McGarrett House, Honolulu, Hawai'i [Sunday afternoon]

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Steve had pulled the plastic totes (carefully labeled) and was de-Christmasing the living room while listening to an audio book about the Navy in the Civil War.

Because of course he was.

"How's the kitchen going?" he called in to Danny.

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"I'm getting there," he murmured. Because at least now Danny was kissing a little trail down Steve's chest and stomach on his way to it.

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"We'll both be retired," Steve teased.

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That got him a pretty sharp bite on the thigh. "You're so needy."

And of course Danny said that and paused just long enough for Steve to start a response before he got his mouth on him.

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Steve's response turned into a strangled gasp. "Danny."

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Danny couldn't really be smug in this position, but he was giving it the old college try anyway. He gripped Steve's hips tightly, both for balance and to keep him from doing anything surprising there.

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Steve was being very good and using some of that discipline to stay still. "There you go," he murmured, sliding his hand around to rest on the back of Danny's neck.

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Danny hummed, enjoying that little bit of contact. Made it feel more all about them in the moment.

He started the move slowly, finding the right pace for this position. And he'd say it wasn't because of what Steve said. But it was.

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Steve let out a soft sigh, spreading his legs wider to invite Danny closer.

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Which let Danny take him down a little deeper, hand curling around what he couldn't manage comfortably as he hummed in agreement with what Steve wasn't saying. Because that was still pretty verbose for Steve during sex.

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Steve sighed again, tilting his head up to focus on his breathing as he stared at the ceiling. "God, Danny."

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Danny pulled off with a little gasp, keeping his hand on Steve and moving to make up for it. "Like when you say my name like that."

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"Like how?" Steve asked, smiling down at him.

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"Like I'm the best thing around," Danny said, looking back at him with a little smile.

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"That's because you are," Steve said, "and it's not even close."

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Danny ducked his head, grinning at that like a goofball before he went back to it with some renewed vigor. Because Steve was being a pretty damn good partner with a comment like that.

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"Danny," Steve repeated softly, curling his fingers up into the hair at the nape of Danny's neck.

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Danny hummed again, pushing himself a little for that. He had his things, okay? They involved tattoos, dark hair, and treating him nice.

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Steve adored him, just in a generally low-key, non-demonstrative way. Today, though, he was being a little more vocal.

Eventually he gave Danny's hair a tiny warning tug.

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And that low key way happened in times like this. Between the bickering.

He pulled off with a wet gasp. "How do want?"

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Steve gasped out a laugh. "I have to make my brain work right now?" he teased.

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"Thought you were the guy in charge," Danny joked, kissing Steve's thigh lazily.

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"I'm delegating," Steve said.

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"Delegating," Danny repeated, unable to keep from laughing.

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"Sure," Steve declared.

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"Wow," Danny said instead of debating that, working him with his hand.