But that means you moving. I'd rather you stayed put at this point. You're so warm, and you feel perfect.
[Steve turned his face up to the kiss with a soft purr, eyes sliding closed with pleasure. He blinked at James when the man spoke though, his hands sliding upward to rest on James' lower back, a much less suggestive position. He grinned, eyes sparkling. Steve liked sex with James, who wouldn't, but he'd been hesitant to try for more, for something deeper. Even after talking about moving in a new direction, he'd fallen back on old patterns, giving James an easy out just in case. He wasn't going to pressure the man, not in any way.
But to talk . . . To get to know one another better, to ask those questions he'd always avoided . . .]
Do you want that James? To talk? To . . . to ask questions? You can you know. You can ask me anything! You always could actually, I just didn't think you wanted to . . . before. I didn't wanna push things since it was supposed to be casual.
[He shifted his grip, lifting a hand to touch James' face tenderly. Steve had come dangerously close with the dream injury to pushing things to the breaking point between them, he knew that, but he'd known from fairly early on that James was special. He'd always wanted more. Maybe that was wrong, considering the man's past and potential future, but James appreciated a side of Steve he'd always had to hide before, and that meant something. The man didn't make demands of him either, there were no expectations save the fact they'd both enjoy themselves. It was . . . incredibly freeing. And deeply appealing.]
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[Steve turned his face up to the kiss with a soft purr, eyes sliding closed with pleasure. He blinked at James when the man spoke though, his hands sliding upward to rest on James' lower back, a much less suggestive position. He grinned, eyes sparkling. Steve liked sex with James, who wouldn't, but he'd been hesitant to try for more, for something deeper. Even after talking about moving in a new direction, he'd fallen back on old patterns, giving James an easy out just in case. He wasn't going to pressure the man, not in any way.
But to talk . . . To get to know one another better, to ask those questions he'd always avoided . . .]
Do you want that James? To talk? To . . . to ask questions? You can you know. You can ask me anything! You always could actually, I just didn't think you wanted to . . . before. I didn't wanna push things since it was supposed to be casual.
[He shifted his grip, lifting a hand to touch James' face tenderly. Steve had come dangerously close with the dream injury to pushing things to the breaking point between them, he knew that, but he'd known from fairly early on that James was special. He'd always wanted more. Maybe that was wrong, considering the man's past and potential future, but James appreciated a side of Steve he'd always had to hide before, and that meant something. The man didn't make demands of him either, there were no expectations save the fact they'd both enjoy themselves. It was . . . incredibly freeing. And deeply appealing.]