[He growled when James removed his hands entirely. It wasn't a contest, even though it kind of was, and at the moment he was still winning. Sort of. Steve let his hands moved over the scarred skin on display, already well aware of each and every wound location. He'd been careful in his kisses to make sure he didn't aggravate any of them.]
Well, if you insist.
[Steve let his lips skim down James' chest and belly, stopping at his waistband. While his hands stroked and caressed the rest of him, his mouth went to work on James' crotch. He rubbed his cheek against the bulge there, mouthing it through the fabric. Steve was a little less gentle, using his teeth since the fabric of James' pants was still a barrier. Sucking the guy off first sounded fine to him. Fucking James when he was limp and sated sounded even better.]
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Well, if you insist.
[Steve let his lips skim down James' chest and belly, stopping at his waistband. While his hands stroked and caressed the rest of him, his mouth went to work on James' crotch. He rubbed his cheek against the bulge there, mouthing it through the fabric. Steve was a little less gentle, using his teeth since the fabric of James' pants was still a barrier. Sucking the guy off first sounded fine to him. Fucking James when he was limp and sated sounded even better.]