[ the hands on his hips settle familiar on him, so used to how steve touches him or holds him that it's like a security blanket these days, and andyr shuffles up close with the tug steve gives him. fingers card through short, blond strands, combing his hair back, or to one way, and then the other, just liking the feel of it against his hands, nuzzling against steve's cheek with the small kissing he gives him here and there. ]
Sorry, did you want the post work out sweat? [ he snorts a laugh, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead, hands wandering down his neck and over the broad span of his shoulders, and back. ] I can always go run a lap around the deck.
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Sorry, did you want the post work out sweat? [ he snorts a laugh, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead, hands wandering down his neck and over the broad span of his shoulders, and back. ] I can always go run a lap around the deck.