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The crashing sound of the heavy bedroom door being kicked open was secondary to the way it felt to have Steve’s arms around Scott, driving him from the cool surface of the kitchen countertop to the blankets they’d abandoned a short while earlier when Tony’s unexpected arrival had shaken things up in ways they hadn’t been prepared for. Lost in tantalizing kisses, Scott held on to Steve tighter than before, allowing Steve to take him anywhere he’d wanted to go until finally Scott was perched upon a sea of cushy, heaping blankets surrounded by warmth and the cottony comforts that Steve had provided him the night before.
Only this time Steve wasn’t waxing poetic about waiting or filled with uncertainty in his touches. His blue eyes were driven by desire, his hands warming Scott in places that had Scott twisting and begging, arching up off the bed with a dig of his heels into the blankets, wanting to ground himself in their time together. Steve’s large hands were under Scott, guiding his body up to Steve’s remarkable kisses, working something wonderful over Scott’s every synapse with fire and passion tugging at that part of him he’d often ignored in his time alone. Everything inside of Scott was aching beyond anything he’d ever known when want superseded logic in allowing instinct to take control of his actions. No longer contained within his fear and insecurity, his mind was racing with possibility as everything he’d been begging for was suddenly closer to his reach.
In Steve’s tender touches Scott was reckless and impatient, wanting to learn more about the lover he coveted, to understand what it was that Steve meant with his cryptic response to Scott’s questioning. Knowing that there was far more happening beyond their physical connection and Scott’s inability to find the words to express his thoughts, Scott sank into Steve’s arms wanting their touches together to convey just what he was asking for in his earlier uncertainty.
“You’re so beautiful Scott,” Steve’s words were balm to his soul, a sweep of tenderness soaking into his skin with the light, feathery kisses that Steve plied upon his skin.
In Steve’s arms Scott was on fire, alive in ways that he’d convinced himself he’d never feel after Jean had taken to shattering his heart by chasing after the other guy who had far more to offer than Scott did. Perhaps that’s why the morning with Tony stung so hard for Scott. Tony, much like Warren, was everything Scott hadn’t been. Handsome and rich, witty and charming, well-versed in all the ways to allure and entice someone that Scott had barely fumbled over at best in his attempts at matters of the heart. Tony’s connection with Steve had left Scott feeling like he was once again on the outside, destined to lose the one thing that had delivered him to a new purpose beyond Charles Xavier’s dream. Yes, Scott knew from the start that their flirtation could prove to be fleeting and tentative at best, but it felt good.
Oh, how it felt good, Scott rationalized with Steve’s arms around him, pulling him close and keeping them connected in their kisses and heavy petting.
There was something about the solid strength around Scott that had him feeling connected, no longer alone and inside his head with his body revealing the secret desires to be craved and consumed that he’d worked to repress for so very long. It was as if Steve could feel them etched upon Scott’s skin in his touches, working his magic spell over the impenetrable walls that Scott surrounded himself with to break through the surface, to see the once terrified boy crying out for connection, wanting to belong to something more than just the team. Yes, it was his life, but beyond that Scott had felt empty and broken, unable to convey just how lonely he was until Steve had offered him something more—another way to face the day in his new lover’s arms. It was as if everything around Scott was in an uproar, his mind and body ceasing to be at war in Steve’s embrace with his cock harder than he’d thought possible after all Steve’s teasing. Now they’d come full circle with Steve holding him, stroking his body, and caressing Scott in places he’d longed to be touched.
With his lips parted and his chin angled back against the pillow beneath him, Scott lost himself to the tiny, tantalizing bites Steve’s teeth made over his sharp jawline, delivering a delicious pinch of awareness that caused Scotts body to shift and twist beneath his lover. In between the deliberate, savory bites, Steve’s roaming fingers were pushing down over Scott’s abdomen, savoring the slow-simmering heat beneath the surface knowing that Scott was his entirely for the taking. When Steve’s lips suctioned over the base of Scott’s throat, tongue sweeping against his pulse in time with Steve’s fingers pushing across the length of Scott’s arousal, Scott had resorted to begging. He pushed against the weight of Steve’s body, stretching his fingers out and squeezing at the blanket beneath him only to be met by Steve’s upward strokes over his flesh now leaking with the urgent arousal Steve had brought him to. When Steve’s teeth sank into Scott’s earlobe Scott’s body was on overload, yet there was something else that hung heavy in his abdomen in knowing that Steve’s hunger was there only for him.
