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.

Danny responded very well to positive reinforcement like that! He let out an almost panting breath against where he'd bitten down before doing it again and tried suck a mark onto his skin.

He continued to work out what he was doing beyond the basic mechanics, rubbing his thumb over where a damp spot was forming on Steve's shorts like an awful tease.

It was a lot of bottled up need just coming out in the form of taking care of Steve.

But luckily for Steve, he was moving over to give the other set of tattoos that same treatment with a stop-over in kissing him again. "I've wanted--you just kept taking off your damn shirt."

Danny huffed out an annoyed sigh before biting and licking at those ridiculous tattoos on Steve's other arm.

Just imagine if you had tattoos elsewhere, Steven!

Did it encourage Steve to keep that up when it caused Danny to press forward, straddling Steve's thigh in earnest now to grind against him with a groan? Because that's how much he enjoyed it.

"Christ, Steve," Danny groaned, feeling very much like a damned teenager again right now.

You know what? That should not come as a surprise to Danny at all.

Danny was just forced to kiss him back, trying to focus on that as he worked himself up to slipping his hand into those sticky shorts. It was all sorts of new for him, alright?

Danny certainly hoped so because he didn't do this for just anyone, okay?

He took a moment to breath before pushing the waistband of Steve's shorts down enough to actually take him in hand.

He made so few sounds that it was all the encouragement that Danny needed to keep going with that. The angle wasn't what he was used to with himself, but he could make do as he kissed Steve's neck and shoulder, hand moving slowly.

The last thing he wanted was the muffle any of the noises Steve might make.

Thankfully Danny work mostly button up shirts, yes.

"Babe." Well, that word was going to be a little awkward to hear after this. Danny ground against his hip in time with the movements of his hand, breathing speeding up as this continued.

This was going to end up a mess in several different ways. But for the moment, Danny was kissing him again with just as much desire to be as close as he possibly could.