[When James fisted his jacket, something inside his chest eased a little. Steve leaned in, lips grazing the man's cheek on the way to his ear. His fingers curled around James' wrist, holding it tightly enough he'd have a hard time trying to get away. His other hand held James' nape, another way to keep the man from running.

No point in not taking precautions.]


I wasn't the one who got drugged. I've never lied to you James. About anything. I meant every word, every touch. You're mine.


[He tightened his hands on the man as he spoke the last word, very possibly bruising James' wrist. But he could never be sure of the man's reaction, and he wasn't losing James, even if he had to lie from that moment on and somehow take it all back.]