Me, the voice in Scott’s head was screaming out as his arms surrounded Steve’s body, wanting more than anything to be more to Steve than just another pretty face and someone to discard in their time together.
Captain America wants me. Just me, Scott could hear that inner voice swirling around in his thoughts, allowing the reality of what was happening to fuel his body with a different kind of courage, building with the way that Steve was dragging Scott up towards his lips again.
With a sturdy hand, Steve’s kisses descended over the long lean lines of Scott’s body, doting on every dip and curve in between soft pets and tender presses. There was a sense of restraint and urgency, yet Steve maintained his position over Scott working his divine lips and tongue over Scott’s length leaving no inch unexplored in his doting until with a curl of his large palm Steve was squeezing at Scott’s thigh. Angling his head in towards the warmth between Scott’s smooth flesh, Steve sank his teeth into the muscle beneath Scott’s groin, stealing the murmurs falling from Scott’s lips and replacing them with an unabashed moan at the combination of desire and welcome pinch of pain that Steve marking him brought over Scott’s body. It stirred beneath the reddened surface of Scott’s skin, shooting tiny impulses through Scott’s body rushing over his cock and deep into his abdomen when Steve bit him again. This time following up with a hot, damp sweep of his tongue across the surface of Scott’s flesh. Steve’s gripping fingers were curling in underneath the back of Scott’s knee, bending his leg slightly before his lips sucked down on Scott’s flesh marking him with his naughty kisses.
“Cap…oh,” Scott raised his head up off the pillow, watching the way that Steve’s body moved, his lips and tongue chasing desire as it revealed itself upon Scott, playing him in his erotic rhythm in bringing him to sensation until finally Steve’s grip on Scott’s leg became harder, pushing at his thigh in his silent command.
Wordlessly Steve dragged Scott’s leg over his shoulder, causing Scott to slip against the blankets before he felt the solid strength of Steve beneath the slow curl of his body stretched out over Steve’s spine. A few seconds later Steve repeated the process with Scott’s other leg, finding a means of balancing Scott over his strength. Holding Scott close to him and keeping him grounded once those tantalizing lips were working between Scott’s bottom to search for his eager opening, Steve’s tongue pushed out past the muscular globes now parted for Steve’s attention, wanting and needing something more. For a few seconds, Steve pulled back and nipped at Scott’s bottom, angling his head up to make certain that Scott was looking up at him from where he’d been stretched out on the blankets, flushed and begging. With a smile on his face, Steve winked down at Scott before leaning in closer and circling his wicked tongue against Scott’s nerve-filled rim in bringing him to a different kind of surrender.
“Steve…that’s…oh…mmm…oh…,” Scott whimpered and arched against the bed, stretching up higher with only his hands against the mattress to guide his movements in the ways his lower half was angled up towards Steve. In the way Steve was commanding his body, Scott was at his lover’s mercy, unable to look away at Steve’s eager doting. When Steve’s tongue worked in deeper, Scott began pushing higher if only a fraction of an inch and forcing himself to give his body over to the way Steve’s tongue was inside of him, working a damp heat over his most private place, making him pliable in ways that he’d convinced himself he could control.
“Oh fuck please…Steve…I…oh…” Scott cried out against his sense of propriety, slapping his hand up above his head on the blankets to reach for the pillow he’d been clawing at earlier and squeezing it tight. Scott used his upper body strength to force himself up closer to Steve, overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensation and longing that went beyond the last time Steve took to teasing him that way, still so very new to Scott’s experiences. It was almost too much and simultaneously not enough leaving Scott mesmerized in watching as Steve’s mouth doted on him, tongue plundering into Scott’s body in ways that had Scott wondering how in the hell he’d gone so long without ever experiencing kisses like that.
