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 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.

[newkindofcop]

Steve has never really gotten Danny's whole fixation with his tattoos, but he's not going to complain if his partner decides to start showing them a little more attention. He pauses halfway through getting the condom on, tipping his head back and groaning, his free hand cupping the back of Danny's head as his lips and teeth graze over his skin. "Like that," he urges. "That's good."

[haolehothead]

Danny grins against the flesh and keeps working his way down Steve's arm, jumping the forearm to draw each finger into his mouth and suck and drag and put pressure on each of them before fixating on the ring finger just one more time, pulling off the ring from his thumb and sliding it on Steve's ring finger when he's done.

"Just for now," he says quietly, brushing the mess of hair over one shoulder, and sliding onto his back. He keeps the shirt on, buttons the middle button up to keep it from getting in the way, and coaxes Steve closer with a hand to his shoulderblades.

[newkindofcop]

Steve smiles, reaches up to touch Danny's cheek with his hand, thumb sweeping across his cheekbone, leans in to kiss him again, hungry and searching, fingers nudging between Danny's thighs to make sure he's just as ready for this.

"So, just out of curiosity, how bad do you want it?" he asks, even though it's all he can do to hold back his own desirous trembling.

[haolehothead]

"Are you kidding me? How bad do I want it? How bad do I want this?" Danny echoes, in between brief, fast, hard kisses. Every time he kisses Steve, he ends up wanting more, and he lets out a small moan as he settles back on the bed. "Steve, gimme the best you got," he breathlessly challenges.

[newkindofcop]

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.

[haolehothead]

Danny takes in sharp draws of breath every time Steve pushes inside, little whimpers that get lodged in his throat and Steve can probably feel with his tongue right there. There is an overwhelming sense of rightness and god, Danny might miss this part a little, not having to occupy himself with his own dick while getting fucked.

"Oh god," Danny gasps, feeling Steve everywhere. "I love you so goddamn much."

[newkindofcop]

"Love you, baby," Steve says, low and breathless, against the curve of Danny's throat, burying his face there in the crook between neck and shoulder as he barely quickens his pace. He's willing to give it a little harder to him now, but not enough to bruise. The only marks he likes to leave on Danny are the ones they'll both admire later. He can't fight off a groan when it rises in his throat. "God, you're so - tight."

[haolehothead]

"No shit, Steven!" Danny practically snaps in a loud little huff of frustration, sliding his hips down hard against each thrust, dragging his nails down Steve's bare back and digging in just at his ass, enough to make crescent-moon marks.

[newkindofcop]

Steve grabs a fistful of Danny's hair in an equally possessive move, using the hold to tug his head back, nipping and sucking at his neck with every intention of leaving several marks, if not just one. "Want it a little harder?" he growls through gritted teeth. "Huh? Do you, Danny?"

[haolehothead]

"Fuck me as hard as you got, babe," Danny challenges, the burn from Steve grabbing at his hair so damn good. "C'mon, what do you think, you think I'm some wimp?" he goads breathlessly. "Think I can't take it? C'mon, is this the best a SEAL has got?"

[newkindofcop]

"Yeah, Danny," Steve mutters, his words breaking off in volume as he snaps his hips forward, shaking the entire bed underneath them. "Because they teach us how to fuck in the Navy."

[haolehothead]

Yeah, now Danny's letting out more than just breathless moans. Now there's sharp cries, loud and bouncing off the ceiling every time Steve drives in hard, making the bed move. "Transferable skills," Danny taunts, because he could be breathless and he'll still be talking. "C'mon, c'mon, fuck me," Danny barks, nails digging in deeper, his other thumb slipping loose to slide between his ass and rub in circles where Danny would normally like to be screwing him if the tables were turned.

[newkindofcop]

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.

[haolehothead]

Danny's nose scrunches up in just enough pleasure that it's visible on his face because holy god, if they're gonna keep doing this and Danny's gonna break something, it better damn well be worth it. He slides his thumb in just slightly, biting down hard on his lower lip as he fights Steve with every thrust, making him go that much deeper.

And for every push, Danny's cries are getting even louder, hoarse and desperate shouts of Steve's name.

[newkindofcop]

They fight in words and they fight here, too, the kind of back-and-forth that's just the right kind of fun, and Steve's next groan catches as he abandons any rhythm for force, hands gripping Danny's hips hard while he literally slams in, sharp jerks of his hips as the sensation gathers and collects in the pit of his stomach, making it hard to breathe, think or do anything that isn't this, rocking inside Danny as he grunts his name.

[haolehothead]

If there is anything that Danny loves in this world, it's making Steve lose absolutely control like this. He slides one hand from off Steve's ass, gripping at the headboard as it starts to slam against the wall at the pace they're going, Danny letting out sharp noises every time Steve slams inside, little screams of pleasure that turn into guttural groans. "Come on," Danny breathlessly demands. "Come for me, you fucker. Come on, baby, come."

[newkindofcop]

Steve's seconds away from unraveling, and what finally pushes him over the edge is Danny's coaxing - no, Danny's ordering him to come, his voice low and full of insistence even in a higher register, and Steve buries his face against Danny's throat and moans, almost sobs, as he stops, tenses, releases, comes hard, and rides it out with a few more weak thrusts of his hips.

[haolehothead]

Danny laughs giddily when Steve comes, that change in the rhythm giving him enough space to laugh and laugh, so happy and just so in love and it doesn't take much longer for Danny to come, threading his fingers in Steve's hair lightly and just holding on as he collapses against the sheets.

He gives a small sound as he realizes that maybe he pushed too far judging by the soreness and okay, maybe, maybe he shouldn't have just pushed through the pain.

Because Steve is gonna kill him when he sees the small drops of blood.

[newkindofcop]

Steve chuckles too, afterwards, his face still pressed against Danny's neck until he sits up and pulls back and rolls over next to him, and he might be experiencing the nice aftermath of things but he squints when he discovers the drops of red, frowning slightly.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, rolling over onto his side, immediately checking for any other damage done as he runs a hand over the length of Danny's body.

[haolehothead]

"Steven, calm down," Danny coaxes with a sigh, sitting up a bit gingerly in order to strip off the clothes and search for something to sleep in. "It's, what, the second time we've had sex like this? And," he goes on, smirking, "pretty hard sex," he reminds him, kissing Steve's cheek. "I'm fine, okay? It'll sting a little, hurt a little, I'm fine. Can you get me one of your shirts and pair of boxers?"