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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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"I don't know if it's come to that yet," Steve says, fingers gripping the elastic and yanking down hard, boxers and pajama pants both coming down, and ultimately, there may be a small tear that occurs, but he's willing to endure the yelling if it means getting Danny naked faster. He lays on his stomach, shimmying up, sliding Danny's legs open.

Danny lies pliant for Steve. It's a miracle what a good night's sleep and getting laid does to Danny. He just smiles happily, doesn't say a word, and he definitely hears the tear. Danny shifts his legs, planting his ankles in the bed, knees twisted inwards. "Did you take notes, baby? Make little diagrams? Or am I gonna coach you through this?"

Steve mouths along Danny's thigh, kissing up to the side of his knee and then back down again, and shrugs one shoulder. "Just tell me what you want me to do, Danny, and I'll do it," he promises, his hand curling around the base of Danny's dick as he wraps his lips around the head, sucking slow and unhurried.

Danny breathes in and then out slowly, pleasure inherent in every last second of it. "I wanna further your education, Master McGarrett," Danny admits and cocks a brow upwards at him. "So how about you crawl up here, get the lube, touch yourself," he drawls. "And then maybe you could push some fingers in me and screw me silly."

"You sure you don't want me down here a little while?" Steve teases, pulling back to let his tongue lick in long, wet swipes along the length of Danny's dick, lips sucking around the head again and then withdrawing with a soft pop. He eventually does as Danny suggests, though, crawling up Danny's body on hands and knees, reaching over him for the lube and leaning down to kiss him as he does.

Danny tips his chin back to indulge in the kiss, spreading his thighs a little further, toes gripping at the bedsheets. "I would love for you to earn a second living down there," Danny admits freely, "but I want you to get the full experience. Then maybe you can go back to showing me how long a Navy SEAL can hold his breath."

"It's been a while," Steve admits, slicking his fingers as he peppers Danny's jawline with kisses, "but last I checked, up to five minutes." He mimics Danny's movement from last night, easing a first and then a second finger inside, almost groaning at how tight that feels, how much better it's going to feel when it's his dick inside Danny instead.

"Okay, Steven, you and me, we're gonna test that out in the water one day," Danny announces with a loud moan ripped through him at even just the mental image of Steve, soaking wet, blowing him and then submerging like some kind of sea-god.

Danny lets his knees fall slightly, spreading them wider. The bad one twinges, slightly, but it gives way when Steve keeps pushing his fingers in. "You feel that? Good," Danny breathes. "Get me nice and slick."

Steve grins at the mere idea, though he's not going to deny that it's a damn good idea to test out if he's ever heard one, but right now, he's focused on Danny here and what this is doing for both of them. He pulls his hand back and squeezes more of the bottle's contents onto his fingers before pressing them back in, slightly crooking them.

"Like that?" he asks, already fairly certain he's on the right track but needing, wanting to hear that validation. "That feels good?"

Danny tips his head back. Without the gel, the fluffy and loose strands fall all over the pillow and he's gonna answer, he really is, but first he's got a pretty loud moan to let loose. "Yeah. Oh fuck, yeah," he breathlessly pants. "Yeah, feels good. Don't have to do too much. I've done this before, I can take it."

"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.

"Okay, we're gonna talk about how you should manhandle with respect," Danny protests as he gets yanked. He ends up draping his good knee over Steve's shoulder, the bad off to the side in the sheets. It gives Steve a nice open path to enter and Danny's got a hand on his own dick as he waits. "You're gonna feel real good, Steve. Just like with Catherine, promise."

"I have nothing but the utmost respect for you," Steve murmurs, smirking visibly, but that all changes when Danny opens up for him, underneath him, and he shifts his hips slightly to the left and presses in, slow and deep and full all in one single thrust, a strangled sound catching in the back of his throat and his body rolling forward. "Oh, God, Danny, better than good."

