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Danny's not entirely sure what he'd been expecting when he signed up for the marine biology course. First of all, it is way more packed to the brim than expected. Second of all, what the hell is Steve doing wearing GQ clothes and his glasses to talk about the whales and the dolphins and whatever the hell else they're supposed to cover? With a ratio of about ninety-percent women in the class, Danny's getting a real Indiana Jones vibe from the whole thing. He would not be surprised in the least if some of these girls have 'screw me' written on their eyelids.

Danny is not here to flirt. He is not there to be jealous (though that kind of happened against his will). He's there to learn. He keeps his head down all lesson and scribbles notes down, trying to learn as best as he can. He's got an apple on his desk for the end of class, but Danny's still not sure how long he's going to linger after if he wants to get dinner for the both of them on the table at a reasonable hour.

He does wait until everyone else filters out of the classroom -- taking his time in collecting his things, organizing his books, and straightening up his clothes (it's a class, so he's wearing a casual white t-shirt and an undone blue button-down over jeans). When the last of the buxom young women leave, Danny reclines back in his chair with his hands behind his head, and smirks at Steve.

"Well, well, Professor McGarrett. You have a real charm with the ladies."

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"Tell me," Steve says, stretching out over Danny without putting his full weight there, leaning off to one side as he skims fingertips along the stretch of skin between pants and t-shirt, the curving plane of Danny's abdomen. "Tell me what you were thinking about while I was teaching."

Danny turns into Steve, trying to get closer without appearing like he needs it too much. "Well," he says, licking his lips. "I have this one fantasy where I'm doing really badly in the class. You haul me forcibly up from my seat, shove all the crap off your desk before shoving me down on top of it and then you just go all out. Spanking, marking, the whole nine yards, until I can name the genus of the beluga whale."

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.

"Oh, yeah," Danny agrees breathlessly, hips grinding upwards to try and find some relief to the painful hard-on he's had since Steve put the suit back on. Hell, he'd only managed to make it go away in class by thinking about nuns and his brother and the marriage thereof. "There's this other fantasy where I give you a blowjob behind the desk while you teach on."

"See how long I can keep a straight face and teach without stammering while you've got my dick in your mouth," Steve exhales, and in another blink, he's rolling Danny over onto his stomach, wrists loosely pinned in the grip of one hand as the other braces against his hip and he grinds against his ass, slow and teasing, pressing enough to let Danny feel he's hard now, too.

"See how long you can manage to stand upright without your knees giving out," Danny says the last part of his sentence into a pillow, words muffled by Steve's eagerness to get him pushed to his stomach. He lets out a choked cry at the feel of Steve right where he wants him. "Make you cry out my name instead of some starfish's latin terminology."

"Yeah?" Steve murmurs, a low exhale in Danny's ear, taunting just enough as he rolls his hips and then goes still, hovering over him with his weight barely pressing down. "You'd want me to say your name like that? Out loud, in front of everyone? You'd want me to scream it?"

"Yeah," Danny growls possessively, grabbing hold of Steve's hips and yanking them firmly down to get him closer. "Yeah, I want you screaming my name. I want you goddamn shouting it in your sleep, you can't control it."

Steve grins, leaning in to nip at the edge of Danny's ear, the lobe, his hand sliding down from his hip and resting firm against the outside of his thigh, the slow grind of his hips barely enough to be felt. "Wake me up one morning with your mouth and you'll get that shouting," he murmurs.

Danny lets out a soft whine at that, tipping his head to the side to catch more kisses. "What, you're saying I gotta wake up before you?" he complains. "You already wake up at the asscrack of dawn," he grumbles. "Now I gotta pleasure you beforehand?"

"You know I'd never actually insist on you doing that," Steve murmurs, his lips nipping light and teasing against Danny's earlobe. "Maybe that day will be the day I actually choose to sleep in, stay in bed all morning with you."

"Make you a deal," Danny says, clasping one palm to the back of Steve's neck to hold on tightly. "You sleep in past ten and when I wake up first, I'll give you a blowjob that'll...well, blow you away," he announces with a fond smirk.

"You've got yourself a deal, Danno," Steve breathes, and now he's willing to relinquish his hold on Danny's wrists if only to get started in on undoing his pants, fingers clutching at the waistband once the front is unfastened and yanking it down over his hips without any warning.

Danny lets out a sharp breath, aware that Steve is always going to be like this. Somehow, though, it still shocks Danny when he surprises him so much that he goes breathless. He raises his hips, then his ankles, giving Steve whatever leeway he wants in order to take his clothes off. "C'mon, get 'em off, c'mon," he begs softly.

Steve's own pants are too tight, much too tight now, not to mention the fact that he's got too many clothes on for his liking, but this is the way Danny wants it, without a single article of the suit removed, and he's got to fumble with the sides of his jacket to wrench an arm down, shoving his own pants down over his hips before Danny's have even settled on the floor. "This how you wanted it?" he demands, gently easing Danny into rolling onto his back again as he kneels between his legs.

Danny's still breathless, but he's stubbornly seeking out words, now. He stares at Steve adoringly, shoving Steve's clothes as far from reach as he can get them, fingers ripping into the fabric and gripping in order to push. "Yes," he breathes out, more sure of that than anything else. "Yes, Steve, it is. Professor," he drawls lazily.

"Professor, huh?" Steve replies, in more of a lazy murmur as his words slur together slightly, breathless as he looks down at Danny and hauls arms up underneath him, hitching his hips up in the air to line him up right where they both need him to be. "I like the sound of that, Daniel."

Danny tips his head back and slides one ankle over Steve's shoulder to help, not wanting to have to get a bad angle and pay for it the next day twiceover. "Say that again," he coaxes with a pant, chest heaving for want of breath. "One more time, babe."

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.

"Fuck!" Danny exclaims sharply when Steve smacks him, but he doesn't tell him to stop, he just wants fucking more at this point. His eyes roll back and he swallows back another cry, shifting his body to force Steve's hand and pull him inwards. He needs it, he wants it, god, he needs it.

Steve groans outward as Danny slips a hand around his, guiding him inside without any more room for teasing, and his hands move to Danny's hips, slowly sliding in until he's completely buried, hips flush against Danny's ass, until he can slide his hands up Danny's torso and chest, mapping out tanned skin and golden hair under his fingers. "God, you're gorgeous," he gasps.

"Fuck, no, not like you," Danny gasps out, grinding down and squeezing tightly to provide more tightness for Steve out of nowhere, a little surprise that's the most he can do. "Steve!" he cries out.

"Can't get enough of you, all stretched open for me like this - fuck, Danny," Steve snarls, fingertips digging into Danny's hips almost hard enough to bruise when Danny clenches around him like that, tight heat around his dick. "So good, babe."

Danny's eyes practically roll back into his head, reaching down and frantically bringing himself off because he can't wait any longer. He needs release right the hell now or he's going to get a wicked case of blue balls. "Steve, let me, please," he begs. "Let me come."

Steve'll do him one better, reaching down to let his hand encircle Danny's as the other continues to clutch at his hip, helping to bring him off, timing the thrusts of his hips with the strokes of their hands. "C'mon, D," he whispers, leaning forward to rock over him, drawing up tight as he starts to get close. "Right there with you."

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