Steve can't breathe, can't even come close to catching his breath, not when he's looking at something so very different and yet so very Danny too, in the way he touches his hip while he's sucking him, the way he makes the same noise in the back of his throat, even if it is a little higher than normal. He sits up and leans down, palm sliding along a slender jaw, fingers threading back into long hair. "C'mere," he growls, and tugs Danny up to kiss him, pulling him down on top.