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.

"Steve," Danny gasped, repeating his name like a mantra as he hooked a leg over Steve's hip to flip them again.

That brought Danny up short for a moment, just looking at him before he focused on Steve's eyes. He leaned in close to assure both of them that they were there still. This could have been a sort of extreme reaction to the upheavals in their lives.

But again, that would involve thinking about it.

He let one hand move down along Steve's chest and stomach--those abs were extra ridiculous beneath his touch--before he cupped him through the fabric of his shorts again.

This side of things was new enough for Danny that he was going at it with a sort of slow thoroughness that was probably going to drive Steve insane without meaning to.

Danny kissed him again, unable to keep from grinding a bit against Steve's thigh as he kept that up.

The only time Danny wouldn't complain about that. Literally the only time.

Danny broke the kiss so he could return the favor in exploring Steve's neck and shoulder with fleeting kisses before going back to biting one of those tattoos again. The mark could be hidden in there, but he'd know about it.

And maybe that was what spurred him on.