Danny digs his heel into the bed as he undulates with Steve, stroking himself in time with that first thrust. "Yeah," Danny whispers, breathless and with a stupid grin on his face. "Yeah, it is." He pushes back, just enough pressure to start driving Steve crazy. "Come on, Rambo. Fuck me. Hard."

He should've known that Danny would be insatiable, even when it comes to being screwed right into the mattress, and Steve's all the more grateful for it, because the minute his hips start moving, he doesn't know if they're ever going to be able to stop. He braces a hand up along Danny's head, leaning forward on his knees, driving deep into him with long, smooth thrusts. "You like it hard, Danny?"

"God, fuck, yes," Danny shouts back at Steve, every word its own little moan and gasp and plea. "I like it so hard, Steve, you have no idea, I like it so fucking..." He gasps, pushing back, his knee going higher, the other around Steve's other shoulder and he locks them at the ankles. He practically rocks, now, jacking off while he gets fucked.

Between the practically pornographic sounds spilling from Danny's lips and the fact that he's been turned on since the minute he woke up this morning, it's not going to take Steve very long at all, but he tries to hold out a little longer, just a little bit longer, refusing to let all of this end so soon. He straightens up and slides his arms around Danny's thighs, biceps flexing as he hoists him up and down in tandem with his own thrusting, moans falling freely from his lips and rising in volume. "Fuck, Danny, just - fuck, so good."

Danny had this feeling that Steve would take to this like a duck takes to water and he's being proven so fucking right it's insane. Danny's legs slip and he pushes them back up, circling his thumb around the head of his dick while Steve pushes inside of him and it's all getting to be way, way too much for him. "Yeah? Yeah? You like that?" Danny encourages. "You like that? You want more?"

Steve's arms come up underneath Danny's thighs to hold him steady, slowing his pace down a little but refusing to let up on the force with which he thrusts into him, hips smacking hard, and he nods, leaning forward over Danny, panting through slightly parted lips. "Yeah," he gasps, forcing his eyes to stay open so he can take in the sight of this, Danny spread open and wanting below him. "Yeah, I want more."

"Fuck!" Danny practically howls out the word, attached to a long moan, his eyes rolling back as he rocks his hips back up to push as hard as he can against Steve. "Should've known you would've been so fucking hot at this," Danny mutters, like a mantra. "Should've known you'd be perfect."

"M'not perfect," Steve insists, gazing down at Danny through half-lidded eyes as he kisses the underside of his chin, humming against his throat, moaning helplessly while his hips pound deeper and harder again. "It's you, baby. It's all you."

Danny's breaths are short and shallow, like he's hyperventilating and he's already going white, his vision hazy. "Come on, Steve," Danny growls, hoarse and under his breath. "Come on, Steve. Come. Come, Steve," he coaxes, tipping his head back and shoving at Steve's hips with his own.

Steve can't keep his eyes open anymore, Danny's face swimming in his vision as he grits his teeth, hides his face in Danny's neck, long thrusts turning into shallow rolls of his hips to rock close along with Danny. "Danny, Danny," he warns, his voice getting higher, the two of them moving together in an undulating rhythm when he finally comes, trembling and jerking, clutching hard at one of the pillows.

Yeah, that's what Danny's been waiting for. Danny just rides it out, his legs slipping at the ankle and he splays his palm to get rougher strokes so that he's gonna come, too. It's not going to take long, not at all, and when he does come, his body spasms, his legs drop from Steve's shoulders.

His toes grip the bed, his hips arch up, they try to grab hold, but it slips. It just slips, twists, and then stutters to the ground and Danny's cry of pleasure turns into a jagged one of pain as he freezes.

Steve barely manages to keep himself propped up over Danny as he brings himself toward his own finish, and when that sound of pleasure reaches his ears he smiles, already starting to ease out of him, rolling over to rest along his right side.

He sits up almost immediately, enjoyable aftermath completely forgotten when that sound changes completely, brow furrowed with concern.

"Danny? Danny, are you okay - Jesus, what happened?"