Eliot can't help a breathless laugh at Danny's answer, even as he's arching up into the drag of his nails, head dropping a little as the laugh shudders into a groan.

"That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart," he manages to murmur, and then his breath is hitching again as Danny's teeth catch at his lips. "Yeah... yeah, I... just-" He reaches blindly for the bedside table, and the lube and condoms he keeps there. "Christ, I need-" He cuts off abruptly, ducking a little to drag his teeth over Danny's stubbled jaw before going lower. It's starting to get hard to string words together, which is both frustrating and disconcerting, but he's too focused on how much he needs to taste more of Danny, and tease out more of those gorgeous noises while he does it.

He drops the lube and a random handful of condoms on the bed on autopilot as he works his way down Danny's chest with lips and teeth and tongue, pausing to suck a mark into the skin just below his collarbone before continuing. "So fuckin'.... christ... gorgeous," he rasps, looking back up at Danny with lust-darkened eyes.