Everything inside of Scott was on the verge of a new awakening, alive and ready for all the pleasures Steve had to offer with his glorious tongue doing wicked, dirty things that no one outside of their time together would’ve imagined Captain America could do. However, much with everything Steve did on the battlefield, he gave his all to pleasuring Scott in pushing his way inside of Scott’s body that craved him so very much. He was fierce and relentless, making love to Scott with his tongue and causing Scott to break apart from within knowing that he’d never experience something this wonderful again outside of Steve’s arms. Burying his fingers deeper in the pillow beneath him, Scott whimpered and begged clawing at the soft cotton cover in a violent twist, pushing his lower half up higher nearly convinced it couldn’t get any better—that it wouldn’t be any more wonderful until somewhere in the blur of sensation Scott felt Steve’s mouth release its delicious hold on him, gently lowering Scott to the blankets again before he crawled over the side of the bed to break the spell between them.
“Stay there,” Steve instructed rushing out of the room only to be met by the sounds of Scott’s incoherent protesting pleas, unfulfilled and waiting, wanting so much more until after what felt like an eternity Steve reappeared with a few things in hand, dropping them across the blankets in his return to the bed.
With his knee pressed against the edge of the mattress, Steve’s heavy weight felt like heaven over Scott’s restlessness. So much so that when his fingers were reaching for Scott’s hip, silently encouraging Scott to turn around on the bed, Scott readily obliged. Reaching for the pillow he’d been anchoring himself with before, Scott bunched it up beneath his head and chest, swallowing down a breath and preparing for whatever heaven Steve was ready to take him to. There was a murmur of damp lips against the back of his neck, the underside of Steve’s palm sweeping across the length of Scott’s spine, working over the center into the arched dip just above the curve of his bottom. It was there that Steve’s fingers stilled, his breath growing ragged until with a shift on the mattress beneath his weight, Steve was suddenly stretched out over Scott, allowing for the feel of his heavy body to comfort Scott, to spread its heat across the length of Scott’s spine welcome and possessive in his approach. Soon after Steve’s lips were returning to the back of Scott’s neck as one arm curled around Scott’s shoulders, working over Scott’s chest to drag him up higher on the blankets.
“I ache for you Scott so much so that I fear I could break you when this hunger for you consumes me,” Steve murmured in between nibbles and soft kisses over the back of Scott’s neck, “You have no idea how hard it’s been to deny myself the opportunity to claim you as my own—to make you mine knowing that you deserve so much more than someone as broken as I am.”
“I’m broken too,” Scott managed to get out, whimpering when Steve’s kisses reached that spot over Scott’s neck that made him tremble all over again.
“But that doesn’t mean you deserve someone as lost as I’ve been,” Steve divulged with a hint of less certainty than what he’d carried in their time together. With a shift of his body and another squeeze of his arm around Scott, his kiss lifted drawing forth a tenderness before he explained himself further, “As much as you despise Tony, there’s so much of him in me—that I’ve fought to keep hidden from the world around me, but he’s there. That predatory man guided by his desires who could fall into darkness—who can take without mercy, who needs to consume and control, wanting to chase the light in a search for redemption against his sins. The things I’ve done in the name of learning to feel something again after what I lost before when Bucky fell out of my life Scott… Some of them have been deplorable. They are things that haunt me, but to feel so powerful and passionate about someone, to invite them in so completely only to lose everything all because I wasn’t strong enough. I don’t want to do that again, to hurt someone else the ways that I hurt Bucky when I did those awful things to break him. I made so many mistakes and…”
“They are of no consequence to us being together,” Scott’s breath hitched in the back of his throat. He found the strength to look back over his shoulder, to see the inner struggle Steve was facing stretched out over him and keeping him close, “right?”
“Perhaps,” Steve considered what Scott was saying before his fingers swept across the side of Scott’s face, “but what I know to be true is that the last thing I could ever want is to hurt you—to make you feel bad about who you are knowing how truly remarkable you have proven yourself to be. You deserve more than to believe you could ever be second best in anyone’s eyes. You deserve everything Scott.”
“I want that…with you,” Scott replied without hesitation, pushing his bottom up higher to roll back against Steve, to feel the heat of Steve’s urgency pressed against his thigh, involuntarily shifting and rocking in between the warmth of Scott and the blankets beneath him, “I need you Steve.”
