[ Steve really thinks maybe if he hadn't caused the Avengers to split they could've done something, they could've stopped Thanos. But he'll never know for sure because that's not what happened. ]
You're right. But neither were you, and I know you still suffered.
[ Many ifs, buts and maybes contributed to where things fell. Sam doesn't like playing blame games with the past about complicated situations that no one person is solely responsible for. He also knows that Steve will still put it on his own shoulders regardless.
Sam leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to Steve's lips. Wishes he wasn't among the losses Steve had to shoulder and mourn. ]
[ Steve doesn't want to argue. He doesn't. Which is why he doesn't point out how it is partially his fault. All the ways he's had five years to think about how he screwed up. What he could've done differently in the past to avoid this.
It's nice of Sam to say that because that's what he does. Sam offers comfort and reason. He's a good man like that. Now's not the time.
He kisses him back instead of saying anything. Best to let actions speak instead of words. He has Sam back, that's more important than his past mistakes. ]
[ No arguing is a good plan. Sam doesn't want that. He just wants to make sure Steve hears things that are true, even if he can't believe them now - or maybe ever.
For a while, this is all they do. Soft kisses in the dark, unhurried and sweet. Sam's in no rush, but he whispers against Steve's lips: ]
Steve... do you want to come closer?
[ They're already chest to chest and in each other's arms. Only way way to get closer from there. ]
[ Oh God, Steve feels stupid. He's blushing a little. Of course that's what Sam meant. That makes so much sense now. How did he ever get this man to think he's worth all the trouble he put him through? ]
Um, do we have what we need for that? [ Because while he's never done it, Steve was in the Army. He heard things. And he's not stupid. The logistics are easy enough to figure out. ]
Have you ever thought about it? About what you might like to do, or have done to you?
[ No wrong answers, and Sam's hand is moving in slow, steady strokes up and down Steve's chest and sides before dipping lower. Sam keeps his eyes on Steve's face. ]
Not really. Not recently. [ Steve's spent five years not thinking about anything besides getting through one day at a time. He definitely wasn't thinking about something like this. Not since he lost Sam. ]
You can touch me. [ Steve leans in and steals a kiss before he lays back and kicks the blankets down. He offers up his own body for Sam to explore however he wants. ] Whatever you want, Sam.
[ Sam nods, gentle smile on his feature deepening as Steve displays himself for Sam to touch and enjoy. It's as endearing as it's arousing. After taking a moment to drink in the sights laid bare to him, Sam peels the robe off, drops it off the side of the bed so that Steve can enjoy looking at him, too. Sam stretches out beside him, comfortable and looking calm even though his heart is racing. This might not be uncharted territory for him, but Sam doesn't indulge often. His body follows his heart, so casual sex had never been his preference. His hand rests on Steve's face, then drifts lower as they kiss. Sam deepens the kiss this time, leading gently and without haste, while his hand begins an unhurried exploration of Steve's shoulders, his chest. And after a while, Sam begins trailing kisses away from Steve's lips, down his jaw and his neck. ]
I want to make you feel good. You can tell me what feels nice and what doesn't as you feel it, yeah?
[ his touch leads his kisses then. Neck and shoulders. Clavicle. The valley between strong pecs, the hardening nipples. Slow and without hurry, giving Steve plenty of time to feel and enjoy. And giving him time to learn what he could do to sam in turn, once they get there. Sam looks up at him, brown eyes dark as his hands lead the way further down, followed by his mouth, trailing slowly down Steve's abs. ]
I don't think there's much you can do that won't feel good.
[ Sam's hands are broad and they're rough with a few callouses from holding the wings. They feel different from anyone who's ever touched him before. He turns into each touch, each press of Sam's lips against his body.
Yeah, he's a little nervous but that's not a bad thing. There's more eagerness, more need that he feels. He wants Sam just as much as Sam wants him and who gives a damn if maybe he'll fumble when it's his turn to explore Sam's body?
