AU PLOT

[haolehothead]

Danny is not accustomed to: Hawaii heat, spam on restaurant menus, pidgin English, and waking up with too much hair, less height, and distinctly different body parts. He's too goddamn tired to put much thought to it beyond 'really wacked-out dream' and so he grunts and shifts in order to clamber on top of Steve a little more, working half his torso -- what the fuck, how is he so short, how is there so little of him? -- on top of Steve and wrapping his arms around him to get more comfortable.

"Steve," Danny mutters, voice low but clearly a bit different. "If you freak when you wake up, I'm kneeing you in the balls." And after a year of waking up next to Steve, Danny's got a pretty good read on how to do it half-asleep.

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[haolehothead]

Danny lets out a slow groan of surprise and delight, sucking his lower lip in past his teeth, letting his tongue roam over it as he watches Steve. "Hey, babe," he murmurs fondly. "What're you doin'?"

[newkindofcop]

"What does it look like?" Steve says, nuzzling underneath Danny's navel. He slides down a little more, pulls one of Danny's legs up over his shoulder, kisses the inside of his thigh, slowly working his way inward, as he reaches up with straining fingers to grab another strawberry from the bowl.

[haolehothead]

Well, now, Danny understands most of this picture, but he doesn't understand the strawberry just yet. Still, his eyes are wide with interest as he watches Steve, a fond look on his face. "What are you doing?" he asks again, this time laughing.

[newkindofcop]

Steve gives him a look, but he takes a bite of the strawberry, opening it up to its juiciest, and runs it along the inside of Danny's thigh, following quickly to lick the juice up with his tongue.

[haolehothead]

Danny, who had previously been sitting up to watch, collapses back against the bed at the sensation of Steve's mouth. He lets out a small little whimper, unable to keep it in as his hips rise off the bed. He reaches both hands above his head, grappling for the pillow as something to grab onto.

[newkindofcop]

Steve tosses the stem back into the bowl and reaches for Danny's hips, pulling him back down again and holding him steady, forcing him still even as he nudges his way between his legs. It's not a blowjob, but he can give him the equivalent in the body he's got now, licking eagerly at him.

[haolehothead]

"Oh, jesus, thank you Catherine for this," is all Danny can find in him to exhale before the whimpering comes back, little choked sounds that come out of him and make him seem like he can't take it. But really, he can't. This is new to him, so very new, and Danny is whining and whimpering and the dog can hear because Zulu whines right back and that just cracks Danny up.

[newkindofcop]

Steve chuckles too, against Danny's skin, and all that serves to do is create vibrations alongside the work of his tongue, the tease of his mouth when he seeks out that tiny bud of nerves to suck on, his eyes glancing up to Danny's face to make sure he's not completely making a mess of things.

[haolehothead]

Danny's not laughing so much anymore. It all fades away when Steve starts getting laser-minded focus on Danny's clit, of all things. Which is new in and of itself, so it's nice to know it's getting a good welcome to the neighborhood. "Baby," Danny gasps out, gripping the pillows tighter. "Yeah. Like that."

[newkindofcop]

Steve doesn't answer in words; how can he, when every single cell in his being is completely focused on the task of pleasing Danny, of coaxing those same sounds in a slightly higher tone from his lips, and while his mouth is focused on his clit he's already pressing a finger in below, using a combination he has a good feeling will work well.

[haolehothead]

Danny's feeling a little wild and loose, body pushing through movements that he can't even begin to understand. He just knows that he's on the brink of something and his body can't take much more. "Steve," he gasps. "Oh god, Steve, you need...recipr...reciproc...fuck, something."

[newkindofcop]

Steve breathes a hushing against the top of Danny's hip, only breaking away enough to respond before returning his attention to the most important thing right now. "Let go, Danny," he murmurs, curling his finger to wring out the sensation.

[haolehothead]

Danny lets out a fervent whine as he just bucks his hips and then forces them down to let Steve's work maximize and when he comes -- and oh, he comes -- there's this sound that gets wrecked from his whole body at once and holy crap it feels good.

[newkindofcop]

When Steve pulls away, he's grinning, kissing his way along the inside of Danny's thigh and sliding up his body again, settling next to him and running a hand over his front. "You okay?"

[haolehothead]

Danny gives a tiny little sound as he nods away, just a little shellshocked now that he's come again in a way that he never expected. "Feeling a little bad for picking fights all day," he admits, brushing soft kisses against Steve's neck. "But yeah. Yeah, m'good, babe."

[newkindofcop]

"Let me put it this way," Steve murmurs, leaning in to nibble Danny's earlobe. "I would've thought something was more seriously wrong if you hadn't wanted to pick fights all day."

[haolehothead]

Danny is a little ticklish and he curls up at the earlobe biting, letting out a breathless little laugh. "Hey, so long as you know I'm never really pissed at you," is all Danny has to say, sliding over slightly, pushing a palm over his stomach where he'd punched him earlier. "No bruises on Superman's body? I don't think I hit hard enough for that, but a guy's gotta check."

[newkindofcop]

"You do have a pretty small fist now, all things considered," Steve replies, happy to coax a sound like that from Danny as he leans in to kiss him again, slowly, tongue flicking against his upper lip. "Didn't hurt that much."

[haolehothead]

"Why you gotta make comments about my size, huh?" Danny mumbles into the kiss, sliding a little closer to Steve again, feeling like history is repeating as he slides both knees around his hips and settles back on his thighs, bending forward to keep kissing Steve deep and slow.

[newkindofcop]

"What do you want me to make comments about then, huh?" Steve says, in an almost exact mimicking of Danny's tone as his hands run over his sides, moving inward to touch slender hips, palms cupping breasts underneath the unbuttoned shirt and squeezing gently. "I could talk about these."

[haolehothead]

Danny lets out a hiss of a sound, staring down at Steve and rocking his hips forward, inching up just a little wiggle until Danny's got his shins in line with Steve's thighs. "Let's not and say we did, okay?" he suggests.

[newkindofcop]

Steve drops his arms, lips twisting in a smirk. "Right. Better not get used to them," he realizes out loud, one hand settling on Danny's thigh. His hair is starting to dry big from the salt water, and Steve threads his fingers through it, combing long blonde strands back from his face.

[haolehothead]

"Damn right you don't get used to 'em," Danny says sharply, trying to get that across Steve's thick brain. He flicks his forehead just the once, settling down slightly and giving Steve a fond look. "Just get in me, already," is all he says.

[newkindofcop]

"You know, for someone who wants to get some, you really know how to take a guy out of the mood," Steve bemoans, rubbing at his forehead, but he still reaches over to the nightstand drawer, rummaging around inside until he comes back with another condom. "Not about to knock you up, Danno."

[haolehothead]

"That is very much appreciated, baby, because if you did something to keep me this way for upwards of a year, I would murder you. I mean, just horribly murder you," Danny says, easing up onto all fours so that Steve can put the condom on. "And I can get you back on the mood," Danny breathes out, leaning in to start kissing and sucking at Steve's neck in slow languorous licks, nibbling up to his jaw and then back down to his shoulder, sucking on the ink of the tattoo and biting.