“And I need you, so much that it makes me fear that after one taste it’ll never be enough. It’s been so long since I’ve felt something this strong,” Steve’s reckless words revealed themselves with tongue sweeping across Scott’s earlobe before he let out a pained breath, “which is why I’m so afraid to lose it—to shatter it before it starts all because of the man I am getting in the way of what you need.”
“Why don’t you let me decide what I need Steve?” Scott tossed back at him before shifting beneath Steve again. Releasing the pillow, Scott’s fingers stretched out behind him, to tangle within Steve’s blonde hair to drag him in closer in the hopes of reminding Steve what they stood to gain in one another’s arms, “I’m not Bucky.”
“No,” Steve stiffened against Scott’s observation, falling to silence that for a moment Scott feared would lead Steve to retreat from the bed and walk away from the hunger they’d fallen into with one another, “you aren’t which is why I don’t want to make the same mistakes with you that I did with him. I don’t want to hurt you like I…”
“Trust me when I tell you I’m a lot harder to break,” Scott found the courage to speak up against his instincts, to remember how tough he’d forced himself to be through the years facing down so many hurts outside of what the world knew of his past.
“No, you aren’t Scott and that’s what worries me,” Steve sighed dipping down to kiss his shoulder behind a defeated breath, “As much as you want to be, we both know how easy it could be to cause your heart to break and I won’t allow myself to be the source of that pain—to share in that agony you felt before when you were on the outside of an opportunity for happiness with Jean. I don’t want you to ever doubt my affection for you or what it means for me to hold you—to want to share this part of who I am with you. Even if the man you’re with is flawed and full of mistakes, I don’t want to ever lead you to believe that what we’re doing here could be a mistake.”
“The only mistake you could make in all of this is keeping me at arm’s length and pushing me away from all that you are,” Scott’s fingers gripped harder on Steve’s hair, wrenching Steve in over his shoulder, to brush his nose against Scott’s sculpted cheek, bumping into the edge of his glasses before they were stretched out together on the bed, surrounded by blankets and need, “I know that you’ll take care of me Steve. I trust you with all that I am.”
“Then let me find a way to prove to you I’m worthy of that trust,” Steve vowed behind a soft breath, kissing Scott’s cheek before sliding back and leaving Scott to question if Steve would retreat to his need to ‘protect’ Scott, yet Scott was pleasantly surprised to discover Steve hadn’t.
Instead, Steve’s kisses returned to Scott’s neck, providing a deeper tease when the arm that held Scott constricted tighter, claiming Scott with a push of his torso against Scott’s spine. Steve was covering him, enveloping him in heat before his other hand was reaching down between them, dragging Steve’s own pillow down across the sheets to reposition it beneath Scott’s hips. There was a moment of adjustment, a subtle shift of the squeeze Steve had across the expanse of Scott’s chest, but soon after Steve was pushing his fingers between Scott’s thighs spreading Scott’s legs apart wider than before, nudging him against the outer edges of the pillow before those skilled fingers were reaching out for the bottle Steve had tossed onto the blankets in his return.
“I want you so much,” Scott answered Steve’s desperate request, pushing up higher only to feel the stretch of his thighs hugging the pillow and exposing a part of himself to a man he’d once feared he could lose without warning.
Now after a moment’s breath of anticipation, Scott heard the bottle opening, listening as Steve’s rough squeeze over the plastic caused an outpouring of liquid to fill his palm behind a squeaking sound. It would almost be comical if Scott hadn’t already been focused on the slick sensation of Steve’s returning fingers working over his opening, touching over the places Steve had kissed and worked to temptation in his earlier teasing. Now with Steve’s finger pressed against Scott’s opening, Scott pushed harder into the pillow, spreading his legs wider only to feel Steve dip within, pushing past the restrictive muscle and searching for that place that caused Scott to beg and plead, incoherent and forceful into the pillow beneath his head to balance himself against the intrusion.
