Power Man/Iron Fist - "Just Once"
“Just once.” Luke grunted as he hitched Danny’s leg up to his hip. “Just once, I’d like to come in with the cool rescue.”
“Perhaps if you were more patient,” Danny teased, kissing him desperately.
“Patience,” Luke mused, kissing a line down Danny’s neck as he moaned. “Maybe I should try that.” He dropped Danny’s leg, and when he kissed him again, it was soft, none of the passion that he’d displayed before.
Danny blinked at him, flushed and panting against the brick wall. “I didn’t mean now,” he protested, stepping closer to him again.
Luke pushed him gently back against the wall. “I’m practising,” he replied with a small leer, loving the confusion mixed with arousal and dawning horror on Danny’s face.
Danny ran a hand through his hair as he tried to focus. “As much as practising is a valuable use of time,” he said in a measured tone, “there is a time and a place.”
Luke kissed his ear softly, and Danny moaned. “I’m choosing now,” he declared.
Danny groaned and tried to kiss him with the same passion as before, but Luke turned his head, the kiss landing sloppily on Luke’s neck. Danny made another pained noise.
“Luke.”
”Maybe you should practise some patience of your own.”
Danny dragged Luke back against him, rubbing against him lithely. “I’m already patient.”
“Are you?” Luke teased. “Doesn’t seem like it.”
Danny’s eyes narrowed. “You’re doing a great job being patient,” he told him. “I think that’s enough practise for today.”
Luke grinned and kissed him properly. “For today,” he repeated.