[Steve would sooner die than force someone into sex. There wasn't much he'd do to someone unwilling if he had any choice in the matter. The only people who could be said to deserve torture, of any kind, were villains. And that was only based on his own moral code; if you spent your life hurting people, you deserved to be hurt in return.
Technically, James probably fell into the category of "villain," but fuck it. Steve was falling for the guy, and as far as he knew, James wasn't running around the Hell hotel doing his best to make other people miserable. That counted for a hell of a lot in his book. And the fact that he didn't have to look too hard at his feelings since James would never ask him to was a bonus. He could just . . . ignore all the problematic things his mind and heart kept bringing up to him. As long as James kept saying yes, everything else was moot.]
[He chuckled against James' chest and bit down on the nipple before switching sides, purring under the man's hands on his back. God that felt good! He scraped his teeth over the untouched nipple, teasing, before sucking it.]
Seems reasonable. I like being touched by you James. I like it a lot . . .
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Date: 2019-07-09 01:21 am (UTC)[Steve would sooner die than force someone into sex. There wasn't much he'd do to someone unwilling if he had any choice in the matter. The only people who could be said to deserve torture, of any kind, were villains. And that was only based on his own moral code; if you spent your life hurting people, you deserved to be hurt in return.
Technically, James probably fell into the category of "villain," but fuck it. Steve was falling for the guy, and as far as he knew, James wasn't running around the Hell hotel doing his best to make other people miserable. That counted for a hell of a lot in his book. And the fact that he didn't have to look too hard at his feelings since James would never ask him to was a bonus. He could just . . . ignore all the problematic things his mind and heart kept bringing up to him. As long as James kept saying yes, everything else was moot.]
[He chuckled against James' chest and bit down on the nipple before switching sides, purring under the man's hands on his back. God that felt good! He scraped his teeth over the untouched nipple, teasing, before sucking it.]
Seems reasonable. I like being touched by you James. I like it a lot . . .