There's a lot of uneven breathing as Steve leans to Danny's side and falls pretty well over. He manages to toss an arm over Danny's waist as he curls against his side and mouths at his shoulder.

"Seriously," Danny says at some point, "seriously, we could have been doing that for months-"

Steve laughs against Danny's skin, sweaty from sex and Steve's mouth, and rubs his thumb across Danny's hip. "We can do it for months from now on," he promises.

"Years," Danny corrects him. "Years and years of that, that's what I'm talking about. That's the kind of sex I want to be having for the rest of my life." There's a drawn-out pause before he adds, "I have literally no brain-to-mouth filter after sex, so please ignore what I'm saying right now."

"What, like you have such an effective brain-to-mouth filter the rest of the time? Like you're not always just spitting out whatever's crossing your mind-"

"Not true, Steven, or I would have told you exactly what you look like in those tight shirts and cargo pants and we could have gotten to this a lot sooner-"

"What do I like like, hmm?" Steve grins, propping himself up on an elbow so he can look down at Danny. "What would you have said?"

"That you walk around in that clothing that doesn't hide anything, that I can see how you get off on chasing people down, on the adrenaline, and it makes me want to do insane shit like go down on you in the car after we cuff the bastard we're chasing because I can see how it makes you half-hard in your pants and I just want my mouth on your-"

"Jesus," Steve breathes as he leans in to crush his mouth to Danny's. "Okay, yeah, that would have gotten us here a lot sooner."

Danny shrugs a shoulder. "We're here now."

"Mhmm," Steve agrees. "We're here now."