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When the morning sunlight comes spilling into his room, Danny makes a muffled noise of protest as he rolls back onto his stomach and starts to regret asking Steve to put in windows. Sure, windows are great and they let the light in and now he feels like he lives in a home and not a shack, but in the morning, now he just feels grumpy and glared on.

Danny rolls onto his back and sighs, staring at the ceiling and glancing at the wall to his side that separates his room from Steve's. Usually he just knocks on it and asks if Steve wants breakfast, but Danny's got a full day with a shift at the IPD and then over to the Children's Office. Not to mention, he does want to see some people about house repairs. So, it's a long day, and he'd still like to squeeze in Date Number Six.

He finally coaxes himself out of bed. The sooner he gets to the office, the sooner he gets back for dinner. He knows he's going to be around little ones inevitably, so he doesn't go for the tie, getting an old Jets football jersey and sliding it on atop a pair of worn-in jeans. Yeah, he's gonna catch hell, but he learned his lessons about ties around babies when Grace was tiny.

He makes a note to pick up hair gel when he comes back because his hair is flyaways and tears, no order to it as he starts making noise to tell Steve that he's up. "Hey! I'm making fruit for breakfast. You know, just like every other day, since you haven't put a stove in for me!" he shouts, voice escalating on every word.

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Steve's hard for it now, literally aching, and he loses all center of balance the minute Danny swallows him down, into the wet heat of his mouth. His elbow slips and his head falls back, one hand gripping at the bedsheets as the other cups the back of Danny's head. Steve sucks in a deep breath, but when he exhales, it all comes out in one long groan. "Oh, God - Danny, where did you even - "

Well, now, this is all a very good start, a good beginning. Danny doesn't want to just make it so quick and dry. So he eases off and smirks up at Steve, popping his thumb into his mouth and sucking on it for a long minute before he drags it underneath Steve's dick and lets that overwhelm him for a second.

Then it's back to his mouth, taking him deep again and breathes hot before giving a slow hum to add vibration, drawing back away and sucking fast and hard at the head.

It's almost impossible for him to distinguish between sensations at first. His mind is so overwhelmed by it, his body giving in to it, to everything Danny is doing to him, that for a minute all Steve can do is succumb to making noises of approval, hips occasionally spasming before he can control himself. He doesn't want this to end too soon.

He hisses through gritted teeth, the heels of his feet bumping against the floor when he lifts his legs once and then lets them fall again as he struggles not to rock under Danny's sucking.

Danny reaches up and presses both palms flat against Steve's hips to press more than a considerable amount of pressure there to get him to stop moving. Sure, he knows that he's enthusiastic, but Danny's got this in hand (so to speak) and Steve need not 'help'. "Stop it," Danny growls, when he eases away, before going right back to it, his bend forward getting a little deeper.

"Sorry," Steve manages, around another moan, and wills his entire body to fall still. It works, for the most part, even as he grabs a tighter fistful of the sheets to try and channel some of his tension elsewhere. "I just - I don't want to - not yet, Danny."

Well, if Steve had just said that in the first place...

Danny eases away and slides his way up Steve's body, straddling him again to occupy himself with slow kisses. His knee is twinging, but barely, and he's more occupied with his hard-on pressing against Steve's hip, straining the boxers.

Steve makes a small noise of happiness against Danny's lips, his own hips rolling up again, and these boxers might even be a size too big, they're from the clothes box after all, but right now they couldn't feel more restrictive, and he starts busying himself with getting them off as fast as possible, hands trembling as he struggles to push them down.

Danny feels a bit lazy already and he grins, sliding to his knees to give Steve room to undress, inching back down to his knees when he's given Steve a momentary reprieve. He lays his tongue flat and repositions himself, going right back to work, tightening the suction of his lips against Steve's dick and closing his eyes as he indulges.

"Now," Steve murmurs, struggling to speak evenly, even as he cranes his neck in order to look down the length of his own body, his chest rising and falling erratically as he fights his own moans, "when are you going to let me return the favor and then some?"

Danny just purses his lips together, placing a kiss to the very tip of Steve's dick, like it needs its own love too, and casts his eyes up to Steve's face. "You haven't come yet. You're not even allowed to think about retribution til you come."

