MCA#0, Thursday night

[grenadesandohana]

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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[grenadesandohana]

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

[hatesparadise]

"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.

[hatesparadise]

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.

[grenadesandohana]

Success! Steve would learn nothing from this.

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

[hatesparadise]

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.

[grenadesandohana]

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.

[hatesparadise]

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.

[grenadesandohana]

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

[hatesparadise]

"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."

[grenadesandohana]

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.

[hatesparadise]

"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.

[grenadesandohana]

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

[hatesparadise]

Danny would complain the moment he bumped his bruised hip into something. But for now he was enjoying the moment and doing his best to not get shoved into the side of the couch from the force of it with a little, desperate whine.

[grenadesandohana]

"Oh, God, more like that," Steve murmured, squeezing Danny's ass. "You're perfect."

[hatesparadise]

It was his favorite part of Danny after all, wasn't it?

"Don't want you to stop," Danny sighed, digging his fingers into the arm of the couch to push back and encourage more of that grip on him. "It's all so... so good."

[grenadesandohana]

Easily top three, yeah.

Steve whined at that new sensation and held onto Danny's hips even more tightly. "Close," he finally admitted.

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Danny nodded like that would be good enough for Steve to know he was too. So very close now.

"Please," he managed to get out there.

[grenadesandohana]

"I've got you," Steve murmured, sliding his hand between Danny's leg to get him the last little bit there.

[hatesparadise]

Which meant Danny was very quickly making a complete mess of another couch and his own stomach from that touch. If anyone asked, this week was... great for a number of things. Holding back in the moment? Not one of them.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve only needed to feel Danny to lose his own tenuous grip on control. "Fuck me. That was amazing."

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Danny nodded, still breathing heavily as he tried to calm back down from all of that. "So amazing," he agreed.

[grenadesandohana]

This week was incredible for knocking down some inhibitions.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said, voice raspy.

[hatesparadise]

"Babe," Danny said, shivering a little as he remembered what Steve had said.

[grenadesandohana]

"Too much?" Steve murmured.