Steve grins loosely at the sight of Danny already completely wrecked, left lying there and still panting against the bed. If anything, that gives him further incentive to drag this out a little longer, just to give Danny something to see - and then Neil grinds back down onto him, removing all remaining coherent thought, and it doesn't take him long at all to work back up to harder thrusting, pounding in with a loud slap of skin against skin.

His fingers are digging into Neil's hips, his other hand moving to Neil's shoulder to anchor himself down, his breath coming in a series of ragged pants as he barely manages more than low grunts, gritting his teeth.