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Danny's one downfall to staying in Steve's guest room is presenting itself at an alarming rate, at this point. And that's this: come his weekends with Grace? Now he's got a SEAL near him, being unpredictable and generally bad with kids. That and he's got beach access, so now Grace just wants to swim.

Danny has let her play on the beach, suntanned and hatted up, and once he's through, he heads up to the kitchen to grab a beer and give Steve a Talk about his expectations. "Okay, one," he says sharply, holding up a finger. "No guns around my daughter. No knives. No weapons in any fashion."

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Steve's grin comes a little easier now as Danny pushes away from him, though he's walking stiffly as he follows his partner down the hall, flicking off lights as he goes. The guest room is smaller than the main bedroom, but it's cozy for two.

Steve takes a moment to draw the shades in case any neighbors try getting nosy, and then starts peeling out of his shirt while his back is still turned, shoulders rolling forward with the movement.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, how am I supposed to think?" Danny whines, a petulant look on his face as he reaches a hand down to cup at his boxers and give a squeeze for some temporary relief. "You're a menace, McGarrett. Your body ought to be illegal, I swear to god."

"Who said you even had to worry about thinking right now?" Steve asks, leaving his shirt in a puddle of cotton on the floor, a visible tent in his own cargo pants as he crosses the room once more.

Yeah, Danny is screwed. Screwed ten times over and he lets out that noise again from the back of his throat, the little sex noise that gets trapped and sounds a bit off. "Steve," he barely gets out, breathless. "Bed," is all he adds, stripping off shoes, socks, and jeans, sitting on the edge and waiting for Steve to join him.

Steve joins him, shirtless, shoeless, the top of his pants unzipped from where Danny had started working on them earlier, and crawls over him, bearing him down into the bed, kissing him deeply as his hips roll down and grind against Danny's without any preamble.

Danny lets out a low groan at the friction, grappling at Steve's skin to clasp onto something, gripping onto his shoulders. "Much better," he says, of the height difference. This? This, Danny can live with.

"Yeah? But we haven't even gotten to the best part yet," Steve murmurs, fingers finding the button and zipper on Danny's pants.

Danny's whole body shivers with anticipation and he lets his hips roll upwards. "Rule two," he keeps on talking, because they aren't done yet. "I still move out."

"And why would you want to do a thing like that?" Steve answers, though he's mostly teasing as he kisses his way down Danny's neck, nipping at his clavicle, his hand slipping underneath the waistband of his partner's pants, fingertips teasing at the curve of a hipbone.

Danny lets out a variety of howls and noises that sound a bit animalistic, but he settles in order to let Steve at him best as he can. "Because," he hisses and barks out, "because I am dating you, I'm not living with you."

He chuckles, the sound rippling up from deep in his chest and reverberating, lips sliding along Danny's chest, mapping out the plane of his stomach with descending kisses.

"You're the houseguest. For now."

"For now, what's that mean, for now? Huh, you just gonna kick me out one day on my ass because you're tired of me?" The only sign that he's a little off balance is the way his voice is reedy and thin. "Fuck." And that, the profanities are a tip-off, too.

"Until you find a place you want to move to, that's what."

He flicks his tongue against the skin below Danny's navel, smirking slowly.

"But until then, you're the guest."

Danny's head falls back against the pillow, his hair losing any kind of grip or hold or form that it had. He looks mussed and disheveled and he groans loudly when Steve is getting closer. "Jesus Christ, McGarrett, are you blind?" he sputters. "Can you not see the raging erection going on down there?"

"Not blind. Not even a little bit," he replies, fingers curling underneath the last remaining piece of clothing and pulling it down in order for him to slide a hand around Danny's cock and squeeze.

"Oh, shit, fuck, Steve, god," Danny gasps out, railing out all of those words at once seemingly and he just gives over, lets his body go loose into Steve's hold and tries to grasp at the back of Steve's neck to haul him closer for a kiss.

"Uh-uh," Steve replies, keeping his head low, his hand cupping the base as he licks him, low, lazy traces of his tongue until he swirls it into wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.

"Control freak," Danny whines as he closes his eyes and gives in to the purely indecent feelings that Steve is bringing up. He trades in words and anything else for low groans and shifts of his body, not wanting to move more than just a little. "God, Steve," he gets out, the name two octaves lower than he usually uses.

"Just lay back," Steve mumbles, in between slow swipes of his tongue, his free hand massaging the inside of Danny's thigh.

Danny relinquishes that last bit of control and lies back, his body practically jelly and he's not even done yet. He's just letting Steve do what he wants -- which isn't so different from the rest of his life. "Yeah," he mumbles lazily. "Yeah, good idea."

And Steve is more than happy to pick up exactly where he left off, gaze occasionally flicking up to Danny's face to track the change in his expression, to take the visual hints and clues. He alternates between hand and mouth on Danny's cock, sucking harder and stroking faster over time.

Yeah, Danny's not far off, but he starts tapping and grabbing at Steve's hair the minute he gets too close. "Off!" he protests. "Off, Steve, off, off, off, ge'off, now," he warns in a great big jumble of words.

He's not a mind reader, but there's no misinterpreting that. He pulls back, drawing his lower lip in under his teeth.

"Y'alright?"

Danny groans heavily and reaches down to stroke himself a few more times, coming harder than he has in ages, mostly because this is the first time in years he's had sex with anyone but his own hand. "Fuck," he hisses out, pouncing on Steve and pinning him to the bed with a furious kiss.

He falls back against the bed with a chuckle, lips quirking as he looks up at Danny, hardly caring about the mess between him as his fingers thread through unruly blonde strands of hair.

"Could've let me finish you off," he adds, with moderate pouting.

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