MCA#0, Thursday night

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Steve and Danny, being respectable members of the law enforcement community, had been showing up for work oh so handwavily on time, putting in their time, and then coming home and engaging in...

Well. Cardio.

And since they were closer to forty than they were to their twenties (which they both resented, just a little), neither would be complaining about the island's enhancement to their lives.

Danny had gone out for food and beer and so Steve had taken that time to do a little bit of cleaning (neat freak that he was) and then waited to pounce once Danny came back through the door. And put the beer and pizza down, Steve wasn't a complete Neandrathal.

[OOC: For that guy with the pizza!]

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"Cute, hmm?" Steve laughed. "I was a this tall with half the muscle mass."

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"Cute," Danny confirmed, looking over his shoulder to give Steve a teasing grin.

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"Not that cute," Steve argued, squeezing Danny.

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Danny gasped at that, back arching a little into him. "You're cute now. You--you were cute then."

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Steve let go of Danny temporarily, fumbled with the lube packet, and slicked his fingers up.

Because unlike the film in front of them, they couldn't just cut out the part with the prep. That guy was taking a pounding like a champ.

He put his hand back and moved a little faster. "I don't want to be cute."

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"I like you cute," Danny groaned, starting to lose the plot when Steve was doing that all. And it couldn't be said that the movie was leaving him unaffected either. "Christ, babe--"

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"Give me orders," Steve demanded in the least deferent way possibly ever.

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"Fuck me," he all but begged there, reaching back to press his hand between them to grab hold of Steve.

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Steve answering moan was echoed by the guy on television, whose stamina was proving quite impressive.

"God, yes," Steve gasped, sliding his slicked finger along Danny, up, and in. They'd been busy this week, but it never hurt to check.

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Well, they were professionals there.

Danny pressed back to take those fingers easily because this week was giving them all kinds of energy to do this enough for that. So might as well take advantage, right? "C'mon. That's an order, sailor," he said with a little smirk back at Steve.

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That was really, really working for Steve, judging by the way he kissed Danny back. He twisted his fingers, searching for a very specific spot because he was a perfectionist like that.

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Wouldn't be Steve if he wasn't!

Danny moaned once he found it, digging a heel into the ground next to Steve's foot to press back onto Steve's fingers more firmly. "Babe--"

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"I've got you," Steve said, curling his fingers again. "Gonna take such good care--"

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"You better," Danny said, gasping now as he tried his best to focus. "I want you in me. Fuck me, c'mon."

Of course he'd be bossy even when begging.

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Steve chuckled, then taking a cue from the instructional video, flipped them so Danny was laying on the sofa, stomach down, and Steve was right behind and already sliding inside.

This was probably not what your sneaky ninjas skills were for, Steve.

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No, those ninja skills were not meant for this. But there they were anyway.

"Steven--" Danny began, not even able to get out more than one word of a rant before he was bowing his head forward and trying to focus on his annoyance again when Steve was doing that.

Rant successfully derailed.

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Success! Steve would learn nothing from this.

"You look--" Steve shook his head, out of words. Ridiculously good. Danny looked ridiculously good.

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Why would he need to learn anything from this beyond how he could totally win an argument with sex? At least this week he could.

"God, you feel good," Danny groaned, flushing red as he considered the position he was in and what he hadn't meant to say out loud there.

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Steve's hand slid down to press into the bruise he'd left at the base of Danny's neck. "So do you," he murmured, moving his hips much faster.

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The noises Danny made sounded almost punched out of him as he gripped the cushion of the couch tightly for purchase.

"Steve," he managed, repeating Steve's name in a litany mixed with a variety of swears as he enjoyed feeling of him being in control of it all. Which should shock absolutely no one who paid attention to their usual dynamic.

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"Talk to me," Steve groaned. "What else do you want?"

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"Babe--" Danny gasped, trying to get his knees under him to press back and meet Steve. "I can barely think when you're doin' that. It's just... it's good. You're good. You're so good."

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Steve helped Danny with that leverage with his free hand, then turned Danny's head so he was facing the television. On the screen the fake soldier was absolutely losing his mind being rimmed.

"We're doing that next," he murmured huskily.

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"Fuck," Danny whined, shuddering helplessly at Steve's tone there almost as much as what was promised. "Keep goin'. Gimme all you've got, sailor."

Look, he knew how to wind Steve up and he was going to use it without any shame.

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Sorry in advance about the bruising on your hips, Danny, but Steve was being extremely enthusiastic about following those orders.