“I want this to feel good for you,” Steve nipped at the back of Scott’s shoulder, sinking his teeth deeper into Scott’s trembling body, working to ground him against the way it felt to have Steve slide in further. Taking his time Steve began curving his finger in his smooth slick thrust, encouraging Scott to welcome him within, chasing that coveted state of bliss until Scott dropped his head forward and whimpering into the pillow. In doing so he felt Steve’s arm return to his shoulders, pushing around his body to hold over Scott’s chest and guide him upward, angled and parted wide open to accept Steve’s two fingers now creating a different kind of sensation from within Scott.
Gritting his teeth, Scott tried to control his uneven breathing, overwhelmed by the way it felt to be stretched and sharing himself with Steve, to have Steve’s fingers filling him, relaxing his opening with careful consideration knowing that any wrong move could overwhelm Scott in his approach. Instead of questioning it Steve was once again kissing the back of Scott’s shoulder, holding him harder across his chest and encouraging Scott to ease up on tightening against the touch to breathe into relaxation with Steve’s fingers gently pumping inside of him. In Steve’s determined caress, he began to slide in deeper hoping to take Scott somewhere he’d feared he was never destined to go before they’d found one another.
“Look at me,” Steve commanded when Scott angled his head to the side, finding the strength to reopen his eyes and arch his head back to feel Steve stretched out over him. There was something hot and wild with Steve gauging Scott’s reactions from above. Steve’s hand holding him tight released Scott’s chest in favor of curling his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to claim him in a kiss, to rock his other fingers of his determined hand over Scott’s bottom from within the tight heat of Scott’s body, knowing how wonderful it would inevitably feel in their connection.
Together they kept kissing, tasting the fire and heat between them, knowing it could never be enough with Steve’s fingers inside Scott, chasing him closer to the edge of something wonderful in their non-verbal exchange. Between pants and soft grunts on Steve’s end, Scott was relaxing against the way it felt to have Steve’s probing touch inside him, savoring that special movement Steve made with the curve of his fingers that was building up a different kind of pleasure in Scott’s abdomen, causing his cock to twitch with anticipation, pushed up against the soft comfort of the pillow and surrounded by Steve over him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Steve’s kisses returned to Scott’s neck, his hands roaming over the length of Scott’s body, caressing his sides, teasing across his hips and tickling over his thighs.
Steve’s own arousal hung heavy between his legs, his body growing hotter against Scott in his subtle movements. Despite his obvious arousal Steve was controlled and measured enough with fingers pumping in and out of Scott wanting more than anything to take Scott somewhere he’d yearned to be, yet not wanting to get there far too soon. In an instant, it was as if everything was alive with sensation and the mood between them growing more urgent. The sounds of pleasure muted Scott’s earlier concerns and bringing with the feel of Steve’s fingers thrusting within something that he’d known he’d waited far too long to savor in his life.
“I want you to want this,” Steve’s broken words were met by a skim of Steve’s fingers across the dip in Scott’s spine, retreating from Scott’s body only long enough to stretch his hand out across the blanket to retrieve the condom he’d brought back with him in his earlier return, “To know that you won’t regret us crossing this line when…”
“I just want you to fuck me,” Scott interrupted with a squeeze of his legs across the expanse of the pillow. His mind flustered and hazy, body feeling reckless and needy, knowing that the longer he held off on confessing his desire, the harder it would be to pretend that he could hold back on the want, “Please Steve…I want to know what it’s like to hold you, to have you inside of me—wanting me…needing me.”
“Oh, how I need you,” Steve promised reaching out across the blankets to take Scott’s fingers of one hand gripping the side of the pillow and pulling them free of the fabric.
With the other Steve reached down between them, gripping at his hard, heavy cock, and positioning himself at Scott’s stretched opening. His lips returned to Scott’s neck, breath coming out in sharp staccato bursts as he nudged at Scott’s waiting body, preparing to take what he’d been needing from the moment they’d found one another in that art class.
“I’m sorry if this feels uncomfortable in any way at the beginning, but I promise you that soon it’ll feel like heaven,” Steve apologized, half caught up in the awareness of what they were sharing together surrounded by his own thirst for completion. His fingers clasping Scott’s hand were pushing between Scott’s digits squeezing tighter when his teeth sank into the back of Scott’s shoulder harder than before in a deep, penetrating bite meant to pull Scott’s focus to the sharp pain across his flesh.
