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[ 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. ]

[ yeah, okay, so he's turned on some, sue him. you just pulled him into your lap like he weighs as much as a chihuahua, steve, it was hot. not to mention the part where they've been aggressively making out, and god, andyr didn't realize how much he needed something like this. someone like steve, after the last month or so of gradually falling apart in this place, trying to fit to it, trying to mold himself back into something he'll never be again. normal, naive, innocent. he needed this break to just let himself feel worthwhile, cared for, and not so goddamn alone in everything.

he leans into every touch, eyes closed and a soft sort of hum of contentment coming from low in him. it's impossible to miss steve shivering against him, and andyr's lips pull into a smile against his. he's asking for instruction, and it's dawning on andyr that he must not have much experience with this. not that andyr really has any more, and that thought seems some kind of funny to him - that smile pulling into a wider grin, before he shakes his head, giving another careful, slow, full kiss to his lips. ]

Just this is fine. We don't have to do anything else. [ Just lips brushing together, skin warm and close, hands over arms and shoulders and chests. Doesn't have to be any more than this, and being that he's having the distinct impression that Steve' nervous about anything more, Andyr's not going to push him, or even ask for it. Hell, they're probably way past what they'd normally be comfortable with anyway. Andyr's easy to please, and this is more than enough for him. ]

Unless you want to. [ because andyr's will is weak, in the face of such sweet affection and easy pleasure. he's had so, so much of it missing in his life, and he's starved for it. he'll find himself pathetic for this, later, but right now, he makes the offer, if steve wants something more, because his self control is a joke right now. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Pulled closer against him, their hips slotting together with such thin, wet fabric being all that separates them, Andyr'd breathing hitches, feeling just how much Steve's enjoying this. How honest he's being in wanting more. He hadn't been expecting Steve to want anything else beyond kissing, hell, was waiting to be pushed away just for that. But here he is, hauled into his lap, Steve pulling him closer and plying him for more. This isn't a decision that should be left up to him, Andyr so, so starved for just something good as it is, and so ill practiced in self-restraint. But it is left up to him, and Steve will just have to learn better in the future. ]

You sure? [ a quiet, whisper of question against Steve's temple, as his hips roll against him, harder and more prominent than before, purposeful. The arm around his shoulder slips free, trailing down his bare chest, fingers splayed wide as he feels the thudding of Steve's heart, the flex of muscle there, until it's over his stomach, than below his navel, that slipping over the thin, thin fabric of his pants to palm at the shape of him through wet cloth, soft at first, and gradually growing more firm, fingers curling around his girth. ]

If you want me to stop, just say so. [ he'll hardly take offense from it. of everyone on this ship, andyr might be the most concerned about consent and the agency to say no and be heard. His lips kiss along the side of steve's face, along his jaw, and against his neck, sweet and slow. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Back when he'd been touring with the USO, there had been more than a handful of times that some of the women he performed with tried to solicit him for something a little more intimate than just practicing their next performance. Wandering hands, a sweet smile or soft kiss-- they were respectable ladies, most of them, and Steve had never been the kind of guy to take advantage of a situation like that. (He wouldn't have known what to do with it anyway.) And this? The way they move together, the hitch of his breath and the sound of his laugh, the way he kisses him... He doesn't know what to do with it either, but he tries. He tries, and he pushes back against Andyr with the same sort of fervor, turned on and needing more than the simple weight of his body atop his but not knowing what to ask for.

It changes when those fingers get into his pants, dizzy with how much his body takes charge of something his mind can't wrap around, and he bites his lip again, hard enough to smother whatever sound might escape him this time. They might be alone, but Steve is so used to close quarters and limited privacy; he doesn't want to be overheard in case someone happens to wander this way. Instead, he just digs his fingers into him even harder and holds on, some subconscious thought in the back of his head telling him that Andyr isn't fragile, isn't soft. He's built to floor him, has done so on more than one occasion, and Steve has no idea why that's just as arousing as the very touch around his cock, breathing out a low noise of pent-up want as his hips jerk into the rhythm of his hand. ]

