That's marginally better. That makes the twist in his lungs almost feel like he can breathe past it.
And he makes a show, a faint spectacle of finding the right place to tuck his hand under Danny's side, like he couldn't for the life of him care what's coming out of Danny's mouth. Even though he does. Even though it's like hot water tugging the muscles into his shoulders free.
Danny griping loud and annoyed, like he's not settling back into Steve's arms, relaxing. Like Steve's not going to notice the trashing, wiggling and smacking of blankets or arms, tugging at being restrained back and down a little, actually does not look anything like trying to get free at all.
"You're noisy," Steve said, gruff and low against part of Danny's shoulder and the back of his neck. Against breathing in his skin. Skin that still smelled of sex and sweat, of Steve, and Danny. Danny. His whole bed smells like Danny. It always does. And he buried his nose just a tiny bit more against Danny's neck, even when his words are quiet, but sharply derisive. "What was that? Two-three minutes only?"
And just to push it a little, like he's not stepping on ice, he smothers in easily. "Guess I'll have to go harder you next time."
If he holds his breath just a little, counting the spaces of darkness and silence, after it's nothing, right?
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And he makes a show, a faint spectacle of finding the right place to tuck his hand under Danny's side, like he couldn't for the life of him care what's coming out of Danny's mouth. Even though he does. Even though it's like hot water tugging the muscles into his shoulders free.
Danny griping loud and annoyed, like he's not settling back into Steve's arms, relaxing. Like Steve's not going to notice the trashing, wiggling and smacking of blankets or arms, tugging at being restrained back and down a little, actually does not look anything like trying to get free at all.
"You're noisy," Steve said, gruff and low against part of Danny's shoulder and the back of his neck. Against breathing in his skin. Skin that still smelled of sex and sweat, of Steve, and Danny. Danny. His whole bed smells like Danny. It always does. And he buried his nose just a tiny bit more against Danny's neck, even when his words are quiet, but sharply derisive. "What was that? Two-three minutes only?"
And just to push it a little, like he's not stepping on ice, he smothers in easily. "Guess I'll have to go harder you next time."
If he holds his breath just a little, counting the spaces of darkness and silence, after it's nothing, right?