I CAN'T STOP STARING.

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I got two words for you. CHEST HAIR.



JFC, AOL. *________* I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN BE THIS HOT ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

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H/C ftw!! Obviously we're craving some, to project that onto the pic! IT IS DELICIOUS, THOUGH. Also, MY HEART CLENCHED JUST THERE. :')

And Danny sinks into it, remorseful and supplicating, feeling Steve's chest rise and fall beneath him, strong and sure, alive. He can't help the stroking, though; his hands are restless, they need to touch, to reassure himself that Steve is hale and whole and will live to drive him up the wall and make him tear his hair out in worry another day. He can't help the slow slide of their lips together, either, spit-slick and so painfully gentle, as Danny draws Steve's breath into his lungs, kisses him soft and sweet and grateful that he has this, that this is his to keep.