[Steve purred against the man's skin, leaning his head into James' hand shamelessly. God that was good! He finally moved his hands to tangle in James' shirt and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. It wasn't the first time he'd ruined the guy's clothes, and it probably wouldn't be the last either. It was just so satisfying . . .]


If you take my shirt off, you'll be touching my bare skin. You know I'm useless when you get your hands on me. Of course now I can get to all of you, at least above the waist. Maybe I should go the whole way back down before I do anything else?


[Was he teasing? Maybe. Did he plan to do that? Probably, unless James felt like making a "request." Steve liked it when James made demands. They were usually fun as hell.]