Steve eases back a little, crosses his arms over his front to tug the sleeveless shirt up over his head, his hair slightly mussed and curling up in the back after an early morning run. It's getting long again, in need of a trim, but for now it curls at the nape, long enough to run fingers through.

Danny's got a mouth on him in more ways than one, and a part of him is eager to see Neil witnessing that for himself. His hand slides down to cup the back of Danny's head, watching his mouth work around Neil's dick, momentarily transfixed.