[ He doesn't know why, but the first thing he really notices about Andyr is that he isn't soft. Nothing about him is, all hard angles and muscle, and it's even more distinct when he rocks his hips into his like Steve wouldn't notice or feel it at all. He feels everything, what little experience he has absently filing this under things he has no comparison with, but he thinks that, despite all that, he likes this. He really likes this, the intimate press of their bodies and the almost private enclosure around them thanks to the waterfall, and his eyes flutter shut, head tipping back to press into the fingertips in his hair. This is so... Steve doesn't have a word for it, unsure why they're here and why this suddenly seems like the best thing to do, nodding in answer to Andyr's words before pushing his hands over his shoulders and up his neck to cup his face again.
He brings their foreheads together, their noses and their mouths. A soft kiss to his lips, and he full-body shivers, more from the intensity of this intimacy than the fact there's a slight chill to the air now. ]
Okay. [ And it's said almost in mimic to Andyr's own agreement, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His own breath is hot against Andyr's skin, and Steve wants to melt into him, wants to take all the uncomplicated feelings he has for him and just sink deep in his embrace. This will make it worse, when either of them can think clearly, when he has time to realize that he'd dragged Andyr into his lap to kiss him again and again, but he doesn't consider that now. He doesn't have the desire to. ] Okay. Let me--
[ He still doesn't know what he's doing, has no clue what he's saying. It shuts him down when he gets a second grip on Andyr's hips, freezing as he draws back to look at him. When he swallows, all the words stick in his throat. ] How do you want to do that exactly? [ And the flush is already creepy up into his neck, pretty sure he could figure out an idea or two if left to his own for a few minutes longer. Yet, some part of him wants to hear Andyr say it too, and Steve bites at his lip. ]
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He brings their foreheads together, their noses and their mouths. A soft kiss to his lips, and he full-body shivers, more from the intensity of this intimacy than the fact there's a slight chill to the air now. ]
Okay. [ And it's said almost in mimic to Andyr's own agreement, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His own breath is hot against Andyr's skin, and Steve wants to melt into him, wants to take all the uncomplicated feelings he has for him and just sink deep in his embrace. This will make it worse, when either of them can think clearly, when he has time to realize that he'd dragged Andyr into his lap to kiss him again and again, but he doesn't consider that now. He doesn't have the desire to. ] Okay. Let me--
[ He still doesn't know what he's doing, has no clue what he's saying. It shuts him down when he gets a second grip on Andyr's hips, freezing as he draws back to look at him. When he swallows, all the words stick in his throat. ] How do you want to do that exactly? [ And the flush is already creepy up into his neck, pretty sure he could figure out an idea or two if left to his own for a few minutes longer. Yet, some part of him wants to hear Andyr say it too, and Steve bites at his lip. ]