Steve drags his lips up to Danny’s ear and says, “I jerked off twice yesterday and once today already and it’s not enough.”
“So I’m what, a warm body? Very nice, Steven; très smooth.”
“Don’t tell me we haven’t been headed this way for over a year.”
“OK, no, true, that would be a blatant lie, but…” Steve kisses him again before he can finish his thought, and Danny goes with it, just for a minute, before pulling away again because he has to ask. “Now? Really?”
“Now. Right now.”
So they stumble up to Steve’s room, because it’s roommate etiquette not to fuck on the couch, and Danny pushes into Steve, noses the soft curl of hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, holds him close while Steve comes apart under his hands and his dick and his mouth.
And Danny can't shut off his brain enough to avoid thinking that this is it, the point of no return. They've tipped off the cliff and they're hurtling towards the future and they've done it, in typical McGarrett fashion, without much in the way of insanity-level checks. But the craziest part of all is that Danny wants this. He wants Steve and this house and the family they're making, and he wants Steve to let him have it all.
It's been years since Danny felt like this, the heady combination of sheer terror at the scale of what he's getting into and bull-headed, stubborn certainty that he has to see this through, and when he comes it's like being hit over the head with a two-by-four. His skull aches and his limbs are useless and heavy and he gulps for air, like it's his first time all over again.
MPREG 11/?
“So I’m what, a warm body? Very nice, Steven; très smooth.”
“Don’t tell me we haven’t been headed this way for over a year.”
“OK, no, true, that would be a blatant lie, but…” Steve kisses him again before he can finish his thought, and Danny goes with it, just for a minute, before pulling away again because he has to ask. “Now? Really?”
“Now. Right now.”
So they stumble up to Steve’s room, because it’s roommate etiquette not to fuck on the couch, and Danny pushes into Steve, noses the soft curl of hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, holds him close while Steve comes apart under his hands and his dick and his mouth.
And Danny can't shut off his brain enough to avoid thinking that this is it, the point of no return. They've tipped off the cliff and they're hurtling towards the future and they've done it, in typical McGarrett fashion, without much in the way of insanity-level checks. But the craziest part of all is that Danny wants this. He wants Steve and this house and the family they're making, and he wants Steve to let him have it all.
It's been years since Danny felt like this, the heady combination of sheer terror at the scale of what he's getting into and bull-headed, stubborn certainty that he has to see this through, and when he comes it's like being hit over the head with a two-by-four. His skull aches and his limbs are useless and heavy and he gulps for air, like it's his first time all over again.
Christ, Danny is in so far over his head.