Andyr — [ He swallows thick around his name, struggling for the words and any reason that might be good enough to get them to stop this just long enough to talk about it. Still, there's no talking between them except Steve's uncertainty when it comes to trying to reciprocate, saying his name again. Then again. ] What do you want me to do? [ At least his voice is steady, absently raking his fingers up his sides before pushing them down beneath the wet material of his pants to feel skin under his palms. He thinks about trying to roll them over again, let himself explore the expanse of chest and shoulders and stomach the way Andyr is doing right now, but he waits, lingers there as he squeezes his ass and grinds them together. ]

[ andyr's back arches, and a sweet, gasped moan filters out against the side of Steve's neck, as his hands slip under andyr's pants and grip firm at his ass, bare and unrestricted in the contact. steve wants to know what he should be doing, but god, andyr hardly knows what he's doing himself, grinding back against him, as his hand strokes over steve's cock, palm circling over the head and thumb dragging through the moisture beading at the tip. as steve's groping and squeezing at his ass, he's getting more of an idea of what he wants to do, but even with the dizzying, overwhelming want thrumming in him, that's likely a step too far.

and yet, andyr squirms a hand down to push at the waistband of his soaked pants, hips shifting to shuffle the cloth off, until it's around his thighs, and soon, shimmied out of and kicked aside, leaving andyr completely bare against steve, cock flushed hard where he slots against the curve of steve's hips, a shivered sigh rattling from him at the contact. ]

I want you to do whatever you feel like doing. There's no wrong answer, Steve. [ he whispers against steve's lips, coming up to kiss him slow and sweet and indulgent. god, but he can't seem to get enough. ] Touch wherever you want, take whatever you want. Come here.

[ releasing him for a moment, andyr's hands raise to steve's shoulders, and as he leans back, he pulls him forward, rolling them, so that Andyr's back touches the rock beneath them, and Steve's pulled to blanket over him, andyr's legs parting to frame his hips. like this, steve. he pulls at him to lay against him, not asking steve to strip down like he had - if he wants to, andyr won't complain, but he isn't going to push him to. there's just something freeing in being bared like this, in a situation like this, under hands like steve's, being kissed and held and caressed all over like steve's doing. ]

Edited 2016-09-28 17:41 (UTC)

[ There's no wrong answer, he says, but Steve feels like everything is balanced just on the edge of it, turned on and anxious and completely unsure in this moment. He knows very little aside from the obvious, aside from Andyr's hands warm on his skin and his mouth scorching a trail wherever he presses a kiss. He fumbles with his clothes, freeing himself of those thin pants, and it's hardly the first time Steve has seen him naked. Yet, this is the first time he's wanted to look, to let his eyes linger and remember the line of his hips and the dip of his navel. What his cock looks like. A shiver drives itself through him, blindly following Andyr's example, and when he's over him, resting some of his weight on an elbow and fingers combing through damp hair to tilt his face back, he wants so much that he doesn't even know how to begin to voice it.

Instead, he tries to breathe and slow down, a shy note to the way he kisses the corner of his mouth and simply whispers his name against his jaw. There are more kisses, touching the edge of his collarbone and breathing hot against his sternum, looking down and memorizing every detail that he can. Something still continues to war with him, telling him to stop and step back and give them space before they cross a line that'll be too difficult to ever return from, but the drowsiness of his want - a different sort of urging - smothers it flat, fingers splaying over his stomach and inching low. Lower. Slow and steady, and touching Andyr isn't really too much different than touching himself besides size and shape. And he's so hot, burning up as Steve's eyes glance at his face and then back down to the hard jut of his dick between his fingers with too many thoughts overwhelming him to ever pick one.

So, he just lets the first thing on the tip of his tongue roll out of his mouth, curling his hand tight as he leans back to bump his nose against Andyr's. ] I want you. [ It's such a simple thing, a heavy admittance that sinks through him, and isn't it obvious by how affected he is because of all this? He wants more of Andyr's touch, wants to hear his voice and feel the way he presses against him. The soft sounds and the sweetness that comes from it, how it grips tight around his heart and nearly chokes him with it. ] Tell me-- [ But he shakes his head and finally moves, lets his fingers stroke the length of him as he lifts his hips and looks down to watch.

