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Danny is so through with this whole island. Not only does it practically steal Steve out from under his nose what with the whole injury thing, but after Danny got him home and proceeded to show him just why he should be in good shape, then, then he left maybe one too many hickeys and Steve is exactly the kind of idiot who doesn't cover it up.

So now, now Kono knows. She has to know. She'd taken one long hard look at Steve's neck after Danny had slung his arm around his shoulders. And because Kono knows, well, then Chin does, and god knows that their extended family (which Danny is pretty sure makes up the whole island) knows, too.

He's steaming, still, and he's taken a break from the office to head to his place and just pace it out, running his hands through his hair as he tries to figure out if he's being freakishly paranoid, aware that maybe his poor reaction has done half the work. Now Kono is gonna tell people and the Governor will pull him off the task force and he's gonna have to leave the island and then how's he gonna see Gracie, huh? How?

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Danny likes this position. For one, there's extra muffling area for his mouth, and for two, he can get the friction he needs with a simple rock forward against the blanket. Only problem is, he likes seeing Steve while he does this, but there's always next time. "Fuck," he gets out, choked.

Not to mention this position gives Steve the opportunity to grab hold of the knotted silk, using his grip to gently tug Danny's head back to the angle where he can whisper in his ear while he's touching him, feeling him relax a little more around his fingers. "You like that, Danny?" he rumbles, drawing Danny's earlobe in between his teeth for a gentle bite. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Oh god, he's gonna die. He's gonna die and it's going to be glorious. He lets out a howl of a sound, followed by a moan and Steve's name, loud as he can, but even with the gag it still travels a little bit across the air, gasping and panting out, "Yes, yes" in response to his question. He shifts his hips back, trying to coax Steve in faster.

He's not going to bother making Danny wait another second when he honestly can't wait any longer for it, either, and he rips the condom open with his teeth before rolling it on, using the lube to slick himself, slowly stroking his cock until he groans low and wanting, needing to feel that tightness again. His hand drops from the tie to Danny's shoulder, bracing himself up until that moment when he can finally push inside him, slow and easing, settling on top of Danny once he's completely buried - and then he grabs hold of the tie again, pulling Danny's head back, his lips falling alongside his ear as he holds still, pinning Danny to the blanket. "How about that, Danny?" he barely manages, panting roughly. "M'all the way inside you."

His entire body feels like it's on fire. His skin is twitching and hot, like he's just about to light into flames and he can barely breathe without it hitching in his throat. Wherever Steve has been hiding this side, Danny's glad they've unearthed it because considering it's their third time today (and he hopes this honeymoon period never wears off), it's possibly the best yet.

He groans, his Adam's apple bobbing thickly as he pushes against the blanket and then back into Steve's dick pushing inside of him. He's sweating, he's so hard it hurts, and he is more turned on than he's ever been in his life by this.

Steve grins against his neck, behind the shell of his ear, nuzzling along his hairline where the darker strands hide underneath the sun-streaked blonde, breathing in the scent of his shampoo and the fainter salt of sweat. He'd be sweating too, if it wasn't for the cool early evening breeze coming in from off the water through the screens, blowing across his shoulders and the backs of his thighs as he kisses the patch of skin beneath Danny's ear and pulls back before thrusting into him again, deep and purposeful. He gives the tie another rough yank and licks over the tendon running along the curve of Danny's neck. "Always feel so good, Danny, so fucking good."

That just gives way to another deluge of noisy sounds, practically ripped from Danny's vocal cords without Danny even knowing he could make those sorts of noises. He rocks, desperately, without any brain matter left to think. He just rocks and rocks and desperately tries to get more of Steve's everything. His mouth, his body, his dick, just everything and he shoves his palm under his body to stroke himself to at least calm one part of him down.

