Danny grins like an idiot right up until Steve's kissing him, which effectively makes it so that he can't do much at all with his lips except reciprocate. He lets out a soft whine of pleading as he inches to the edge of the desk and lets his hands fall to Steve's hips to hold on idly. "Seriously, what's with the suit?" he murmurs in a hush, playing with the lapels of the shirt.