[ They simply need to learn more about each other when there's more time to talk, when they're not distracted by something this nice. Steve might be wavering just a little, hesitating in the wake of those kisses, but the second Andyr's hand presses down to palm him through the soaked fabric of his pants, Steve's brain quickly shifts gears to respond almost too eagerly. His hips lift, seeking the weight of those fingers and the heat of Andyr's body plastered close to him, and his own hands slide to touch anything and everything he can, memorizing the shape of his chest and the curve of his arms. He can't stop, tilting his head into the pressure of his mouth to kiss him even harder—an agreement to speak up if he needed to. ]
I'm-- [ Steve fumbles for the words, breathing against his lips and rubbing into him until he honestly can't decide if he should actually follow through with what he'd been considering just a few minutes before this. He lets his fingers dip down to the waistline of Andyr's pants. ] I said I was good. This is good. [ And too many other things as well, the confusion falling away as he surrenders to the need for just a bit more. Steve grips his thighs and holds him close as he lies back, dragging Andyr down with him and mindful of the ports in his back as his hands slide to grip his ass. Everything is nerves and heightened senses, the sensations mingled together and singing through his blood.
His lips ghost Andyr's jaw. ] Are you okay like this? [ Because he still doesn't know, pushed into blindly following the instincts of his body rather than using experience he doesn't have. It feels good, at least, and maybe that's all that matters right now. That, and how Andyr is, if he likes this and if he wants just as much as Steve does. He'll consider it later, his own feelings beyond the superficial, but for now, he pulls him down as he grinds up and groans in the back of his throat. ]
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I'm-- [ Steve fumbles for the words, breathing against his lips and rubbing into him until he honestly can't decide if he should actually follow through with what he'd been considering just a few minutes before this. He lets his fingers dip down to the waistline of Andyr's pants. ] I said I was good. This is good. [ And too many other things as well, the confusion falling away as he surrenders to the need for just a bit more. Steve grips his thighs and holds him close as he lies back, dragging Andyr down with him and mindful of the ports in his back as his hands slide to grip his ass. Everything is nerves and heightened senses, the sensations mingled together and singing through his blood.
His lips ghost Andyr's jaw. ] Are you okay like this? [ Because he still doesn't know, pushed into blindly following the instincts of his body rather than using experience he doesn't have. It feels good, at least, and maybe that's all that matters right now. That, and how Andyr is, if he likes this and if he wants just as much as Steve does. He'll consider it later, his own feelings beyond the superficial, but for now, he pulls him down as he grinds up and groans in the back of his throat. ]