It's just like Danny to try and one-up him when he thinks he's the one in control of the moment, touching him just enough to make him lose his concentration and his rhythm by proxy, hips stuttering almost to a stop as he presses back against Danny's hand and then forward, pushing deep again. His breath is ragged and harsh, moans slipping out freely, the sound of Danny's cries creating a tingling rush that travels the length of his spine.