Danny's breath catches just as he is about to answer and all that comes out instead is a moan. There is too much here, too much desperate need. Too much trust. The way he can feel Eliot's voice as much as hear it. He trembles a little. Right now Eliot owns him, ever single bit of him and there is nothing outside the two of them that matters.

Eventually he finds his voice between the little moans and pants. "I want you, anyway I can have you." He breathes.