. When he can't help and doesn't even pretend there's any remorse going on in him. Because there isn't. There is so very little he actually feels anything untoward about all of this, and hit most of it already.
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Date: 2013-03-02 09:49 pm (UTC)"We've already covered you failed at that." Like Danny was nothing where it came to his control. Totally unneeded.
"Ages ago." The moment he said those words. The moment his lips parted and his fingers fisted in Steve's shirt, like a life line. The moment it took him more than a minute with those two, before Danny could even shove either of them back to ask what the hell had just happened to his world.
Their world. This world. When everything changed in a seconds.
Steve was absolutely fine before all that. If fine was all he was aiming for being.
Fine, and not this stupidly heady, high feeling, that causes him to rub words into Danny's skin, like he can't get enough of it, before propping himself back up. Without actually giving in to doing anything in the slightest, like some smug iota of proof, when Danny is shivering from a seconds' effort.
The cage of his fingers around Danny's one wrist, releasing and dragging down his forearm a few inches. When he can't help and doesn't even pretend there's any remorse going on in him. Because there isn't. There is so very little he actually feels anything untoward about all of this, and hit most of it already.