MCA #0, Monday Evening

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Steve lost a bet. Which he didn't often do, so Danny was going to just enjoy the moment. Possibly by taking pictures to share back home.

It was the simple things in life, you know?

But, luckily for Steve, the parameters of the bet were met and he no longer had to wear the suit once he got back from the station.

"Better not have destroyed that tie," Danny muttered to himself, checking the time.

[for the guy!]

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"You too, babe," Danny murmured into that kiss.

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Steve smiled softly. "This is nice. Not wearing a suit all the time nice, but--"

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"Nice enough to get you to dress up for me sometimes?" Danny offered.

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"We'll see how this goes but I'm feeling optimistic," Steve said.

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"Then I'll definitely have to make it worth your while," Danny replied, pushing him back against the bed for another kiss.

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Steve chuckled and rolled his hips under Danny. "I'm waiting."

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"Hold still," Danny said with a laugh, trying to unfasten his pants for this. He really should have done that before getting onto the bed with him.

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"Make me," Steve countered, grinning as he wriggled just a little.

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"You," Danny began, laughing as he pointed a finger at him. "You are such a little shit."

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"I'm not little," Steve protested.

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Danny was forced to glance down at that. "Nah, I guess you're not."

High praise!

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Steve smirked. "Damn right."

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Danny laughed again, kissing him once more. "C'mon now. Show me what you got."

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"I've got a lot," Steve said. Helpfully.

And then flipped them both over and moved his mouth down to areas that were helpfully uncovered by pants now.

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"Christ, Steven--" Was he upset that he wound Steve up like this? Never.

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Steve hummed smugly, sliding his fingers up along Danny's inner thighs as he went to work.

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Danny wouldn't even disparage the Navy again for those skills. At least not today he wouldn't.

"Steve," he gasped again, sort of stuck on Steve's name at that moment.

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Steve hummed again, then swirled his tongue experimentally.

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Danny gasped louder, digging a heel into the bed. "Fuck--babe."

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Well, with that kind of incentive, Steve was going really apply himself and see just how fast he could get Danny off.

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Which wasn't fair at all considering this was about rewarding Steve for doing a thing. Not that Danny would ask him to stop or anything there...

"Steve--Steve--" He was sounding frantic and close as he nearly clawed at Steve's scalp and shoulders.

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Steve finally pulled his mouth away, replacing it with his hand. "Yes, Danny?"

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"Keep going," Danny said, because he was indeed very bossy.

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Steve chuckled and twisted his hand. "You can still talk," he said, voice a little raspy. "That's a problem."

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Danny's head dropped back against the bed at that. "You sound--" You know. Perfect.