"Okay," Steve whispers, nipping at Danny's neck before he slides over him again, reaching for one of the condoms by the bed, and at least there's some of this that feels familiar, he thinks, as he rolls it on, fingers slicking over the latex. He kneels between Danny's open legs, grabbing his thighs and tugging him down off the pillows keeping him propped up, and leans forward, hand sliding around his dick as he tries to angle himself.