It's really harder to decide which one shoves at Steve more. That almost desperate whine about how this was impossible. Steve was impossible. They were. Or the way Danny's voice can't even hold still, before he's blowing out words like that. Reckless shards of sound that dig into Steve's skin. Swearing and saying his name. Like Danny can't fight it even, the way it runs at and over everything. Steve is. Even every logical card in his hands.
Steve lifted his head, canting in the direction of Danny, and all his breathless, complaining words. Like his brain wasn't connected at all to that thin threaded voice or the writhing that kept happening under Steve. And Steve, beyond exhilarated in the fact it really is that simple, and that Danny, under him, is proving really every point ever, about driving him crazy, just lets his mouth shoot off. "It can't be both?"
Not that he exactly planned for follow through, which left that a little in free fall.
Not that he actually had a problem with the concept, but it left him amused, watching Danny's face.
Thumb back to stroking the slippery puckered rise of Danny's skin, once his face had lifted. Too dark eyed to actually fill the shoes of the seeming innocence of nonchalance of his posture, as he was waiting for Danny to fill him in on the fact that obviously he wasn't supposed to be talking, or he was disturbed in the head, and wrong.
Even when everything about Danny, except his mouth, said Steve was right. Said Steve could have both of those. Could have everything. Drop his mouth back to Danny's skin, with a flush movement of letting his fingers pull on Danny's skin. Dropping his mouth, but not covering yet. Brushing his lips across the top. Slow, using it to trace the circle of his own lips, before saying. "You already drive me insane."
Drive him crazy. Not distract him. Not get in his way. Not just make a point. Drive him crazy. Beyond thinking, or breathing. Beyond being able to do anything, but let it roll off his tongue, as dangerous a confession as it is an admission and accusation, with such a dark threat and absolutely no barb in it. Losing it on Danny's skin, the way he loses everything else. Every time. Before he drops his his mouth back and pulls hard this time. Dragging his teeth up long the skin, roughened friction without a bite to it, and used his hand to hold Danny's side.
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Date: 2013-03-03 05:09 pm (UTC)Steve lifted his head, canting in the direction of Danny, and all his breathless, complaining words. Like his brain wasn't connected at all to that thin threaded voice or the writhing that kept happening under Steve. And Steve, beyond exhilarated in the fact it really is that simple, and that Danny, under him, is proving really every point ever, about driving him crazy, just lets his mouth shoot off. "It can't be both?"
Not that he exactly planned for follow through, which left that a little in free fall.
Not that he actually had a problem with the concept, but it left him amused, watching Danny's face.
Thumb back to stroking the slippery puckered rise of Danny's skin, once his face had lifted. Too dark eyed to actually fill the shoes of the seeming innocence of nonchalance of his posture, as he was waiting for Danny to fill him in on the fact that obviously he wasn't supposed to be talking, or he was disturbed in the head, and wrong.
Even when everything about Danny, except his mouth, said Steve was right. Said Steve could have both of those. Could have everything. Drop his mouth back to Danny's skin, with a flush movement of letting his fingers pull on Danny's skin. Dropping his mouth, but not covering yet. Brushing his lips across the top. Slow, using it to trace the circle of his own lips, before saying. "You already drive me insane."
Drive him crazy. Not distract him. Not get in his way. Not just make a point. Drive him crazy. Beyond thinking, or breathing. Beyond being able to do anything, but let it roll off his tongue, as dangerous a confession as it is an admission and accusation, with such a dark threat and absolutely no barb in it. Losing it on Danny's skin, the way he loses everything else. Every time. Before he drops his his mouth back and pulls hard this time. Dragging his teeth up long the skin, roughened friction without a bite to it, and used his hand to hold Danny's side.