[ There's no argument or protest to Steve hoisting Andyr up into his lap. Some surprise, perhaps, which quickly melts into Andyr grinning against Steve's lips, a muted laugh in the back of his throat, as he settled against him. Steve's bare skin is warm and welcoming, even with the bit of water still clinging to his chest in a light sheen, and Andyr presses against him, arms tightening around his shoulders, fingers carding through short, damp strands of dark blond. His hips arch forward into Steve's hands, fingers running around the curves of his shoulders. ]

If it wasn't okay, you'd know. [ if there's one thing andyr's good at, it's making sure the entire world knows when he's not alright with something. but, fine, he'll tell him anyway. ] It's okay. It's really okay.

[ And god, why do you have to go asking him that? he couldn't tell the man what he wants on a normal day, let alone now, when he's settled into his lap, pressing against him at every point he can, a light roll of his hips against Steve's mostly unconscious. Didn't they just talk about 'no thinking'? A low, quiet chuckle rumbles in Andyr's chest, as he kisses continuously across Steve's cheeks, at the corners of his eyes, against his temples and just below his ears. ]

I just wanna keep touching you. However you want that to happen, I'm happy with. [ until one of them comes around to their sanity, Andyr's guessing Steve first, and calls a stop to it. that'll be a painful moment, he thinks, and forgive him for avoiding it as much as he can for now. ]