All of it -- the hands on him, the good boy, the order -- it's just overwhelming. Just for a moment, he freezes up again, but this time he forces himself through it, closing his eyes and exhaling shakily as a shiver goes down his spine, making him feel both excited and disgusted with himself. It's okay. Steve is someone he loves and trusts, it's nothing like back then, he's allowed to like this...

He swallows, glancing at Steve through his eyelashes just enough for their eyes to meet, then he's closing them again, and closing the rest of the distance between their lips. This time it's slow, soft, but he deepens it almost immediately, tilting his head slightly to better accommodate it and slipping his arms behind Steve's neck.

It does feel good. He could get lost in this. Not think of the uncomfortable parts, just focus on the way they're pressed together, how every little shifting movement makes them rub against each other. He blushes harder, but presses on stubbornly, almost a hint of desperation in the way he's going for the other man's mouth. He feels a little lightheaded, even, though he's quite sure he didn't drink enough for it to be the sole cause of this, but there's a certain floating sensation all the same, as if he's feeling this through someone else's skin.