Steve's stubborn, as impossible to shift as a boulder. Danny runs a river of words over him, but it takes time to wear down stone.
Though, sometimes, he can move Steve not with a tirade, but a question, shifting Steve's focus instantly. It's how he got Steve to understand why Danny trusted a dead man's honesty.
And sometimes, with Steve a shuddering, straining shape above him, holding still, panting for breath, unable to let go, Danny can slide his hand down sweat-shined skin just so, murmur a word, and Steve moves with him, in him, for him, fluid as water.
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