Danny kisses back just as hard because he's never purported to be the kind of guy who's strong enough to look the possible end of his relationship in the eye and not falter. Danny buries his fingers into Steve's hair as desperately as he can, trying not to let it show on his face as he kisses Steve back, on his toes to get closer. "Fuck," he exhales raggedly. "You have to do this. It's your Dad, Steve. It's your Dad," he murmurs, grabbing his piece and hauling Steve by the shirt towards the front door, handing him the keys.