[ It was clear by the way Steve held onto him just how long it had been for him. He didn't feel bad necessarily, especially when it wasn't by his own choice that he'd been gone, but some part of him wanted to ease some of that hurt. He cared about Steve, in his own twisted way. The only twisted way he knew how to care about people anyway.
He bit into the kiss with a soft hum and a shudder, feeling himself being pulled closer as though Steve might not let him go. His hands slid down until he was gripping at the leather straps on Steve's harness. ]
This looks ridiculous on you.
[ Well, that might a harsh word. Maybe a little tacky, sure. Either way, surely Steve hadn't forgotten his particular brand of teasing and borderline humiliation. ]
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He bit into the kiss with a soft hum and a shudder, feeling himself being pulled closer as though Steve might not let him go. His hands slid down until he was gripping at the leather straps on Steve's harness. ]
This looks ridiculous on you.
[ Well, that might a harsh word. Maybe a little tacky, sure. Either way, surely Steve hadn't forgotten his particular brand of teasing and borderline humiliation. ]
I want to get it off of you.