He pets his hand across Sam's shoulders as the man gets lower and lower, harder to touch but Steve's not going to stop him when he's got a pretty good idea of where he's going and why. ]
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[ Steve really thinks maybe if he hadn't caused the Avengers to split they could've done something, they could've stopped Thanos. But he'll never know for sure because that's not what happened. ]
Don't apologize.
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[ Many ifs, buts and maybes contributed to where things fell. Sam doesn't like playing blame games with the past about complicated situations that no one person is solely responsible for. He also knows that Steve will still put it on his own shoulders regardless.
Sam leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to Steve's lips. Wishes he wasn't among the losses Steve had to shoulder and mourn. ]
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It's nice of Sam to say that because that's what he does. Sam offers comfort and reason. He's a good man like that. Now's not the time.
He kisses him back instead of saying anything. Best to let actions speak instead of words. He has Sam back, that's more important than his past mistakes. ]
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For a while, this is all they do. Soft kisses in the dark, unhurried and sweet. Sam's in no rush, but he whispers against Steve's lips: ]
Steve... do you want to come closer?
[ They're already chest to chest and in each other's arms. Only way way to get closer from there. ]
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[ He's not entirely sure what Sam means. They're pretty close already. How can they get closer?
Steve's going to need Sam to be more straight forward. All the kisses are enough for him. This is all he needs tonight. ]
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I was asking if you would like to sleep with me, Steve.
[ He cups and strokes Steve's cheek, eyes warm and bright. ]
We don't gotta. But we could.
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[ Oh God, Steve feels stupid. He's blushing a little. Of course that's what Sam meant. That makes so much sense now. How did he ever get this man to think he's worth all the trouble he put him through? ]
Um, do we have what we need for that? [ Because while he's never done it, Steve was in the Army. He heard things. And he's not stupid. The logistics are easy enough to figure out. ]
You know I don't know what I'm doing.
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We do.
[ Not that penetration is necessary for sex, but that's a detailed conversation to have another time. ]
And I know. [ Sam slides a hand into Steve's, laces their fingers together. ] Would you like to learn? It's just you and me. Comfortable.
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I don't want anyone else to show me. [ He squeezes Sam's hand. ] And you know I trust you. You wouldn't steer me wrong.
[ He'll learn at Sam's hands with his careful guidance. Steve has no fear when he's in such capable hands. ]
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[ Sam kisses him again, gentle, sweet. ]
Have you ever thought about it? About what you might like to do, or have done to you?
[ No wrong answers, and Sam's hand is moving in slow, steady strokes up and down Steve's chest and sides before dipping lower. Sam keeps his eyes on Steve's face. ]
I'd like to touch you, Steve.
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You can touch me. [ Steve leans in and steals a kiss before he lays back and kicks the blankets down. He offers up his own body for Sam to explore however he wants. ] Whatever you want, Sam.
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I want to make you feel good. You can tell me what feels nice and what doesn't as you feel it, yeah?
[ his touch leads his kisses then. Neck and shoulders. Clavicle. The valley between strong pecs, the hardening nipples. Slow and without hurry, giving Steve plenty of time to feel and enjoy. And giving him time to learn what he could do to sam in turn, once they get there. Sam looks up at him, brown eyes dark as his hands lead the way further down, followed by his mouth, trailing slowly down Steve's abs. ]
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[ Sam's hands are broad and they're rough with a few callouses from holding the wings. They feel different from anyone who's ever touched him before. He turns into each touch, each press of Sam's lips against his body.
Yeah, he's a little nervous but that's not a bad thing. There's more eagerness, more need that he feels. He wants Sam just as much as Sam wants him and who gives a damn if maybe he'll fumble when it's his turn to explore Sam's body?
He pets his hand across Sam's shoulders as the man gets lower and lower, harder to touch but Steve's not going to stop him when he's got a pretty good idea of where he's going and why. ]