More than anything, he wants to see it, remember it, and there's no embarrassment in that moment, teeth digging into his bottom lip as Steve tries to work it into a rhythm, testing what he likes and what he might not. He grips him hard, strokes him harder, and then, alternates to something slow, easy and lazy. It's all instinct now, thinking how much better it'd be if he slid out of his own pants and rocked against him without a single stitch of clothing, but he's too focused on this, on the testing and touching and watching. He's too focused on Andyr feeling good, tripping over every unspoken word he still wants to whisper in his ear and shuddering with it. Just a little more, he thinks, and his hand slides around him easier now, wetter with each push of his hand. He grinds himself against the inside of his thigh.

Just a little more. ]

[ for the first moment since that kiss, there's a lull in the downward tumbling of them, and andyr feels a sort of buzzing, nervous excitement flit through him, as steve looks over his bared body, eyes drinking in details, examining, tracing with his hands and his lips. he can count the times he's been intimate like this on one hand, the first time all teenage fumbling, and the second too fast and fierce to have a moment as calm as this. he hasn't felt this brand of nerves under assessment in a long time, and there's that basic thrum of desire to be appreciated, wanted and liked. to be a fond memory, something that floats into steve's head in later days and drives him a little insane. god knows andyr's going to be doing the same with the picture of him breathing heavy, all red on his chest, neck and cheeks, with the clear outline of his flushed cock showing, wet fabric clinging too closely.

it's a simple sort of affection in the way his lips part at the whisper of his name, sounding foreign and so much more weighted on steve's tongue, and andyr presses his face into Steve's, lifting just to rub his cheek against his - just to feel him, to be here with him, the simple and pure fondness of it. his fingers curl around andyr's length, and he shivers to be touched so intimately. i want you, steve tells him, with his hand feeling to warm around his cock, and his body pressing down against him with such a reassuring, pleasant weight, andyr entirely stripped and laid out for him. being open and free like this is something of a thrill, and when steve starts to stroke him, hard and firm and slow and languid, lord almighty, his head spins. ]

God-- You've got me, Steve. [ andyr breathes out in a harsh, hitched whisper, as his body arches and bows up against him, and his arms wrap over steve's broad, strong shoulders. he can feel the muscle pull and tense, fingertips digging in slightly, and when lidded eyes find steve's there's a breathless smile on his lips, pupil blown wide and andyr looking perfectly blissed out, as he catches his lips for a slow, passionate kiss, muttering against his lips as his hips roll up to meet steve's hand. ] Just like that.

[ a leg pulls up, squeezing tight to steve's side, and the other, with steve grinding against his thigh, pushing back up against him. this feels like heaven, having steve touch him so sweetly, making his body sing, but there's the concern that steve needs something else, that leaving him to grind against andyr's thigh isn't enough. ] Do you need more? [ doesn't have to be sex, but there's other things andyr can come up with. ]

[ Maybe it isn't fair to give promises he isn't sure he'll be able to keep, but for just a moment, between the soft affection of Andyr rubbing his cheek against his and smiling so wonderfully, Steve wants to offer him the world. It's a strange rush of endorphins, an intoxication that burns right through him as they kiss, and this is what he knows, the press of his lips and the depth of his mouth as he jerks him off with a straightforwardness that reads as anything but foreplay. There is none of that here, just a rough fumbling of limbs and bodies and an unspoken need between them that stems from deep in his chest. Elsewhere, too, but Steve is solely focused on Andyr now, not the pressure of his own arousal as he rolls his hips forward to thrust against him or the bite of his own sweat when his tongue touches the corner of his mouth. It's the slickness of Andyr's cock between his fingers, the heavy murmur of his name and that gentle question that pulls him along like he's lost in the current. If they're loud, it doesn't matter. Because no one would think to swim across that lagoon and find them tucked away behind this waterfall, and no one would ever see just how completely undone he is with Andyr wrapped around him. ]

Maybe. [ Said in a rush, hot against his skin. But he likes the way he says his name, how responsive and open he is, and Steve can't understand why it had taken him so long to get to this point, to chase after someone who might be something and means more than he knows. Steve kisses him as he pushes him down, squeezing the base of his cock and pulling up to the tip in one long, slow motion. ] No. [ And he kisses down his throat, trying to think but stuck on what it is he could do to him instead. ] It's okay.

