[ Steve Rogers is full of surprises. Every time Andyr thinks he has him figured out, he does something new and bewildering. Like gripping his ass and pulling him to lay on top of him, while they basically dry hump. A gasp pulls from him that quickly morphs into a groan, as Steve's hips grind upwards against him. He feels beyond blissful, even with how much this feels like horny teenagers fumbling around - it's still exciting in a way he hasn't had in a long time, and every inch of his body just feels lit up with sweet sensation. his knees on either side of Steve's thighs hug close, and for moment, Andyr bows his head against Steve's shoulder, and loses himself in grinding back against him, feeling his hardness rub up against Steve's length, as if there's no cloth there at all for how thin it is. ]
I'm good. [ He murmurs out quickly, head nodding slightly, and lets out a breathless laugh, adding onto it. ] I'm perfect like this.
[ And he wants Steve to be as well. Snaking the hand that'd been palming at him back in, from where he'd moved it aside to splay over Steve's stomach a moment ago, deft fingers yank at the cords holding his pants to him, loosening them up, before sliding his hand underneath, bypassing undergarments to feel the warmth of him directly against his skin, hot and heavy in his hand as fingers curl around his length. like this, he can feel ever twitch of him, every leap, and Andyr pumps him in even strokes, firm and unrelenting, wanting to hear another groan pulled from him. lips kiss along Steve's chest, over his collar bones and shoulders, the hollow of his throat, and down his sternum as he works at him. ]
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I'm good. [ He murmurs out quickly, head nodding slightly, and lets out a breathless laugh, adding onto it. ] I'm perfect like this.
[ And he wants Steve to be as well. Snaking the hand that'd been palming at him back in, from where he'd moved it aside to splay over Steve's stomach a moment ago, deft fingers yank at the cords holding his pants to him, loosening them up, before sliding his hand underneath, bypassing undergarments to feel the warmth of him directly against his skin, hot and heavy in his hand as fingers curl around his length. like this, he can feel ever twitch of him, every leap, and Andyr pumps him in even strokes, firm and unrelenting, wanting to hear another groan pulled from him. lips kiss along Steve's chest, over his collar bones and shoulders, the hollow of his throat, and down his sternum as he works at him. ]