[There was a deep, possessive sound that issued forth from his chest when James snuggled into him. He tightened his hold just a bit and made no effort to stop the man from those endearing little get closer motions. It was everything he could have asked for and more, and Steve found himself choking on tears. The potential for happiness was being dangled in front of him and he was so terrified to make the wrong step and lose it.

He chuckled and murmured against James' ear between kisses, pushing aside the what ifs for another time. They were happy. He could be content with that. And the chance to sleep with the man, even for a little while, was too precious to pass up.]


I could always find ways to make you keep from coming. Bring you to the edge again and again. Remember that? Our first time? We could do stuff like that here too. I can kill you with kindness, or fuck you raw. Or both . . .