The strangled sudden gasp, when there are two sets of fingers digging into his skin, almost makes him stop. Not because he isn't expecting but because it's entirely possible to hurt him to. But then Danny's words are falling out, baffled and uncertain and just this edge of sound into curiously, almost complimentingly commentary, distracted. Like he's got something better than Steve's head to insult, else to focus on.

And then he's pushing back, getting this snort of a laugh from Steve's mouth. Before Steve is leaning close to Danny. Danny half distracted in newness, pushing down on his hand and then squirming on his hand, muscles shaking throughout Danny's body against his body. Shuddering through Steve this roll of choking black relief, knotted up with arrogant achievement that's getting brighter by the second.

Rolling out of his mouth, dark and menacing, "You sure?"

"I was thinking that this was." The only words to hit the air, before he's taking it for all the encouragement he needs.

His hand moving with only that little warning, before it doesn't stop. Sudden. Faster, harder, deliberate. Once. Twice. Again. The smack of his palm hitting Danny's skin actually beginning to make noise each time now, given the only place his palm can end up, when his finger is all the way back in Danny. He'll get to more fingers in second. He wants Danny back to that soft gasping and shivering now. Again. He wants to shove him into it.