"Yeah." Eliot pushes the fingers of one hand lightly through Danny's hair, gentle and exploratory for the moment, while the other slides to his hip, brushing over warm skin as he pushes into the kiss. The promise matters just as much from Danny's side, maybe more, considering how deep his instinct and conditioning run to obey a Guide.

His breath stutters out on a groan and he ruts almost mindlessly against Danny at the request, his higher brain functions pretty much blanking out for a breathless moment. "Jesus, sweetheart," he rasps when his brain comes back online, and ducks his head to press his nose into Danny's crown, breathing in his scent. "You might be the death'a me at this rate, but it'll be a helluva way t'go."

He can't help but grin as he shifts his weight just enough to trip Danny into the bed, hitting the mattress with a carefully calculated bounce. He rolls them both so they're properly on the bed, and he can straddle Danny's hips, hands braced to either side of his head as he ducks back in for another kiss while he rolls their hips together in a long, slow undulation. "That's a request I'll be more'n happy to deliver on."