Danny lets out a jibbered mess of a sound, wrapping his legs around Steve's waist so tight that if he applies pressure, he's gonna start worrying about Steve's organs. "Oh my fucking god, Steve," Danny moans wildly. "I'm gonna, you, and I'm. So if you..." He babbles, not sure what he's saying, but knows that he's thinking 'if you want to be extra safe, get off'.