A small gasp, Sam letting himself get turned around. Listen, it's not... a weird thing, he wants Steve for so much more than his strength, would still want him entirely without it. But sometimes, the reminder of how strong the man is just feels dizzying in the best of ways. Sam is a tall, muscular man - not someone easily manhandled. And yet, Steve could - can pivot Sam, support his weight, and all that like it's nothing.
So when Sam's shirt is off, he moves in happily, his own hands sliding under Steve's shirt, finding his lips again, giving Steve ample opportunity to explore all that smooth, dark skin laid bare now. Sam's not vain, but he knows what he's working with. Knows they've seen each other in various states of dress or undress over the years anyway, but now it's different. It feels different, because the context has shifted.
There's an intent here, an open appreciated that bfore remained tucked into sly glances and lingering looks.
It's difficult to pull away - Sam wants to stay pressed close, wants to allow himself to tuck himself into that space Steve holds for him. Despite that - he pulls back. Makes sure he has Steve's eyes on him, and opens his pants now. Steve wants more skin under his hands? Sam will provide. Toes off his shoes, opens his pants. Begins to push them down and out of the way along with his underwear. Keeps eye contact until finally - he's fully bare in front of Steve, inviting him to look, to touch, to enjoy.
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So when Sam's shirt is off, he moves in happily, his own hands sliding under Steve's shirt, finding his lips again, giving Steve ample opportunity to explore all that smooth, dark skin laid bare now. Sam's not vain, but he knows what he's working with. Knows they've seen each other in various states of dress or undress over the years anyway, but now it's different. It feels different, because the context has shifted.
There's an intent here, an open appreciated that bfore remained tucked into sly glances and lingering looks.
It's difficult to pull away - Sam wants to stay pressed close, wants to allow himself to tuck himself into that space Steve holds for him. Despite that - he pulls back. Makes sure he has Steve's eyes on him, and opens his pants now. Steve wants more skin under his hands? Sam will provide. Toes off his shoes, opens his pants. Begins to push them down and out of the way along with his underwear. Keeps eye contact until finally - he's fully bare in front of Steve, inviting him to look, to touch, to enjoy.