Steve slides one hand up underneath the length of Danny's thigh, feeling the firm muscle ripple against his palm when Danny shifts his leg, and his hand continues to stroke down, rounding over the globe of one ass cheek, rubbing slowly before delivering a harsh smack. He's harder than ever now, his other hand slipping around his dick, smearing the wetness around the tip with his thumb as he shifts to line them up. "Daniel," he growls, barely nudging forward, just enough for Danny to feel him right there.