[ It's not about slowing down or not doing this at all. It's not about wanting or needing, and it certainly has nothing to do with the fact he hasn't really kissed someone like this before. He just doesn't know where this is going to put them when it's all over, when he can think a little more clearly and doesn't remember the vivid heat of his mouth and the slick touch of his skin beneath his hand. There's an unnamed pull telling him to finally move himself, using the leverage of Andyr's arms around his neck to tug him across the short space between them and into his lap, and there's no almost where they're touching now. Their chests are pressed flat, Steve's fingers pressing into his hips as if searching for something to steady himself, and he nods against him, lets their noses rub and their lips graze in a way that's nearly desperate in wanting to understand exactly why they're doing this and what else could be taken from this moment. ]
No thinking. [ It's quiet agreement, mumbled against the corner of his mouth, and this is where his courage fails him, unsure what he wants and what he's supposed to do. He could kiss him again, Steve thinks, and he wants to give into that easy feeling of showing Andyr just how good the world can be if he gives it a chance, how nice something as sweet as a kiss actually is. But there's also a growing sort of hesitation. ] I just-- [ have no idea what I'm doing ] Tell me this is okay.
[ At least give him that much. Whatever else is after that is something they'll have to come to terms with later, biting down lightly on his tongue before swallowing the rest of the words that refuse to come and kissing him. It's softer than the first time, exploring and careful until he parts his lips and presses deeper. Steve doesn't push for more than that, wanting to give Andyr the opportunity to decide beyond that initial slide of their mouths what it is he wants. His fingers stroke up his sides, tracing the shape of his ribs and smoothing up along his back to curl around his shoulder blades. He purposely avoids the ports, dragging his mouth along the curve of his jaw and to his ear, and when he speaks again, his voice is rougher. ] Do you... what do you want?
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No thinking. [ It's quiet agreement, mumbled against the corner of his mouth, and this is where his courage fails him, unsure what he wants and what he's supposed to do. He could kiss him again, Steve thinks, and he wants to give into that easy feeling of showing Andyr just how good the world can be if he gives it a chance, how nice something as sweet as a kiss actually is. But there's also a growing sort of hesitation. ] I just-- [ have no idea what I'm doing ] Tell me this is okay.
[ At least give him that much. Whatever else is after that is something they'll have to come to terms with later, biting down lightly on his tongue before swallowing the rest of the words that refuse to come and kissing him. It's softer than the first time, exploring and careful until he parts his lips and presses deeper. Steve doesn't push for more than that, wanting to give Andyr the opportunity to decide beyond that initial slide of their mouths what it is he wants. His fingers stroke up his sides, tracing the shape of his ribs and smoothing up along his back to curl around his shoulder blades. He purposely avoids the ports, dragging his mouth along the curve of his jaw and to his ear, and when he speaks again, his voice is rougher. ] Do you... what do you want?