This time Scott cried out and whimpered, pushing his leg up against the side of the pillow only to feel Steve’s thick, condom-covered body pressing against the restrictive muscle, working into his hidden warmth with considerable patience and a need to allow Scott the opportunity to change his mind about things. When he hadn’t, Steve pushed forward sliding deeper into Scott’s heat, sinking his teeth into Scott’s shoulder again and surrounding himself with the warmth of Scott beneath him. Steve was only a couple of inches in when Scott started to shake, met by a different kind of heat and fullness that caused his body to buckle beneath Steve. Scott’s fingers linked with Steve’s were squeezing harder, his lips parting in a soft whine, body filled with a touch of something that almost resembled a dull, throbbing pain, fighting against his instincts to tighten up against the intrusion, yet with Steve’s lips pushing over his neck, kissing him to surrender, Scott tried to still his breath. He closed his eyes behind his glasses and pushed forward into the pillow working to find his focus again. Steve slid in deeper, gauging Scott’s response with a touch of his fingers across Scott’s side, massaging soft circles over the back of Scott’s hip until Steve twisted his body over Scott from his position between his thighs. Holding Scott in a strong, possessive grip, Steve started rocking gently into the place left unfulfilled and aching for explorations beyond the isolation Scott had experienced for so very long.
“Talk to me Scott,” Steve was now stretched out fully over Scott’s back, careful not to crush Scott with his weight as he hovered over him. In controlled, measured thrusts Steve was dipping deeper within Scott’s depths before his strong, solid fingers were curling underneath Scott’s chin, encouraging Scott to look back over his shoulder. When Steve recognized the tension building behind Scott’s return to a grimace, he stilled himself, kissing the dampness that pooled at Scott’s cheek in his surprise, wanting to work to soothe Scott in his fight against the tears threatening to overtake him in the uncertainty, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Scott answered fighting to ignore the momentary panic in realizing that there was no turning back with Captain America inside of him, filling him with his hard, beautiful body and offering just a flicker of movement from within set on causing Scott’s head to spin with a culmination of sensations, “I don’t want you to stop. Please keep going.”
“Okay,” Steve kissed his shoulder again, squeezing Scott closer and taking control of their bodies united.
In the haze of it all, Steve was seeking out Scott’s lips in a kiss, stretching Scott back further to taste the hunger upon his lover’s lips. Their hands still linked together served as a gauge for Steve when Scott squeezed back against the touch, moaning and breathing into Steve in the hopes of having Steve push further, continuing to gently slide into Scott before drawing back just enough to ease him into the experience, to take in what it meant to be filled and complete, captive to the slow, building friction inside of him.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Steve commanded when Scott’s moans fell to silence, and he bit back on the sensation that was rolling over him in their union.
“Like I was made for only you,” Scott confessed finding the courage to push back, to accept Steve deeper inside of him, wanting against the slow burn and unfamiliar stretch to know what it felt like to be Steve’s entirely.
“Something tells me you were,” Steve replied between breathless kisses, repositioning himself again to curl Scott’s folded legs out and around the outside of his own. In doing so it gave Steve more room to slide in closer and keep Scott’s legs around him, offering Scott enough leverage to push his feet back against Steve’s bottom in such a way that Scott was squeezing them forward and guiding Steve’s thrusts. From behind Steve’s strong, powerful thighs, Scott was using his own curved legs propped up against Steve’s bottom to pull Steve in encouraging Steve to rock deeper inside of him, to create that deliciously wonderful sensation that caused any remnant of pain to transition into something tantalizing and pleasing, stirring something inside of Scott he couldn’t quite put to words. Scott tore his lips away from Steve’s kiss, feeling the squeeze of Steve’s hand over his, keeping them grounded together on the bed when the flex of Steve’s body shifted and the sensations Scott was experiencing were heightened with the movement, causing him to push back and plead with words that well….he wasn’t quite sure he was saying them, but he was thinking them—feeling them as Steve’s body from within was reaching something that Scott was certain he hadn’t been meant to share with anyone else.
