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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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"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?"

"I'm gonna tell you," Danny retorts, all bluster and bluff, aware that Steve could have his way with Danny with a couple well-placed touches, kisses, and the right words. "Right now, I'm gonna tell you that you ought to fuck me," he breathes out. "All that practice riding horses, how about you ride me?"

It takes only a beat for that to sink in before Steve's eyes flash with marked interest. "Gonna kill me," he breathes, sitting back on his heels, his hands only briefly fumbling before he gets a better grip on the button to his pants and pops it open with a thumb.

"That's the plan, fifty years from now," Danny agrees, a little breathless and eager at the fact that Steve's getting ready for him so quickly that it makes him want to cry with relief. "Lube?" He's not sure where it went, but he does know they're going to need it.

"Got it," Steve breathes, leaning forward and shoving a hand inside the top drawer of the dresser at their bedside, fingers rummaging around until he finds what he's looking for. "Fifty years from now? And not now, when you're ordering me to fuck you?" His eyes flash again, and he reaches down, laces fingers through Danny's.

"Mm, gotta keep you on your toes," Danny mumbles, the words lazy as he pushes them out of his mouth, not bothering to enunciate because he just doesn't give a damn to do so. He squeezes Steve's hand tightly, a fond grin on his face. "And I get to order you around for years and years."

He's not willing to admit how much pleasure he derives just from hearing Danny say those words, but his free hand stumbles over doing something that should be easy by now, finishing up with the bottle and tossing it aside as he nudges his hips against Danny's. "That long, huh?"

"So long," Danny breathes out teasingly, his eyes falling shut in buzzed anticipation, his skin practically singing with it. "God," he murmurs, licking his lips. "I want you to do it so hard that I feel it all week, babe, like that."

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