This is... really fucked up.

I'm laughing, breathless, leaning back against Steve's chest and tipping my head to the side, neck exposed like a fucking offering. I force my eyes open, watching Danny struggle not to squirm, and I want to lean back down and swallow him, have him come down my throat instead of my fist, but Steve's got an arm around my middle, holding me close, and that's good too.

"Come on," I murmur, my thumb sweeping over the head of Danny's cock, "Nobody's stoppin' you."