Steve's hands settle on Danny's shoulders, gradually making their way down his arms as Danny speaks, until they finally reach his wrists and grip, not hard enough to hurt or bruise but just enough to be felt. He lifts Danny's hands up over his head, wrists pinned, his hips rolling down as he grinds into him. "That'd be one way to make you remember, huh?" he grunts, flicking his tongue against Danny's upper lip.