Steve half-kneels, half-stretches out over him, moving in between his stocking-covered thighs, and God, he's ready, Danny's ready, there's absolutely nothing stopping him from sliding right in, and so he does, one hand braced against the headboard as he stops, waiting, all the way in only to pick right back up with a slowly quickening rhythm before Danny even has time to catch his breath. He leans down, sliding a loose hand around the base of Danny's throat, tipping his chin up with a nudge from his nose before he leans down to lick long stripes over his skin, timing it with the thrusts of his hips.