"You want me to?" Steve asks, almost taking it as a challenge the longer he looks at Danny, drawing his lower lip in underneath his teeth, shifting his weight up to prop himself on both elbows. "Because it's not going to take much at all now, Danny. Not much at all."

Danny grins as he shifts back onto the bed and widens his legs. He's still got his boxers on and he positions himself just in the right place so that when he rocks down, he catches a little bit of friction, but mostly he's giving Steve the edge that he needs. "Come on. We're young. We got more than one round in us."

Steve groans, head tipping back, one arm reaching around, his hand sliding down the length of Danny's back and lower, to cup his ass and squeeze, as his hips arch up to create a slow rocking motion and he leans in to kiss his partner again, his groans rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer. "Fuck, Danny."

Danny tips his head to one side to draw out the kiss. It's been a long time since he's done this, a long time, and he's not even talking about sex with a guy. He hasn't had sex, period, since he and Rachel had the quickie before the divorce. So yeah, it's been a long time. By the time Steve is on edge, Danny is panting desperately, kissing him harder.

He can't keep up the kiss, not now, but he's still breathing against Danny's lips, eyes squeezed shut, hips thrusting and rolling, and it's almost enough and then Danny's there, rocking down against him and wanting this just as bad. It's all too much, and Steve comes with a shout, the sound muffled when he bites down on his own lower lip, chin tipping back.

Danny doesn't let Steve get too far away. He chases after him, mounting his body a little further and kissing him again, just when he's trying to get hold of himself again. "God," Danny exhales shakily. "Trust you to excel at sex, too."

"What, this?" Steve asks, his chuckle just as shaky as he tries to slow his heartbeat, breathing in deep, his hand cupping the back of Danny's neck to draw him in close. "Thought we were just getting started, Danno."

"Oh, trust me, we are," Danny breathes out giddily, leaning in to press a slow kiss to Steve's lips, digging through the lube and condoms with trembling fingers. He's so goddamn hard it hurts and Danny, honest Danny, feels the need to be truthful. "And I haven't had sex in like, three years," he goes on, uncapping the lube and slicking it on his fingers as he shoves his hand between Steve's thighs to get him ready.

Steve isn't as rusty when it comes to the act itself, but he's not going to let on to that fact when Danny's still on top of him. Somehow it doesn't feel like the right time to be that honest. He runs a lazy hand over his chest, loose and relaxed, then grabs his shirt to clean off his stomach, laying back when Danny nudges a hand between his legs. "This the part where you teach me?"

"Actually, this is the part where I get off," Danny admits, sounding a little pained, which might have something to do with the fact that he has been desperately hard since they started and again, three years. He shoves his boxers off in a hurry, getting a condom on and stroking a little lube for himself as well while he gets two fingers inside of Steve and starts to make a little room.

Steve tenses a little, at first, because while he and Catherine had been willing to get adventurous, this was one they'd never even attempted, but a few more beats pass and he relaxes again, groaning when Danny's fingertips brush against something and a wave of warmth spirals out from his lower half. "Oh, do that again," he sighs, because the more Danny's fingers work into him, the better it feels.

Danny raises a brow, but he consents to what Steve's asking, shifting back a step so that his fingers brush against the same area again, and then again, and honestly, if Steve gets off twice before Danny does once, he's gonna be a little pissed.

It won't be enough to get him off again, not yet, but it certainly starts to stir him up again, and he tilts his hips upward, bending his knees slightly, looking up at Danny with a wanting expression. "Yeah, yeah, right there."

"You're such a needy bitch," Danny accuses with a smirk, doing that one more time, then he gets a little nasty and puts more pressure, and then, well...then he eases down again and pushes his tongue in just for a moment. He figures Steve's ready for the big leagues after and eases up, sliding his dick in and just rests where Steve seems to like it.

It's a slow push, a gentle burn, and Steve hisses a little, but he's never felt so filled in his entire life, and it's a feeling he can't get over even as it happens, even as he looks down to see Danny's hips pressed flush against his body, and he very nearly whimpers in the back of his throat, scrambling to grab Danny, to touch him, to anything while he's deep inside. "Danny, Danny, oh, fuck," he whines, laying back and resting, leaving himself open for Danny to do the taking.