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As far as cake-baking attempts go, Danny's not the master. Sure, he can do a simple birthday cake, but Steve's? No, he'd needed the big guns for that, which is why he'd showed up to work on one of his days off. The result is worth it -- it's so worth it. He's got a grenade cake, made of chocolate and buttercreme wrapped up. It's only a week into the marriage, but Danny feels like not getting the right gift is pretty much a great way of starting off a marriage in a difficult way.

When he gets back, he makes sure it's tucked away in the ice box. When that's done, he strips down to his shorts and grabs his surfboard, waiting outside for Steve to get back. A surf, a swim, and a cake -- he figures if that's not what Steve wants (outside of some breakfast), then he's just out of luck.

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Danny gestures broadly with his hands. "You got a problem getting tied up, huh? You never seem to dislike it when you're writhing around for me," he says pointedly, poking at Steve's chest as he settles on his stomach. Nobody's given him direction otherwise, but he figures he'll make it easy.

"Too bad I don't get to see that," I tease, rumbling out a low laugh, my thighs falling apart. With my hands tied, my legs are the only real mobility I've got, so I draw one knee up around Steve's hip, glancing down the line of Danny's back when he stretches on his stomach beside me.

Steve's fingertips nudge the underside of Neil's leg, along his thigh, sliding down to round over the curve of his backside before slowly kneading inward.

"Yeah, well. Danny has other things in mind, I think."

"Danny definitely has other things in mind," he parrots with a mocking look on his face that no one actually sees because he's still lying on his stomach. He even shifts a little closer to Neil, nudging at his torso so he can slide fully under his body.

Laughing, I say, "Jesus, Danny," one heel resting on Steve's shoulder, spread shamelessly wide and tugging at little at the ties around my wrists.

"Just get on with it," I tease, trying my best to shove back at Danny, but it's pretty fucking impossible like this.

Steve's already working open the cap to the lube, spreading a small amount across two fingers before he starts to tease Neil with the tips of them, slowly circling.

"Someone's impatient."

"You married me, you know I'm impatient," Danny grunts, rolling his eyes as he props his chin on his folded arms, just waiting at this point. He's shorter than Neil, so he doesn't actually align completely perfectly, but he's close enough. "Or if neither of you want to do this, we can just sit up and talk, maybe crochet, knit some mittens and give up on sex forever."

"Do I look like I don't wanna do this?" I say, my spine arching, trying to be as encouraging as possible. I've done all kinds of fucked up shit with complete strangers. Getting tied up and fucked by a friend and his husband isn't strange or uncomfortable, but it might get frustrating as fuck if they're just gonna tease.

I mean, it's not like I haven't already come once, but whatever.

"I'm still not completely sure," Steve answers, biting the inside of his cheek to curb a smirk as he rips the foil packet open with teeth, checking the rubber quickly before his hand slides in between two sets of hips.

It's a little harder putting a condom on when it's not him, but he rolls it over Neil's dick slowly, prepping Danny with a slick thumb.

Danny closes his eyes lazily, sighing with content as he shifts into the bed, absently pushing a hand down to stroke himself while they're still getting ready up there. "Just tell me when it's time."

I've got enough slack in the ties that I can get up onto my elbows, giving Steve more room between the two of us, and it's awkward and not exactly comfortable, but that doesn't really mean a fucking thing.

There's something perversely hot about fucking Danny Williams, and I really don't have it in me to pretend otherwise.

Steve slides forward on his knees, fingertips resting against Neil's hips as he hitches them up and back, slightly, his own breath catching a little in the back of his throat.

It's still an odd sensation, aligning two pairs of hips and neither of them being his, but he gets a slick hand around Neil's shaft and strokes once, twice over the condom before guiding his dick into Danny, his other hand pressing against Neil's ass to ease him in.

Danny's got a comment on the tip of his tongue about the Navy teaching Steve really well when it comes to his dexterity skills, but that falls away when he feels Neil's dick pressing into him and it's so goddamn different than what he's used to that he immediately goes into sensation overdrive.

It's really fucking weird, giving up so much control, for the first time, I feel a little bit like I'm in over my head.

"Jesus, Danny," I gasp, and for a second, I really can't believe I'm doing this.

Steve fits himself to Neil's back, thighs pressing against the backs of his, fingers pressing in firmly as he starts to move them.

It's got to be different from what the two of them are feeling, he knows that much; in the end, though, it still serves to make him groan, turning his face against Neil's shoulder to stifle the sound.

Danny grips at the sheets, clawing his fingers in as he thrusts down into the bed, fumbling clumsily to get his hand under himself, no rhythm to the way he's trying to bring himself off while Neil pushes into him -- guided by Steve. "Tell me," he demands, ragged and blunt. "What you want, Neil, what do you want, babe?"

"Want my fuckin' hands untied, honestly," I admit, coughing out a laugh that manages to get swallowed up in another moan, Steve's dick pressed up against my tailbone and Danny hot and tight around me.

"What do you think, Danny?" Steve asks, reaching out to one of the ties circling Neil's wrist. "Should we give him a little freedom?"

"He wants his hands untied, he's gotta earn it," is Danny's roughshod reply, his voice hoarse to his own ears as he gives Neil the incentive to do something about it. "C'mon, babe, you want your hands untied? Show me how bad you want it."

"Show you?" I gasp, thrusting harder into him, as much as I can with my hips pinned the way they are. "Can't do much of anythin' like this."

Face buried in the crook of Danny's neck, teeth against the corded muscle there, I say, "You want me to beg? That what you want?"

Neil's hips are stuttering in his grip, fighting the urge to thrust harder than he's being directed, and Steve swallows, grinding against the back of his thigh and not really being able to help it.

He doesn't say anything, can't say much of anything at this point. Just groans and holds on, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

Danny's a little reckless with this, feeling like he'll scream if he doesn't get a bit of release, but, fuck, does he ever want to hear Neil begging for him. It's right there on his list with 'life goals' (well, recently added, he supposes). "I want you to beg," Danny bites out, words carrying an edge to them, a low growl. "I want to hear you beg me for what you want and Steve'll decide if you get it."

"I want you to undo my hands. I want on my back and I want you to ride me. I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock. Please, Danny," I plead, my hips snapping harder into him, teeth biting down on the inside of my cheek, just to find myself an anchor. Something else to focus on so I won't lose it.

Steve's inclined to give Neil exactly what he wants at this juncture - namely, because it's exactly the kind of thing he wants to bear witness to, and he leans over, straining only slightly, his chest pressed against Neil's back as he frees each wrist from its tie, one at a time.

"Think you can give him what he wants from here, babe?" he asks, glancing down at Danny over Neil's shoulder, unconsciously licking his lips.

Danny puts on his best disaffected face, utterly uncaring as he looks up at Neil from where he's lying, shrugging haplessly as he stretches out, shoulders popping and the bones in his neck cracking. "Yeah, I guess I could manage," he says in a monotone, smirking at Neil as he lies still, waggling his brows as if to dare him to do something about it.