“Mm-mmm,” Danny says, and Steve just laughs, kissing down his arm to his elbow, fingers dancing across his stomach to tease at the head of his cock.
“No, really,” is his response, “this is for your own good.”
“Mm-mm-mmmmm-MM-mm,” and Danny goes on like that for some time, but Steve doesn’t stop teasing him, holding his thighs firmly with both hands and nuzzling at his cock, then licking at his balls until Danny’s shouting into the gag. Steve almost wishes he could record this, the glory of Danny’s incoherent begging as it’s gagged, because it’s the sexiest sound he’s ever heard. Still Danno’s voice, that throaty, desperate, drawling tone, but without the terse words or protestations, and devolving quickly into a series of simple shouts as Steve licks him open and prepares to make him scream even louder.
“This is not comfortable,” Danny says, trying to wriggle or loosen something or in general relieve the aching of his back, which is arched forward as he hangs from the ceiling, but he knows it’s all in vain.
Steve runs his tongue up the inside of Danny’s thigh, making his cock twitch, and chuckles against his skin. “It’s not supposed to be comfortable, it’s supposed to be unbreakable… and mind-blowing,” he adds as an afterthought, sliding his hand around to pat Danny’s exposed rear. He lowers his mouth to Danny’s cock and licks for a long, breath-stealing moment before murmuring, “You really should see how you look like this.”
Danny nods and groans, and now he’s trying not to get free but to arch further, anything to get his cock into Steve’s mouth again; if he can have Steve’s hot lips wrapped around him, he’ll take it, no matter how uncomfortable it may get.
Danny’s straddling Steve’s face, his hands clenching around the headboard, grunting as he thrusts his cock over and over into Steve’s wide, willing mouth. Steve’s a master at taking abuse, so a little mouth-fucking isn’t about to faze him, but Danny likes the noises of resistance he makes anyway, the dark set of his eyebrows as he scowls up at Danny as though he isn’t enjoying this, isn’t actively swirling his tongue around Danny’s shaft with each thrust.
Likes it, but it’s not enough, and Danny works his way down Steve’s body then, listening to Steve’s panting breaths and smiling against his skin when Danny licks at the inside of his elbow and brings out a sudden, out-of-control moan. “Fuck me,” Steve begs between little half-breaths, his eyes blazing blue, and Danny’s smile gets predatory, nearly reptilian.
He pushes a finger into Steve’s ass, slick and impatient, and whispers as Steve rears up off the bed, “Oh, babe, you better believe I’m gonna fuck you, and how.”
“How many times do I have to tell you,” Danny says, wresting Steve’s hands behind his back, “that you are not playing at Navy SEAL camp anymore?”
“And this is how real policemen do it, yeah,” Steve mutters, wincing at the bite of the handcuffs, “like you’ve said a million times.”
“That’s exactly right— now spread your legs,” Danny says, and when Steve’s cheek is pressed to the wall Danny’s up against him all of a sudden, and Steve’s muttering something about police brutality.
“Just giving you a very— thorough— search,” Danny murmurs as his hands travel slowly along every line of Steve’s body — down thick spine and strong thighs, up again in between.
By the time Danny’s opening him up, Steve’s run out of protests and is taking his fingers hungrily like — well, like real policemen do it.
Steve is strong, but Danny’s got stamina, an endlessly moving mouth (yeah, Steve could have told you that ages before this ever happened between them) and what’s more an endlessly wet mouth, and when he starts teasing and poking around Steve’s hole, well, if you ever wanted to see a Navy SEAL lose his cool…
He buries his head in a pillow, fists hard on either side, and moans, begs “Please, Danny, go in, go in,” because Danny’s still teasing him, still just licking over so-sensitive skin over and over again, then in rings, smaller and smaller concentric circles until he’s dotting over the opening one, two— “Go in, damn it, Danny, go in—” three, four times, before his tongue ever pokes in enough to force the ring to relax.
Then he increases the depth by millimeters at a time, if that, it takes forever for him to get past the initial clench, still licking in short sharp stabs, measured, untiring, incorrigible.
“More, fuck it— Danny, you bastar—” and the word doesn’t finish because finally Danny’s in, his tongue able and wet and smooth against Steve’s walls, and he’s licking rings inside instead of rings around, unafraid and moaning like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
By the time he pulls out, by the time he’s ready to fuck Steve, he’s got an incoherent mess of man on the bed, whining and gasping, ass circling in enticing little wiggles, his body begging for more while his mouth is unable to find the words for it.
