“Well, so do I, but I can keep myself in check for a week. I’ve kept myself in check for months.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose when he hears Steve sigh, and he knows he’s not going out of this easy. In a way he doesn’t even want to, he wants Steve to push him, get him going. He usually have rules, he doesn’t jerk off in his parents’ home anymore, but right now, with Steve’s voice in his ear and his new tattoo on his laptop screen, Danny feels weak and ready for some sacrifices.
“Which is why you shouldn’t have to anymore. Come on, you really don’t want me to tell you what gets me off?”
Danny groans, leans back in bed, staring at the ceiling for about a second before turning his eyes back to his computer and the picture. He wonders how’s the ink tastes, if it’s sensitive, if – if he grazes his teeth along the inked flesh Steve will shiver like he does when Danny bites into his biceps.
“I, huh. Fuck you, McGarrett, I’m in my parents’ home, there are Little League trophies in the room I sleep in.”
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Re: Round Robin!
Date: 2011-05-04 11:22 am (UTC)“Well, so do I, but I can keep myself in check for a week. I’ve kept myself in check for months.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose when he hears Steve sigh, and he knows he’s not going out of this easy. In a way he doesn’t even want to, he wants Steve to push him, get him going. He usually have rules, he doesn’t jerk off in his parents’ home anymore, but right now, with Steve’s voice in his ear and his new tattoo on his laptop screen, Danny feels weak and ready for some sacrifices.
“Which is why you shouldn’t have to anymore. Come on, you really don’t want me to tell you what gets me off?”
Danny groans, leans back in bed, staring at the ceiling for about a second before turning his eyes back to his computer and the picture. He wonders how’s the ink tastes, if it’s sensitive, if – if he grazes his teeth along the inked flesh Steve will shiver like he does when Danny bites into his biceps.
“I, huh. Fuck you, McGarrett, I’m in my parents’ home, there are Little League trophies in the room I sleep in.”