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When it comes to early mornings and late nights, Danny doesn't really have a dress code, per se. Sure, he likes wearing dignified things to work and he refuses to go out without a tie if there's work to be done, but when he's just kicking around the house, there's no need for it. He's dressed in a tight black tank-top and a pair of comfortable sweatpants that hug his ass, scissors in hand and a bowl of water being prepared.

Steve doesn't exactly know it yet, but he's about to receive a little intervention of the hair-variety. A little longer and Steve's going to have every emo-child on the block beat out for 'most embarrassing hairstyle'. "Steven," Danny calls out, bending over to pick up some towels. "You busy?"

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"You were all ready to leave for the day," Danny says, practically crowing with amusement as he starts to unbutton his shirt. "You were ready to go out there and look at you now." Danny takes in a pleased little sigh. "All mine."

"Guess you've got to get in what you can before classes start up," Steve murmurs, eyes trailing to follow every newly bared inch of skin that follows Danny's unbuttoning. He crosses the room to him, tugging off his own shirt in the process, and nudges Danny's hands away to finish on the shirt.

Danny's hands find a new home braced against Steve's hips when Steve takes over for him. And okay, so Danny doesn't admit it out loud, but he does this on purpose, the slowness. He likes it when Steve just can't take it anymore and does it for him.

It's a little bit hot (and by a little, Danny means incredibly). "Classes won't take you that long," Danny murmurs, voice low as he leans into Steve's hands. "You're all mine the rest of the time."

Steve shoves the shirt back over Danny's shoulders, palms following to smooth over broad muscle and bone before his fingers dig in and he hauls Danny up against him, kissing him hard and hungry, licking into his mouth.

"You shouldn't even bother putting clothes on when you're alone with me," he whispers, his own voice low and quiet as he starts working on the button and zipper of those ridiculously tight pants.

"I refuse to exist naked," Danny replies when he's not busy trying to practically mark his territory by kissing Steve as hard as he possibly can, fingers pressing harder against Steve's hips and pulling them flush together. He rocks up against Steve to encourage friction, desperate to have more. "Babe, baby," Danny laughs, giddy and a heady thing. "The pants are too tight."

"Take the damn things off," Steve groans, mumbling against Danny's lips. He's fully naked now, grinding against the crotch of Danny's pants and desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, sucking and nipping at Danny's mouth and breaking away to appreciate the way it looks swollen and well-kissed.

Danny lets out a sigh that sounds horribly sad, but he grips at Steve's hands and positions them right where the seams are. "Don't ever tell Rachel I let you do this," he warns, right before he leans in for a deeper kiss. "Rip 'em."

Steve almost grins, a wicked kind of smirk, and he's shaking his head but chuckling through it, low and amused, and he lets his mouth hover over Danny's as he takes the waist of the pants in both hands, thumb hooking along the seam. "My lips are sealed," he promises, biceps flexing as he pulls the pants in two with a loud ripping sound.

Danny swears that he must be so stupidly in love with Steve if he keeps letting him do things like this. Once the pants are off, he kicks off his boxers and throws both arms around Steve's neck to practically lift himself into his grasp, only to tumble them both down to the bed again. Thank god for a good mattress and well-built support.

Steve grunts as they hit the bed, briefly getting the wind half-knocked out of him, but then he realizes he's got a naked and willing Danny in his arms and puts him in a tight bear hug, tangling their legs together, hips grinding slowly against his as he claims his mouth in a deep kiss, slightly sloppy and with lots of tongue.

Danny shifts his arms slightly, enough so that he can splay his palms out over Steve's bare back, tracing his way up to the tattoos. He remembers, then, the tattoo he appreciates more and breaks away from the kiss to grab at Steve's hand, kissing each fingertip before bringing his ring finger to Danny's lips.

He wets them and lets Steve's finger in, slowly wrapping his tongue around the finger and sucking right to the tattoo, darkening the ink.

Steve's mouth falls open as Danny sucks his finger into his mouth, lips sliding all the way down to the tattoo, an audible groan slipping out of his own mouth as he watches his finger slide back out, slick with spit, the ink made darker.

"Best decision," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss Danny's temple as he works his way between Danny's legs and hitches his hips up onto his thighs.

Danny shifts to help Steve along, having moved to pressing slow kisses to Steve's tattoo, staring in wonder at the way his lips look next to the 'DW'. "Have people noticed this?" he asks hoarsely.

"Rachel saw it," Steve admits, thumbing along the curve of Danny's jawline as he presses kisses to that tattoo. "At the baseball game. Kind of hard to miss." He sits back on his heels for a brief second, straining his other hand out to close fingers around the bottle on the nightstand.

Danny shifts back on his haunches to help with the bottle, grabbing it in his hands and swatting Steve away. "No, hold up, lemme show you something," he says excitedly. "You're gonna like this," he promises, slicking up his fingers with the lube.

Steve raises an eyebrow, curiosity mixed with fondness, and runs his hands up the outside of Danny's thighs to his hips, squeezing possessively, watching Danny carefully. "Show me what?" he asks, brow slightly furrowed.

Danny grins at the touch, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve's lips as if to reward him. "Don't touch," he warns before settling on his back on the bed, fingers covered enough so that when he shifts and splays his legs spread-eagle, he can force a hand down there to push inside, two fingers.

Steve sits back on his heels again, tucking his hands under himself to make sure he adheres to Danny's request, watching transfixed, swallowing hard. "That's fucking hot, D," he breathes, unconsciously licking his lips.

"Yeah, thought you'd like this," Danny moans out the words when he brushes against his prostate. He closes his eyes and focuses on getting himself good and slicked, melting against the bed. "You're pretty hot yourself," he breathes out. "Especially when you look at me like that."

Steve's grabbing hold of his own ankles now, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from taking over. "Can't help it," he murmurs. "Want you so bad, all the time, so fucking bad."

Danny gets a little more lube inside him before he shifts forward with both hands to prep Steve, getting in good and close. He's practically nuzzling Steve's neck, as close as he can be -- because he never wants to be too distant from him. "I'm thinking you should come find me when you get the urge. We can sneak off," he teases in a whisper.

"Yeah?" Steve breathes, sighing into Danny's mouth as he leans in, using his hands to brace himself over his body, tilting his head down to kiss him, slow and deep. "I love you, Danny, love you so much and I don't care who knows by now."

Danny grins against Steve's lips. It's been a long, long time since anyone's loved him like this and it makes him feel like he's in a kind of dream. It's been a decade since Rachel loved him like this and he tightens his hold on Steve, breathless. "We can tell whoever you want, I promise," Danny whispers, breathlessly.

"Kiss me," Steve murmurs, and unlike the look he'd given Danny earlier that implied otherwise, there's no roughness or insistence in his movements, just a slow, desperate push of his hips to send him deep into Danny, buried fully before he starts to move, rolling his hips just enough for Danny to really feel it, and Steve groans against his mouth, sliding his arms around him to hold him close.

Danny finds Steve's hand and moves it upwards to bury in his own hair, leaning in and kissing Steve with all he's got -- every last desperate ounce of him pouring into the kiss because he wants Steve to know that he plans on doing everything and nothing with him. "I love you," he murmurs against the kiss. "I love you so much, Steve, I love you."