[ It'd be easy to just give into the push at the back of his mind telling him to put aside those insecurities and just take. It'd be easy to loop his arm around his waist and lift him up, roll them over so that he was spread out beneath him like he's seen in, well. The twenty-first century has desensitized him to a lot of things that would have never even been whispered about in the era he'd grown up, and the flush that had slid down his neck is blossoming into his chest and heating him straight to his core at the thought of doing even a fraction of those things. The hum doesn't help, his proximity already arousing as it is, and the way he speaks is so... He fights not to shiver against him again, letting his lips part in the way they seem to want to when Andyr kisses him, and maybe he's right. They didn't have to do anything else. They didn't have to move, didn't have to leave or go urgently rushing off somewhere. They could stay like this, wrapped up together and savoring what small affections they're allowing themselves.
But that momentary thought slips in beneath the sweetness, and Steve doesn't think he wants to do that right now. Just a little longer, and the reality of it would sink them down into something other than this moment. ]
Do you want to? [ Because his hands are sliding down to rest on his thighs, the curve of his mouth against his collarbone, and Steve turns to rest his cheek against Andyr's shoulder and chest, listening for the steady rhythm of his heart and just plain soaking in everything that encompasses this person in his arms. God, he feels like a teenager again, all awkward insecurities and inexperience, and it's not as if Steve doesn't know anything. He's just not sure if this is one-hundred percent what either of them should be doing despite the fact he might actually want it. (He really, really wants it. Or so he thinks.) ] I'm good if you are. [ To do something else, letting his palms drag at Andyr's legs until he's even closer so he can press tight against him and he can feel just how true that is. ]
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But that momentary thought slips in beneath the sweetness, and Steve doesn't think he wants to do that right now. Just a little longer, and the reality of it would sink them down into something other than this moment. ]
Do you want to? [ Because his hands are sliding down to rest on his thighs, the curve of his mouth against his collarbone, and Steve turns to rest his cheek against Andyr's shoulder and chest, listening for the steady rhythm of his heart and just plain soaking in everything that encompasses this person in his arms. God, he feels like a teenager again, all awkward insecurities and inexperience, and it's not as if Steve doesn't know anything. He's just not sure if this is one-hundred percent what either of them should be doing despite the fact he might actually want it. (He really, really wants it. Or so he thinks.) ] I'm good if you are. [ To do something else, letting his palms drag at Andyr's legs until he's even closer so he can press tight against him and he can feel just how true that is. ]