[ Because he's moving again, letting his free hand push down against Andyr's thighs until they're parted and he can adjust how he's snug against him, thoughts numb as he follows the line of his chest to the spot over his heart. A kiss there, and he doesn't stop, exploring with his mouth what he'd seen with his eyes, feeling the anticipation building and the nervousness so overwhelming by the time he's got his tongue in his navel. Steve doesn't know what he's doing, only thinks about the things he'd heard so long ago in a camp with other men and their exploits, and he's sure he wants to give him something else, something that might be a little better than his hand despite his lack of experience.

If he goes slow, it's just a matter of will, and Steve drags his fingers from Andyr to taste them, to judge for himself before dipping his head and pressing his mouth against the juncture of thigh and torso. His courage is slow to gather, though he's too drunk on the feeling of what it'll be like to watch Andyr come to feel too inhibited by it, and it's a tentative drag of his tongue along the side of his dick before gripping him again and pushing his lips down around him. ]

[ all it takes is that 'maybe', and andyr's ready to take control of this again; ease steve back and give him something better than skin on skin, but steve seems to have already committed himself to the concept, as andyr watching him make his way down his body. he isn't sure, at first, if that's what he's going for, and he'd hardly complain if he got lower and abandoned the idea, but all it takes is that first, exploratory like, and andyr's losing what little sense he had left. he's almost mournful of having steve absent from his arms, but watching the man curiously tasting andyr from the hand he'd been stroking him with sends his mind into a mad reel, enough that it's shoved to the side, and andyr's pushing up on an elbow to watch steve carefully push his lips down around him - a sensation that leaves him feeling weak and blissfully distracted from everything in the world that isn't steve fucking rogers.

a hand's settled on his shoulder, giving an encouraging squeeze, but ready to pull him back up to his lips the second he seems to find himself in over his head. it's a lot to ask of someone who hasn't done something like this before, and especially someone like steve, who puts so much thought into every little thing he does. but steve doesn't see at all ready to stop, and andyr's a mess of thighs shaking under his hands holding him spread, and low moans and hitched gasps. andyr's fingers push into his hair, and it's an effort to keep his eyes open, and his head from falling back, his body from melting, but he wants to see, wants to watch steve's lips, full and red, around his cock, as he feels his tongue dragging up the underside of him, the insides of his cheeks hugging tight against him. ]

Steve... God, you feel so good. [ andyr gasps out, as the hand in his hair tightens reflexively at a particularly good swipe of his tongue, andyr's eyes squeezing closed, head dropping to lay his cheek against the raised shoulder where he's propped himself up. it's an effort to stay present, but he blinks open again, lips parted and chest heaving with quaking pants, as he drinks in the sight of it. steve rogers, steve fucking rogers, bowed down between his legs, licking and sucking at him like he's something holy, looking at him like he's just wanting to get approval, just to make andyr happy. it fills him with a kind of overwhelming fondness andyr doesn't know what to do with it, other than pet his damp hair back, and smooth his palm along his cheek adoringly, thumb sweeping over a high cheekbone. ] You're freaking gorgeous, you know? S'like a dream.

[ words all languid and slow, but honest. steve's an incredible person, with a beautiful soul most can only hope to strive for - big as he is now, or small as he was when they were younger. andyr couldn't care less which version of him was between his legs now, or arched over him, or kissing him as sweetly as steve's been. for a moment, he thinks of that younger steve, his stiffness and his awkward little smile and the simple, honest look to his eyes. watches steve, and thinks he still sees that boy in him, andyr's lips pulling in a breathless and tired, but blissful, little smile. beautiful, sweet, honest, righteous, stubborn, gorgeous steve.

searching, andyr's hand reaches for steve's, the one not occupied circling the base of his dick, and runs his palm over the back of steve's hand, to thread their fingers together just like that. pulling at him, he drags the warm sweep of his palm up along his stomach and chest, before his fingers curl in completely, holding tight to him through the throes of this. ]

Edited 2016-10-29 19:51 (UTC)

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