The sparks that light up his skin, that delicious sizzle of pain blurred with pleasure, almost having him melting completely underneath Steve. About at the same time that he's holding on hard to him because he doesn't want him to move away. Wants him to stay right where he is and make a mess of him. Stake his claim. Do whatever he wants. But somehow he finds it in him to huff out a little amused noise, looking up at Steve with one of those wry smirks. "Oh. Right. All me," teasing him.
Falling into it with him so easily. This is what he wants. And when they're like this he never wants it to stop. It makes it easier, too, because he's always in good company. That Steve only ever seems to want him and to want to lose himself in return. How can he ever want for anything else?
And where he was once maybe a little self conscious of the patchwork of scars sitting at the center of his chest, any errant ones he's accumulated in battle, now he settles so sweetly beneath Steve, his hands curving up the length of Steve's back again, fingers digging in when he drags them back the other way. A breath hitches in the back of his throat in the middle of all that attention and he arches so very shamelessly, body begging Steve for more. "I don't want you to help yourself," it comes out of him in a rush, truthful and strong.
Without a thought he lifts his hips to help Steve get him undressed faster. Always sprinting ahead to the next best thing. Which would be the two of them naked. But he's a little bit in the lead. That's when he paws at Steve's shoulders with a firm insistent grip. "Want you to just take whatever you want. Then tell me what you need, too. But. Before all that. I need you to get naked." He grins down at him, mussing up Steve's hair as he sweeps a hand back through it and then pulls it forward, leaving some over his eyes. "You're a little overdressed for the occasion, gorgeous."
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Falling into it with him so easily. This is what he wants. And when they're like this he never wants it to stop. It makes it easier, too, because he's always in good company. That Steve only ever seems to want him and to want to lose himself in return. How can he ever want for anything else?
And where he was once maybe a little self conscious of the patchwork of scars sitting at the center of his chest, any errant ones he's accumulated in battle, now he settles so sweetly beneath Steve, his hands curving up the length of Steve's back again, fingers digging in when he drags them back the other way. A breath hitches in the back of his throat in the middle of all that attention and he arches so very shamelessly, body begging Steve for more. "I don't want you to help yourself," it comes out of him in a rush, truthful and strong.
Without a thought he lifts his hips to help Steve get him undressed faster. Always sprinting ahead to the next best thing. Which would be the two of them naked. But he's a little bit in the lead. That's when he paws at Steve's shoulders with a firm insistent grip. "Want you to just take whatever you want. Then tell me what you need, too. But. Before all that. I need you to get naked." He grins down at him, mussing up Steve's hair as he sweeps a hand back through it and then pulls it forward, leaving some over his eyes. "You're a little overdressed for the occasion, gorgeous."