"Are you... Are you seriously gettin' fuckin' dressed?" I pant out, incredulous even as I'm getting pounded into, but it really doesn't last long-- the giving a shit about Danny's fucking modesty or whatever. The angle's just right and my mouth falls open, words falling pretty much unchecked from my lips.

"Oh... Oh, fuck... Fuck, fuck, ffffffffffff-- Steve, Jesus," I whimper, my eyes catching Danny's and -- Goddamn, you're one lucky fucking bastard.