Danny drops a sweaty forehead onto the arm over Hedwig's eyes, a breathy and slightly delirious laugh escaping when he hears a particularly loud iteration of his name. He appreciates verbal encouragement as much as the next guy but he won't deny that it feels a little odd to hear it coming from such a deep voice. There was a phase when all he seemed to attract were the shriekers and wannabe porn stars.

"Shhshhshh," Danny pants, agitated when he realizes who else might be able to hear. He presses two fingers to Hedwig's lips. "I like it, I like hearing you but Pete might be next door." He drops a kiss to Hedwig's neck as if in apology, then rolls off, pulling him over with him.

"C'mon, c'mere, c'mere." He leans over to seek another kiss, a smirk on his face. "Gotta work every muscle group."