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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[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?"

[newkindofcop]

"Yeah, of course," Steve says, touching Danny's cheek for a minute before he rolls over, scooting out of the bed and stretching as he stands. He wraps the used condom in a tissue and chucks it in the wastebasket, then pulls on a pair of boxers for himself, grabbing another pair and a shirt for Danny and tossing them his way.

[haolehothead]

Danny strips off the button-down and slides into Steve's shirt and the boxers, knotting them at the waist so they'll stay on, before burrowing under the covers, just waiting for Steve to come back and join him. "I think you have something of mine," Danny says, nodding to the ring on Steve's finger. "I'll take it back now."

[newkindofcop]

"You mean I don't have to sneak it back on your finger when you fall asleep?" Steve asks, prying the ring loose from his own hand and sliding it onto Danny's again, pushing a kiss to the pad of his thumb.

[haolehothead]

"Not this time," Danny says fondly, pressing that hand to Steve's cheek while his other hand wraps around Steve's boxers to pull him closer. "Go open the door and let the dog in," he whispers, in a good enough mood to be okay with the puppy sharing bed space. "And then come to bed."

[newkindofcop]

Steve smiles, walking over to the bedroom door and whistling softly as he opens it. The tiny tapping of nails against the floor announces the puppy coming up the stairs, and Zulu promptly whizzes by his feet before launching himself onto the bed and tackling Danny, headbutting him in the chest and then rolling over onto his back to expose his belly for rubs. "He's not a dummy when it comes to ways to get attention," Steve admits, getting under the covers again.

[haolehothead]

Danny just laughs when he gets divebombed by the dog, huddling him in close and tugging him right up against his body to run his hand over the dog's stomach, adjusting him to the outside of Steve to pull him in close and press a kiss to his lips. "Hey," Danny exhales. "Thank you for being the way you've been today. A guy couldn't ask for a better partner in anything."