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NETWORK | ACTION | PROMPTS | NSFW/SFW | IT'S ALL GRAVY

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Pretty sure you'll be getting that soon enough.

[ It's a soft tease, eyes slipping shut to focus on and enjoy the way he touches him, hardly giving notice to the fact there's something to be said about that. He's sparred with him, knows the extent of the damage Andyr is capable of, and yet, when they're together, when he's pressed against him or wrapped up in him, it's impossible not to feel the softness of his heart and the kindness that's settled deep. Steve reaches for that now, moving into the press of his lips and coaxing him down to be with him. ] Come here.

[ Breathed against his lips, and he tugs until they're both spread out on the mattress of that weirdly shaped bed, Andyr's weight more than welcome atop him. It's different this time, knowing the end-game, and he spreads his legs a little to adjust, letting his hands wander over his sides and to his ass to give it a squeeze. ]

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Well, at least I'm starting off smelling pretty.

[ it'd felt surreal, for a long time, touching steve so softly, being so tender with him, putting the same hands on him that've dug into flesh, gouged and torn and broken bodies, blood dried under his nails so often. he'd look at his fingers splayed over steve's chest and wonder how they could possibly be the same. he certainly hadn't stopped being that wraith of a person, and yet, here he is, crawling up along steve's body, settling hips against him, tracing the lines of his face with a finger lightly, before dipping to kiss - at the corner of an eye, at a temple, at his jaw, and finally, coming to his lips, with a smooth, satisfied hum, as steve's hands cup his ass and squeeze.

his hips rock some, where he's settled between slightly parted legs, pushing back into steve's hands, and forward, to grind unhurried and self-indulging against him. a foot hooks around one of steve's calves, tangling up their legs, as his hands slide along his arms, until he can find his hands, weaving fingers together, as he holds them lightly over steve's head. not pining, just holding, while sucking tenderly at a lip between deepening kisses. ]

Missed you. [ he murmurs into steve's mouth. he always misses him. steve could be gone five minutes and andyr would still grin and kiss or hug him when he got back, it's hardly news. ]