He's too close not to catch some of it. Like the second Danny goes still, goes from pushing into him to pulling back a little. That whole movement caught between his own body and the fingers tracing down Danny's spine. When Steve can hear Danny's breath seemingly stop almost in the middle of speeding up. Feel it against his lips. It might not, but his heart definitely does pick up suddenly.
"Seriously?" Steve raised his eyebrows. A little wary, but more confused about the strange set of words. It's less a comment thrown to up the whole of the ludicrous head nod to Steve being owned by a piece of a clothing. And like. He doesn't know. The desperate, almost apologetic set aside of the whole subject. The whole existence of the pants happening at Steve, at all.
Like somehow Steve wasn't saying he liked them. Hadn't been very clear about that. Earlier or right now.
When he doesn't know what Danny's saying, why or how that sentence, and can only attempt to rib him slightly more about it.
Thicken up the obvious smugness, and let his fingers fan out, across the flat of Danny's spine and the curve of skin, tug him closer. Because. Okay. He did not imagine Danny grousing about him wearing clothes, and staring at him with bright eyes blown electric, mumbling his name into his skin like the words was more than air, fingers digging into Steve's hips, holding him so tight and close. "You saying they haven't done anything good for you today?"
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:27 am (UTC)"Seriously?" Steve raised his eyebrows. A little wary, but more confused about the strange set of words. It's less a comment thrown to up the whole of the ludicrous head nod to Steve being owned by a piece of a clothing. And like. He doesn't know. The desperate, almost apologetic set aside of the whole subject. The whole existence of the pants happening at Steve, at all.
Like somehow Steve wasn't saying he liked them. Hadn't been very clear about that. Earlier or right now.
When he doesn't know what Danny's saying, why or how that sentence, and can only attempt to rib him slightly more about it.
Thicken up the obvious smugness, and let his fingers fan out, across the flat of Danny's spine and the curve of skin, tug him closer. Because. Okay. He did not imagine Danny grousing about him wearing clothes, and staring at him with bright eyes blown electric, mumbling his name into his skin like the words was more than air, fingers digging into Steve's hips, holding him so tight and close. "You saying they haven't done anything good for you today?"