This time it earns Steve a sharp nip to his earlobe and Danny’s hand moving away from his dick to yank his shorts down to his thighs. Then Danny fumbles with the buttons on the fly of his boxers – Steve has given him so much shit for owning silk underwear but right now he couldn’t care less – and finally his cock is sliding against Steve’s skin, slipping up the crack of his ass and leaving a sticky trail on the small of his back.
Danny bites at Steve's shoulder, at his throat, sucks Steve's earlobe back into his mouth to tease at the scar tissue with teeth and tongue and just the right pressure (Steve's glad he had to take out the earring because he's pretty damn sure that if Danny was tugging on it right now Steve would've shot his load embarrassingly fast).
And the whole time the motherfucker is rolling his hips and jacking Steve's cock wickedly slow. Like he knows he's got Steve exactly where he wants him for precisely as long as he wants. Danny rolls his hips forward again and again, moaning right in Steve's ear when the contact gets too much, and fuck, that is just playing dirty.
“Danny.”
“You want something, babe?” Danny says, and Steve can tell the bastard is grinning by the stretch of his lips against Steve’s skin.
Steve reaches a hand back and vindictively musses Danny’s hair. “Quit playing around.”
“Quit playing around, huh? Why would you say that to me? I have been the perfect gentleman.” Danny punctuates his sentence by biting down on Steve’s shoulder again, hard enough to cause a spike of pain, and then presses a kiss to the same spot.
Steve snorts. “You sure about that?
“I’m sure. Dead certain. One hundred percent positive.”
"Well, then, who am I to argue? Sir," Steve adds, just for the hell of it.
Danny growls and uses his free hand to give Steve a sharp pinch. “You are nothing but trouble,” he complains. “It’s not enough that I let you drive my car, because you are a crazy freak with control issues – not a garden variety control freak but a crazy freak with control issues. And now I can’t talk to anybody from back home without prior approval? I do not think so, sweetheart.” Danny twists his wrist, making Steve curse and buck his hips and completely lose the comeback he’d had on the tip of his tongue.
“Right now I should be sleeping instead of giving you an abject lesson in trust,” Danny continues, and then pauses to suck on Steve’s neck some more.
“I feel for you, buddy,” Steve says, grinning when Danny sputters in annoyance.
The Jackass 6/? (NSFW)
Danny bites at Steve's shoulder, at his throat, sucks Steve's earlobe back into his mouth to tease at the scar tissue with teeth and tongue and just the right pressure (Steve's glad he had to take out the earring because he's pretty damn sure that if Danny was tugging on it right now Steve would've shot his load embarrassingly fast).
And the whole time the motherfucker is rolling his hips and jacking Steve's cock wickedly slow. Like he knows he's got Steve exactly where he wants him for precisely as long as he wants. Danny rolls his hips forward again and again, moaning right in Steve's ear when the contact gets too much, and fuck, that is just playing dirty.
“Danny.”
“You want something, babe?” Danny says, and Steve can tell the bastard is grinning by the stretch of his lips against Steve’s skin.
Steve reaches a hand back and vindictively musses Danny’s hair. “Quit playing around.”
“Quit playing around, huh? Why would you say that to me? I have been the perfect gentleman.” Danny punctuates his sentence by biting down on Steve’s shoulder again, hard enough to cause a spike of pain, and then presses a kiss to the same spot.
Steve snorts. “You sure about that?
“I’m sure. Dead certain. One hundred percent positive.”
"Well, then, who am I to argue? Sir," Steve adds, just for the hell of it.
Danny growls and uses his free hand to give Steve a sharp pinch. “You are nothing but trouble,” he complains. “It’s not enough that I let you drive my car, because you are a crazy freak with control issues – not a garden variety control freak but a crazy freak with control issues. And now I can’t talk to anybody from back home without prior approval? I do not think so, sweetheart.” Danny twists his wrist, making Steve curse and buck his hips and completely lose the comeback he’d had on the tip of his tongue.
“Right now I should be sleeping instead of giving you an abject lesson in trust,” Danny continues, and then pauses to suck on Steve’s neck some more.
“I feel for you, buddy,” Steve says, grinning when Danny sputters in annoyance.
“I… That is… You never learn.”