It's those three words followed by the fourth, layered together with how close they're pressed up against each other. Urging a shiver out of him as he leans a little more heavily against Steve. They're almost more important than the other three words they share, I love you. Maybe sometimes they mean the same thing, but right now there isn't anything more perfect to drag him away from his mental mess than this. Knowing so deeply that Steve does have him. In all the ways that matters. Despite the flare of emotions getting the better of him, always driving him to somehow make the worst decisions- like trying to cut Steve off early- Steve still has him.
Didn't back down for a second. Saw right through him. And now they're here.
With a warm noise of surprise leaking out from the back of his throat when Steve lifts him so effortlessly, sending that comfortable thrill through him like always. Being toted around, manhandled, possessed so thoroughly by Steve is everything he's ever needed. Especially right now. And while he tries to wind himself around Steve while he's walking, not really letting up in their kisses when Steve seeks his lips out again, he's just as easy to get onto the bed.
Steve above him, laying slightly atop him with that heavy weight anchors him all the more and it gets a little quick, heated spill of breath from him, eyes closed tight for a few seconds so he can just bask. His hands shift up the length of Steve's bare back, and he feels himself saying something to Steve but it disappears entirely when Steve bites down into his neck. His fingers press in harder against Steve's skin, nails following quickly almost entreating him to stay there for as long as he'd like.
The groan that leaves him is something deep, wordless until another inhale and then he lets it out shakily in a single word, "Fuck." Practically writhing against Steve then, his hands dropping to grab a hold of Steve's hips. Not that he needs to hold him there with that weight, but he clutches to him while he rocks up against him. Impatient and needy as always. This is it. It always is. All it takes to get him away from himself. Handing himself so thoroughly over to Steve in just a bare few moments. Everything else is gone underneath the weight of him, the feel of his lips and teeth against his neck and suddenly nothing else matters but this. Just him. The two of them together.
"I'd out of my clothes for you but it doesn't seem like you wanna move," the words exit him in a rush, teasing though they are, needing to bound forward to the next thing and that's the two of them pressed against each other skin to skin. His hands flex at Steve's hips, shifting back to grab two handfuls of his ass, squeezing him hard and then hauling him forward as he rocks upwards again.
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Didn't back down for a second. Saw right through him. And now they're here.
With a warm noise of surprise leaking out from the back of his throat when Steve lifts him so effortlessly, sending that comfortable thrill through him like always. Being toted around, manhandled, possessed so thoroughly by Steve is everything he's ever needed. Especially right now. And while he tries to wind himself around Steve while he's walking, not really letting up in their kisses when Steve seeks his lips out again, he's just as easy to get onto the bed.
Steve above him, laying slightly atop him with that heavy weight anchors him all the more and it gets a little quick, heated spill of breath from him, eyes closed tight for a few seconds so he can just bask. His hands shift up the length of Steve's bare back, and he feels himself saying something to Steve but it disappears entirely when Steve bites down into his neck. His fingers press in harder against Steve's skin, nails following quickly almost entreating him to stay there for as long as he'd like.
The groan that leaves him is something deep, wordless until another inhale and then he lets it out shakily in a single word, "Fuck." Practically writhing against Steve then, his hands dropping to grab a hold of Steve's hips. Not that he needs to hold him there with that weight, but he clutches to him while he rocks up against him. Impatient and needy as always. This is it. It always is. All it takes to get him away from himself. Handing himself so thoroughly over to Steve in just a bare few moments. Everything else is gone underneath the weight of him, the feel of his lips and teeth against his neck and suddenly nothing else matters but this. Just him. The two of them together.
"I'd out of my clothes for you but it doesn't seem like you wanna move," the words exit him in a rush, teasing though they are, needing to bound forward to the next thing and that's the two of them pressed against each other skin to skin. His hands flex at Steve's hips, shifting back to grab two handfuls of his ass, squeezing him hard and then hauling him forward as he rocks upwards again.