Steve's even more grateful for the tie right now, because without it there'd be some noises to rival anything Danny's made before, and it also means he can give it to him the way he's been aching to, hips speeding up to a good, steady rhythm, thrusting deep on every single press forward when Danny grinds back into him, and he groans again right into Danny's ear, gasping his name.

It's his name. It's his name from Steve's mouth in that tone that just completely undoes him and he gasps, coming a little earlier than he's anticipated and shuddering heavily as he does, his shoulders shaking as he lets his head fall to the blanket, forehead pressed there hard.

Danny comes apart, tensing and squeezing underneath him, around him, and Steve's almost there already, but that gives him the next-to-final nudge he needs and it only takes a few more hard thrusts, two, three, four and he tips over the edge, biting down on Danny's shoulder to muffle his own moan, slumping over his body and riding out the aftershocks as he trembles and sighs.

Danny lets out a breathless sound and reaches up to grasp at the gag, yanking it off as he stays lying on his front, staring up at the ocean and the moonlight and just trying to come down from those sensations. "Holy fuck, Steve," is all he gets out.

He waits for a few more heartbeats before sliding off and rolling to one side, laying down next to Danny on his back, just trying to concentrate on breathing deep for the next minute or so. "Took the words right out of my mouth," he murmurs.

Steve is looking real good right there and Danny shifts so he can grab his boxers, sliding back into them before sprawling half-atop Steve's body, hand splayed out overtop his heart. "Where have you been hiding that?"

Steve's too boneless to reach for his own boxes, so mostly he just settles for pulling part of the blanket over his lower half, sliding an arm around Danny's shoulders and pressing his nose into the mussed blonde hair. "I don't really know, to tell you the truth."

"Well, wherever you uncovered him from, I liked it," Danny murmurs, his words lazy and sticking together as he curls into the warmth of Steve's body. He's starting to get cold now that he's aware of the breeze on him. "You should let him out more. When Grace is not here, obviously."

"I still can't believe we got away with that with Grace here," Steve replies, bringing Danny a little closer into his arms, his words half-muffled against Danny's forehead. "Guess the tie served a purpose after all."

Danny lets out a noise of acknowledgment, staying in close to Steve's touch. "Yeah, well, we gotta get cleaned up and inside. Need to be in bed," Danny says with a heavy groan, sitting up slowly. He's still a little dizzy, truth be told, but it's so worth it.

"Mmm, yeah. 'Kay," Steve mumbles, sitting up after another minute and scratching the back of his head. He gets up and starts to collect his clothes, shucking on his boxers and grabbing up the others. "I'm just going to go clean up." He heads into the bathroom adjoining his room to get rid of the condom and wash up, pulling on a pair of sleep pants before moving to turn down the covers.

Danny heads inside slowly after, picking up his clothes on the way before doing the same as Steve. He's been keeping clothes in a drawer and heads there next to pick out a t-shirt and full pajama bottoms, finding one of Steve's shirts and throwing it at his chest. "Put that on, no arguments."

Steve catches the shirt against his chest, giving Danny a look. "What? It's not that cold."

Danny gestures wildly to the room just next door. "My daughter is sleeping right beside us. My daughter, who has a habit of waking up before me, who may peek into this room in the morning. She does not need to see the masterpiece of your torso gleaming at her. Shirt, on."

Steve's lips form a very thin line, but he pulls the shirt on without a word and climbs into his side of the bed, fluffing up the pillows before laying back to rest with a soft sigh. "You better not kick me."

"I been sleeping with you for how long?" Danny sighs heavily and climbs into bed, sliding alongside Steve's side and pressing a kiss to his shoulder, nudging his face in against the fabric of the shirt. "I do not kick you."

"First time for everything," Steve sighs, drawing Danny's arm around him and turning his head to press his lips against his partner's forehead.

Danny curls up with a contented smile, aware that Grace can delineate a lot of stuff from their positions, but he's too comfortable to move. "Hey," Danny murmurs, holding him tight. "Sleep well, okay, Superman?"

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