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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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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."

Danny gnaws on his lower lip, driven to distraction by what Steve is doing to him -- what he constantly does to him -- and then he's tumbling off the goddamn edge and there's no use trying to hold on. "Steve, god," he gets out, choked. "I love you," he manages, a rushed set of words before he's coming.

"Danny," Steve groans, once and ragged, before his hips jerk that final time and it's all he can do not to shout out loud as he releases in a series of overwhelming shudders. "Love you, babe, love you so much."