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Danny's curious about whether the island has ever actually been kind without a healthy serving of cruelty dished alongside it. Today's one of those days. It's been a long day and he's not really expecting to be out as long as he is. By the time he gets home, he hopes that Steve isn't too pissed off. He'd talked to the Council, then a couple of IPD people, and then he'd swung by the new-and-(so not)improved clothes box for more professional wear, including some ties and jackets.

By the time he gets back to their home, he's too tired to even talk, let alone do anything else. He heads straight for the couch, grabbing Zulu to yank up alongside him so that when he sprawls face-down, the dog is right there alongside to offer whatever fuzzy support an animal of his age can. He gives a soft grunt when he hears footsteps approaching. "Steve, if that's you, I will marry you again if you rub the gargantuan knots out of my shoulders," he mumbles.

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He'll follow, eventually, double-checking to make sure the dog has both food and water in his bowl first. By the time he walks into the room behind Danny, he winds his arms around him in a hug from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, just enjoying the sensation of their bodies fit together for a moment.

Danny startles slightly, because he was expecting Steve to take a little more time than that, but it's natural for him to sink back now, smirking as he tips his head up against Steve's chin and lets the hair brush against the skin, there. "You like that I'm shorter than you," he accuses.

"Are you complaining?" Steve teases, nestling his cheek alongside Danny's as his other hand skims gently, moving across the broadest part of his chest, his fingers slipping through the gaps between buttons already straining to hold the shirt closed.

"Yeah, maybe a little bit of complaining," Danny murmurs as he settles back into Steve's body, laughing tiredly as Steve starts to get into his clothing. "You know, if you ruin this shirt, I will make you sew it back together," he murmurs. "There's only so many good clothes I can get from the box these days."

"You're going to ruin it if you keep wearing shirts that don't fit you in the chest," Steve corrects, withdrawing his hand in order to let his fingers pop open those first few buttons so he can smooth them over Danny's chest without barrier. He leans down and in, lips moving along the shell of Danny's ear in a playful nip.

"Congratulations, babe, you've graduated to not making any sense," Danny informs him with a shake of his head, sighing happily when Steve keeps touching him like that. "How is it that I'm the one who's going to ruin them when you're the one taking them apart?"

"The buttons are still intact, Danno, don't worry," Steve promises, slowly working each of the remaining ones open until his hand can freely roam over Danny's chest, brushing over light blonde fuzz of hair. "But I'm surprised you have any kind of range of motion with that fit."

"You know why I can't find shirts that fit," Danny protests with a soft mumble, turning so he can nuzzle his nose against Steve's neck, feeling a soft frisson of delight in the way it practically makes his whole skin shiver. "Anything that fits my stomach is too small for the top and I'd rather go tight than tent."

"I know why," Steve echoes, turning his head to catch Danny in a kiss, lips moving over his in a gentle brush of mouths. It's that barrel of a chest, the fact that anything that fits him in the waist is never going to fit the same way across his chest - but he wants to run his hands over all of it, gently peeling Danny's shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms.

Danny lets out a pleased groan, sliding his arms around Steve's neck when he turns just enough to get a proper kiss out of him. "Yeah?" he asks. "Because it's not to drive you crazy," he tells Steve. "Not everything is about you, babe, I hate to say it."

"Did I imply that it was for me?" Steve asks, pulling back just enough to catch Danny's eye with his, holding his gaze with a half-smile. "I mean, I'd like to think that, on some subconscious level, you make certain choices with me in mind."

"You're an egotistical maniac," Danny protests with a whine, kissing Steve hard enough to propel him back just enough to give a bit of space between them -- enough for Danny to start wiggling his way out of his pants. "Seriously. You're hot, I get it. It's why you strip so eagerly and so often."

"What?" Steve steps back a few paces, breathing a little harder when Danny starts to strip down further, eyes roaming appreciatively over every new inch of skin revealed. "You know I only strip like that for you," he replies, with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, you say that, but I distinctly remember more than one occasion where you were stripping in full public eye," Danny accuses, shivering slightly when Steve's gaze draws over him like that. "So? I'm waiting. Show me what you want to do."

"Remind me again if I've ever completely stripped down in front of anyone but you?" Steve asks, circling around Danny to face him fully as he slips a hand into his, drawing him in and then nudging him to lay back across the bed before he kneels down lower over him, mouthing his way over Danny's chest.

"I don't know, I didn't exactly approach Chin and Kono on a daily basis and politely ask, 'hey guys, did Steve decide to go nude in front of you today'," he mimics, lying back on the bed and getting comfortable as he arches his shoulders back, spine popping as he recalibrates his posture. "Plus, you know, maybe I didn't want to hear about you stripping for other people."

Steve gives him a look that lasts for only a few beats, lifting his head slowly before he crawls his way up Danny's body to kiss him soundly. "Maybe I haven't stripped for anyone else," he murmurs, nipping at Danny's bottom lip.

"It'd make me really happy to believe that," Danny murmurs into Steve's lips, the warmth making his lips tingle. He does believe Steve. That's the thing. He'd believe him to the moon and back, he trusts him. He could send him off to a harem-filled land and know that Steve would come back, not having touched a single one of 'em. "Strip, though. Now."

Steve rears back onto his heels, crossing his arms to peel out of his t-shirt, his hair sticking up in the back slightly when the cotton slips over his head. He bends low to Danny again, his fingers combing through growing strands of hair. "How long do you think this'll take to get back to full length again?"

Danny lazily smiles as he sprawls on the bed, limbs in all directions. "I don't know. Probably three or four weeks. Why? You miss it or something?" he asks, supporting himself on his elbows as he pushes himself up and wraps an arm around Steve's neck to haul him down for a kiss.

"Maybe," Steve replies, keeping his answer quiet and neutral as Danny draws him down again, mouth shifting in a lazy smile against the kiss. "Think you might have to help me cut mine again, though."

"Nope," Danny replies, as blissfully as he can, given the fact that he's pretty happily running his fingers through that hair right now, enjoying the way it curls around his fingers. "Love it when it gets this long," he muses. "Might make you grow it long and watch you twitch; see how long it takes before your Navy sensibilities talk you into cutting it."

"But it gets itchy," Steve protests, tucking his face in against Danny's neck, pressing a sucking kiss to the skin there while he's at it. "I am going to have to cut it sooner or later."

"Nope," Danny informs him with a smirk, breathing a little shakier with those kisses. "Husband, now, I get to tell you when you can and can't cut your hair. And, I'm sorry to inform you, Steven, but you have not been given the proper clearance to cut it."

"Proper clearance," Steve snorts, hiding a laugh against the line of Danny's throat before he lifts his head. "You're gonna tell me, huh?" His eyes flash with heat, and he rolls his hips forward, pinning Danny to the bed that way. "What else are you gonna tell me to do?"