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So here is the thing.

It has been six months of being a thing with Steve. Five months, near-death experiences on both of their parts, and moving in together without killing each other. So, you know, on a list of things that are pretty good, their relationship is up there. And you know, Danny doesn't mind things as they are, but there's been that niggling sense in the back of his head as he worries about hospital visits and the growing control freak in him is worried slightly that Steve is gonna do something stupid (likely), get himself in the hospital (very likely), and then Danny's not gonna have any rights to see him or get to make decisions for him.

Then there's the custody issue. The lawyers have implied that a stable home situation would improve things in the future if needed and it's one of those just in case things. It's not that Danny desperately wants to hitch up with Steve, but when he weighs out the pros and cons, it kind of nudges forward.

So being the brave guy that he is, he does what anyone not wanting a second wedding would do. He slides the paperwork into the middle of Steve's booking files, with little tabs telling Steve where to sign. He even puts post-it notes atop the heading. He just wants to file it and that's all.

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"Nah," Steve manages, and then groans again because that right there, what Danny's doing with his mouth, could be classified as obscene in every culture. "I just know I can get you to work it off later. Burn those calories." He pulls his hand away only to replace it with his lips, tongue thrusting and licking into Danny's mouth.

It's a little bit vicious, is what Danny thinks of it. He groans heavily and could do this for hours, just making out with Steve, but right now he'll take possessive kisses. Danny eases away to smear more frosting over Steve's lips, darting in to lick and suck it off, practically devouring the other man.

It's messy, sticky, hot, and Steve wouldn't have it any other way. He outright moans into Danny's mouth, tasting chocolate and Danny and nothing else in the moment, and kisses him like he wants to devour him, one hand cupping the back of his neck, the other sliding down his front and working inside his jeans without unbuttoning them first.

Danny starts to take the opportunity to rock down and hard against Steve, especially when Steve gets his hand involved in the whole thing. He lets out a choked cry and pushes his hips down hard, fighting for friction. "Babe," he gasps.

"Yes, babe?" Steve's voice is innocent in contrast to what he's doing. He had promised to pick up where they had left off before room service interrupted, after all, and his hand slides around Danny's cock without any preamble, bicep flexing as he strokes him.

Danny practically sinks down into Steve's lap a little harder, his eyes falling shut. A couple of blissful murmurs pass over his lips as he just rides into that waiting hand, making him feel things that he honestly doesn't get elsewhere. No one does this like Steve.

He groans heavily, opening his eyes to memorize every reaction. "Mine," is all he gets out.

"Mmhmm," Steve hums, content and in agreement. He only stills his hand's movement because he has a greater picture in mind, and he appreciates the sight of Danny looking so disheveled, rendered undone by something he's doing to him.

"C'mon," he replies, nuzzling against his neck. "Let's go to bed."

Danny gives a disgruntled sound at the thought of being interrupted, but bed does sound inviting and the bed in this place is ridiculous. It's huge, it's twice the bed Danny needs anywhere else. "You are full of good ideas," he praises, slowly rising up from his seat in Steve's lap.

"I try," he says, leaving the dirty plates to take care of later but setting the cake aside, purely for eating purposes and maybe for some future teasing later, and strips off his shirt on the way to the bedroom, balling it up and tossing it on the floor, rolling his shoulders as he goes. This hotel room is private enough that they won't be disturbing anyone if Danny decides to give in to his noisy side.

Danny follows along, one hand hitching up his jeans so they don't fall off and make him look like some kind of nudist. He only gets as far as the bedroom before he strips off his tank and leaves the jeans unbuttoned, no boxers between the fabric and his skin. He settles at the foot of the bed, cracking his back by shoving his shoulders back. "I been going to the gym for you, you know that? That is how much I love you, I have gone to a gym."

"Just for me?" Steve says, stopping at the foot of the bed to stand in front of him, his hands smoothing over Danny's shoulders and down his arms before moving inward, running up his sides and then back down over the contours of his chest. "Very thoughtful of you, Daniel."

"Well, for you, and for the fact that my doctor maybe said I could relieve pressure from off my knee," Danny admits, letting out a slow sound of pleasure at Steve's hands. "So," he breathes out. "Want me to tell you all about the sexy tax breaks we're gonna get?"

"Talk to me," Steve replies, gently nudging Danny back against the bed and crawling over him, tilting his head down in order to let his lips trail from the side of his neck down to his chest, alternating between nips and open-mouthed kisses. "Tell me about those tax breaks."

Danny slides onto the bed, both hands fumbling to get his jeans off and get naked. "We can claim benefits for the both of us," he breathes out heavy. "And receive a break for our communal way of life."

Steve looks up from where he's busy trying to suck a mark against Danny's hipbone, turning his cheek against his skin, hooking thumbs along the belt loops of Danny's jeans and helping him to tug them down. "Really? Benefits, huh?"

Danny wriggles his ass and kicks off the jeans with a flick of his foot, inching up the bed and throwing the majority of the pillows off as well, grinning. "More money. And hey, now I'm on your fancy Navy insurance, so how about that? Medical bills, no problem."

Steve crawls after him on hands and knees, catching Danny as he reaches the head of the bed and pinning him down again. One hand cups his jaw, tilting it up to the angle where he can kiss him, settling down between his legs. "You really did think this through."

"I told you, babe," Danny exhales the words, kissing Steve back with great attention to his lips, sucking on the lower one carefully, "It's about the benefits, it's not about anything changing between us."

Steve thinks it changes kind of a lot, actually, because this whole weekend's come along with Danny deciding he wants better benefits, but he's not going to voice that out loud. Instead, he's going to slide his way down Danny's body, nipping and licking, hands moving up underneath his legs and lifting so he can tease the underside of his thighs with his tongue, teeth grazing the curve of his ass.

"Steve, babe, someday, someday you're gonna tell me who you were gay for before me," Danny babbles, rambling on at top speed, "cuz, I gotta, I gotta send them a thank you card."

"Are you sure you want to hear that story?" Steve asks, ending his question as his lips nip against the crease between backside and thigh, slowly working his way inward. "'Cause I'm not sure you do."

Danny kind of does and he kind of doesn't, but right now, right now, he wants to moan and scream and call out Steve's name. "If it's Nick, you do not tell me," he growls fiercely, enough jealous rage in his body at that asshole.

"As you wish, babe," Steve murmurs, flicking his tongue once and then again, testing the potential reactions he might get from that alone. His hands are kneading the backs of Danny's thighs, keeping him spread.

Danny lets his head hit the pillow, letting out a hoarse laugh. "And to think when I was trying to snag you, you didn't know what rimming was," he murmurs with a pleased sound coming out of his throat. "Oh god, I have corrupted your innocence."

"Do you want me to stop?" Steve asks, the question coming out in a slightly lower tone than previously, his fingertips digging in to Danny's thighs as he presses his tongue in and then out, between questions. "Preserve my innocence?"