[ Whether or not James felt the same way about Steve, that was anyone's guess. Even James couldn't say for sure, and that was a can of worms he wasn't quite that eager to open for now. But he did like to be adored, and Steve's attention fed that needy, demanding part of him. Even if he didn't care about Steve any deeper than a good fuck every now and then, he'd still accept that confession, if only because he wanted Steve's complete attention.

He did care for Steve, though. He just didn't want to think about how much. Not just yet, anyway.

He let out a soft snort, smiling to himself when Steve said the words again. They both excited and terrified him. He plucked his fingers at Steve's shirt, nuzzling against his shoulder and neck with a sigh. ]

No, it's fine. I asked you questions, you can ask me questions. As long as you remember you might not like the answers.

[ But Steve knew what kind of world James came from, what kinds of things the Empire stood for. Surely there wouldn't be much that would be a surprise to him. ]