[He wants it to be more than this. He wants to be there to kiss Steven, to map every inch of his body with his lips, touch every inch of him with both hands until he's falling apart underneath him, until he's shuddering apart and crying in pleasure, and none of those little worries or anxieties can touch him.
Until they're each other's whole world and nothing exists outside of their tangled limbs.
But they can't have that, especially right now, so the hand moving over Steven, tugging up his shirt to smooth over the skin underneath will have to do. It's somehow familiar and not, all at the same time. Nails rake over his stomach bluntly, teasing.]
You have no idea, all the things I've thought about doing with you, to you. [He moves down to start opening the other's pants. Slow. There's no rush. He doesn't want to spook Steven.]
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Until they're each other's whole world and nothing exists outside of their tangled limbs.
But they can't have that, especially right now, so the hand moving over Steven, tugging up his shirt to smooth over the skin underneath will have to do. It's somehow familiar and not, all at the same time. Nails rake over his stomach bluntly, teasing.]
You have no idea, all the things I've thought about doing with you, to you. [He moves down to start opening the other's pants. Slow. There's no rush. He doesn't want to spook Steven.]
You're not alone, Steven.