[ He'd meant it when he told Steve to show him, so he didn't protest, he didn't struggle even as Steve picked him up from the ground, carrying him in his arms towards the bed. It made him feel so weirdly weak and exposed to be held like this, but he didn't fight it, instead tilting his head in and closing his eyes to press his temple back against Steve's cheek, fingers fisting into Steve's shirt.
He looked up at the other man as he was set down on the bed, shifting into a comfortable position, kicking his shoes off so they wouldn't be in the way later. His fingers were still in Steve's shirt, and he tugged gently, biting in his lips and wetting them slowly, feeling his heart hammering away even though they were going so much slower than they ever did before. ]
Could stand to be a little softer. [ But then that was hardly Steve's fault. At least it was better than the beds they had in their first rooms. ] Then what?
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Date: 2019-07-03 12:25 am (UTC)He looked up at the other man as he was set down on the bed, shifting into a comfortable position, kicking his shoes off so they wouldn't be in the way later. His fingers were still in Steve's shirt, and he tugged gently, biting in his lips and wetting them slowly, feeling his heart hammering away even though they were going so much slower than they ever did before. ]
Could stand to be a little softer. [ But then that was hardly Steve's fault. At least it was better than the beds they had in their first rooms. ] Then what?