Oh, so he just wanted to make sure to leave physical evidence on Danny to have all the mixed feelings about until they healed, huh? That actually tracked for their relationship.

The noise Danny made at that was a bit like it was punched out of him as he tilted his head obligingly to let Steve do as he pleased there.

Danny's fingers flexed and tightened against Steve's skin and he let out a much louder noise at that. Because someone really enjoyed a bossy partner in bed. Shocking literally no one.

He didn't mean to slot his leg between Steve's, but it was happening as he tried to find a comfortable position to let Steve just... continue all of that.

It was at least safe to say they had a sort of mutually assured destruction in mentioning how much they were both very obviously enjoying this. At least pants were still on here. Which, you know, made it slightly less of a leap into the unknown.

Slightly.

Danny kissed him back with a lot more force this time, easily falling into sync with Steve like he had for the past few years.

And Danny would be focusing on how Steve's hands felt on him, not really able to return the favor in the position he was sprawled on top of Steve. But his hands kept moving along Steve's shoulders and up his neck and to the back of his head to guide him into the sort of kisses that were much less testing and more drawn out and intense than a first real go at this warranted.

Though that too could be blamed on the extension of their relationship. If any thought was really put into that.

Danny, on the other hand, had no such self-imposed restrictions. In fact, one might call him loud.

Shocking, right?

He made sure to repeat anything that earned him one of those small noises from Steve, though. Consider it just a continuation of his need to provide things to the people he cared about.

Oh no, of course not!

And it wasn't as though Steve had been been tantalizingly shirtless constantly since Danny had met him. Which lead to him giving into the urge to investigate those tattoos up close and personal with the occasional bite and appreciative brush of his fingers.

The difference from the softer curves of a woman was only adding to to his obvious enjoyment against Steve's hip.

It was very hard to say no to more of that when they were under the safety of nighttime and not addressing it. Because he wanted so much when he didn't have to think about all the things that could go wrong here.

Danny groaned louder, panting a little as he moved to meet him there. Then bit down one of the tattoos on Steve's bicep to muffle it. And also because, okay, he'd wanted to do that since Steve whipped his shirt off in front of him that first time.

"Fuck," Danny gasped, scrambling and clutching at Steve's back and shoulders as he kissed back. It was exactly what he wanted, but leave it to Steve to know that before he did.

Danny sighed, tilting his head back for that. "Steve," he breathed, feeling and looking more than a little undone already.

Oh, he should say that, he really should.

"Do that again," he ordered quietly instead, gripping the short hair at the base of Steve's head.

Well, maybe they could just be satisfied with the kissing and heavy petting and move onto being perfectly normal in the morning! Also never do this again.

Spoilers: They would only manage one of those things.

Danny groaned, tilting his head back to continue to just welcome whatever Steve wanted to do there while keeping his grip on Steve's hair.

Well, it was driving Danny insane either way. His grip tightened and he dug his heels into the mattress at how it caused him to feel wound up like a spring.

Steven, that was just asking for this to get harder (no pun intended) to ignore later on.

But in the moment, Danny moaned and arched up into the touch of both their hands. He let go of Steve's hair to grip Steve's sleep shorts tightly. Not taking them off, but the idea of it was there.