The world for a second is a greying-out ribbon of white. That parts only for Danny's mouth, Danny's voice, like no atom of him could ever shut it out. No matter how far or how overwhelming anything else happening to him even for half a second is. Keyed to the sound of Danny voice. Even when it shoots for his center, like that earlier look. Danny gasping his name on an indrawn breath. Danny saying is again, winded and so low, like he can't stop himself.
Steve knows that feeling. Down into his bones, where that voice seeps into all the cracks, threatening to drip in like water, and freeze bigger than it started, tear apart everything he knows to be true. Everything he expects. When all he can do is continue to move against Danny. Slow and steady, watching his face. Even this close. So close his name is being said on his own lips.
In a tone that is so blown and thick with reaction. All of it going to his head, expanding in such a small tight space.
Like being at a too high altitude too long. Not enough air. No way to get it. No willingness to come down.
When all there is are Danny's blue eyes, closing even briefly against all this, and moving against him. Dropping a hand to hitch Danny's leg up a little higher. At his hip. Sliding in closer, closer and firmed, getting rid of space, anything that isn't their bodies, isn't lining up, tucking into Danny, like it's somehow possible to eradicate air from existence, and everything, somehow Danny makes everything feel possible.
When the only thought in his head is making this face never leave Danny's face. Ever. Ever, again. However he can.
Never letting that other face exist. Burning it off until there wouldn't even be smudge mark left to remember it by.
Keeping a set movement of his hips, so much more almost like the rock of a circle. Up and in, drag back, and in, again. But slow, a grinding heat somewhere at the base of his spine, threatening to melt metal with the long, steady burn. The same time as he tips his head, giving Danny an amused, if still intense, "What, Danny?" very purposely acting like his name had been some sort of adress for his attention. Needed for something.
Something other than the friction rushing between bellies, sliding tight and close, right against hard, hot skin and coarse tight curls.
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Steve knows that feeling. Down into his bones, where that voice seeps into all the cracks, threatening to drip in like water, and freeze bigger than it started, tear apart everything he knows to be true. Everything he expects. When all he can do is continue to move against Danny. Slow and steady, watching his face. Even this close. So close his name is being said on his own lips.
In a tone that is so blown and thick with reaction. All of it going to his head, expanding in such a small tight space.
Like being at a too high altitude too long. Not enough air. No way to get it. No willingness to come down.
When all there is are Danny's blue eyes, closing even briefly against all this, and moving against him. Dropping a hand to hitch Danny's leg up a little higher. At his hip. Sliding in closer, closer and firmed, getting rid of space, anything that isn't their bodies, isn't lining up, tucking into Danny, like it's somehow possible to eradicate air from existence, and everything, somehow Danny makes everything feel possible.
When the only thought in his head is making this face never leave Danny's face. Ever. Ever, again. However he can.
Never letting that other face exist. Burning it off until there wouldn't even be smudge mark left to remember it by.
Keeping a set movement of his hips, so much more almost like the rock of a circle. Up and in, drag back, and in, again. But slow, a grinding heat somewhere at the base of his spine, threatening to melt metal with the long, steady burn. The same time as he tips his head, giving Danny an amused, if still intense, "What, Danny?" very purposely acting like his name had been some sort of adress for his attention. Needed for something.
Something other than the friction rushing between bellies, sliding tight and close, right against hard, hot skin and coarse tight curls.