lavvyan:

NC-17, bottom!Steve, plotless smut

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One of the things Steve takes pride in
is that he knows and understands Danny better than anyone. Better
than his parents, certainly better than Rachel, and probably
even better than the brother whose name shall not be spoken.

So when he thought about it, when he
let himself imagine all the things he couldn’t have, he always
figured that sex with Danny would be a little exhausting. Friendly
but combative, messy but also weirdly prissy about it, with rules and
how-tos and running into hang-ups at the strangest times.

Danny would make Steve do all the
work, squirming and moving just a little off-rhythm, bitching at
Steve that he was doing it wrong even as the precum pooled in Danny’s
belly button.

“What are you doing?” he’d
pant, “this isn’t a military op, what are you… Did they teach
this in army school, did you… did you get graded on this,
what-”

“Navy,” Steve would say,
snapping his hips forward to make Danny moan, “it was the
fucking Navy, why can’t you ever-”

“Oh, the Fucking Navy, was
it?” Danny would laugh, breathless and mocking. “So
w-what’s SEAL stand for, huh? Sucking, uh, En… Endurance,
god, yes, hah, harder… Anal… Steve, Steve, Steve-”

And Steve would pound the words right
out of him, would fuck him quiet, would make him… god, for once in
his life, Danny would just shut up and fucking take it, he’d
just…

And that was usually the moment when
Steve came all over himself, maybe grinning a little, thinking that,
yeah, sex with Danny would be the best kind of argument.

God, was he wrong.

“You’re amazing,” Danny
says, one hand stroking up and down Steve’s flank while three fingers
of the other twist deep inside Steve’s ass, making him shudder. “Look
at you. So beautiful.”

His voice sounds almost reverent, and
all Steve can do is groan and rock into the sheets. He’s come once
already and his hard cock drags across the damp fabric, not quite
slick, not quite rough, almost too much. Danny fucked him through it,
filled him up, and now he’s using his fingers to massage his cum into
Steve’s inner walls, and it’s… he can’t…

Steve moans, ragged and helpless, when
Danny’s fingertips drag across his prostate. He’s jerking, writhing,
mouth hanging open as Danny does it again, and again, and again. He
feels owned, wet and full and fucking worshiped, his body a wreck and
something sacrosanct at the same time.

He whines, and Danny shushes him,
gentles him with kisses along his spine, across his shoulder blades.
Danny’s fingers squelch as they press impossibly deeper and Steve
tries to push into it, wants deeper yet, wider, more, but his
muscles are a shaking, shivering mess.

“‘noth’r,” he slurs, voice
breaking on another moan, “Danny, ‘nother, nnnnnnn…”
Danny’s little finger, rubbing over the rim, “now, now, pl-
ahh!”

“So good,” Danny mutters,
kneading Steve’s left ass cheek, spreading him wider, maybe wanting
to see Steve’s hole flutter and clench around his fingers. “So
good for me, babe, you have no idea.”

Steve barely hears him. He can barely
hear anything. He can barely move. His body is heavy, weightless,
boneless, sinking into the mattress. He’s cotton, putty, couldn’t
tell up from down if Danny asked him to.

He moans, and the sound rolls through
him like pleasure, reverberates, amplifies, hollows him out and for
Danny to fill back up.

And he is. So full. Danny’s fingers
rocking into him. Danny’s thumb pressing hard against Steve’s
perineum, sticky with lube and cum, too much; Steve shudders away
from it, twitches back into it, moans again, greedy and helpless and
oh, oh fuck!

“Ffffffffff,” he drools,
eyes rolling back as his second orgasm sweeps through him, over him,
drags him under and leaves him blind, lost, grinding mindlessly into
the mattress. He keens when Danny leans into him, finger-fucks him
through it until Steve’s wet breaths turn into incoherent pleas for
him to stop, too much, please, no more.

Danny kisses him, soft and
open-mouthed, at the knobbly place where his spine becomes his neck.

“Okay,” he says, his voice
still holding that adoring note, “Shhh, I got you.”

“Hmm,” is all Steve can
manage. He’s exhausted, his ass closing around nothing as Danny
slowly pulls out his fingers in a slick, dripping slide. His body
shifts on the mattress when Danny gets up and it’s like Steve’s at
sea, adrift, but then Danny comes back with a warm washcloth, his
hand a solid weight on Steve’s back as he cleans the worst of the
mess with quick, gentle care.

“You all right?” he asks,
and Steve just…

He can’t help it. He laughs into the
pillow, shoulders shaking, oversensitive nerves firing between his
legs. In all his inaccurate fantasies, that would’ve been his line.

“Gonna take that as a yes,”
Danny says, amused, crawling into bed beside him and tucking himself
around Steve like a too-short blanket.

In a minute, Steve’s going to turn
around and do his best to kiss Danny senseless. In a minute, he’s
going to talk them into spooning properly, maybe change the sheets,
get rid of the wet spot. In a minute.

For now, he just drifts, warm and
content, glad he was wrong.

Happy.