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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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. ]