There was a moment of boldness, a strength that Scott found when he pushed up off the pillow, working to meet Steve’s quickening thrusts, wanting more than anything to envelope Steve’s body with his, to keep Steve locked there forever, touching him, making Scott feel good. With his weight heavy on Scott’s back and breath spilling warmth over his shoulder, Scott was fueled by a different kind of hunger, body brought to life in ways he hadn’t been prepared for until Steve was sliding back, bringing Scott up with him in his movements crawling towards the bottom of the bed with Scott rising off the pillows and sinking back against his lover’s chest.
In an instant, Scott was perched upon Steve’s lap with legs bent outside of Steve’s thighs, gripping him tighter. Steve’s hands were around Scott’s abdomen, petting at his flesh and creating a different kind of guttural pleading in the back of Scott’s throat at how good it felt to be touched. His head was falling back into Steve’s shoulder, body bouncing over Steve’s length, greedily working to have Steve reach that place inside of him that made him hum and purr, filling him with so much more than the anticipation that controlled his lonely nights.
Together they moved as one, bodies caught up in a rhythm that had Scott hot and flushed all over, aching for entirely different reasons with Steve’s hand over his chest, stroking his smooth skin. Steve’s lips were spreading their damp warmth across the dip between Scott’s shoulders, pushing up over his neck before Steve’s right hand surrounded Scott’s own returning arousal, pumping over his hyperaware skin. Steve continued chasing Scott closer to the edge with soft whimpering cries and a bounce of his body over Steve’s, listening to the distinct slap of them coming together again and again.
With each passing second Scott knew he was close despite the fight from within in wanting to draw out their passion together. When Steve touched him, everything felt electric, alive in ways Scott couldn’t put to words. His body was buzzing, taking to him to an incredible high ready to know what it felt like to live, to breathe a new life with Steve’s around him. In their deep movements together Steve’s lips were spreading soft words into Scott’s ears against his own need for completion, wanting to show Scott the things he’d never known.
“Steve I’m…I’m so close to…” Scott threw his head back into Steve’s shoulder again, forcing himself to look into the eyes of his lover behind his glasses. He whimpered and rolled his body back against Steve seeing that Steve was just as broken as he was, caught up in the feel of Scott around him, soaking it all in with a trace of his index finger over Scott’s skin to keep them linked together in this moment.
“I’ve got you, kitten. I promise I’ve got you,” Steve swore encouraging Scott to kiss him again, to fall into the moment and crash over the edge in the hot feel of their bodies together, of the way that Steve was once again pushing forward, slipping out of Scott without warning before flipping him onto the mattress.
Without a word, Steve was reaching for Scott’s legs, pulling them up high over his shoulders before entering him again, thrusting harder than before, pushing faster towards that one place where pleasure and pain twinged within Scott. It was pure sensation led by bliss-filled fantasy driving Scott to an awakening in ways that had him spilling himself across his chest and abdomen in hot, reckless, wet bursts, reaching for Steve’s body and finding himself nearly folded in half in Steve’s thrusting. With legs around Steve’s shoulders and Steve’s mouth searching Scott’s while working to steal the sounds of pleasures from his lips, Scott was in heaven falling further into the mind blowing haze Steve offered him in their time together. With bliss rolling off his tongue leaving Scott shaking and slapping his fingers out across Steve’s spine more than anything he wanted Steve there with him sharing in everything he was. They kept moving together until Steve’s movements were suddenly uncontrolled, his body shifting to deliver something rough and wild. Steve’s lips were stealing Scott’s whimpers with Scott’s body holding him tighter, clenching around Steve in his thick length in hard, involuntary squeezes. Scott’s flesh was tingling with something he couldn’t quite put to words, yet somehow riding it out with Steve, there was something about it that Scott never wanted to lose.
A few thrusts later, Steve was reaching for Scott’s hands, pushing them up over his head up against the headboard, slowing himself down to catch the way Scott was panting. When it all came crashing down Scott was fighting to catch his breath in his urgency, dirtied by desire, oversensitive and shaking with awareness that Steve was still hard inside him—that somehow Steve was still eager and ready, not quite there at the finish line before he was stroking Scott’s cheek and kissing him again, simply stilling his movements and allowing for Scott to hold him closer. Scott’s legs fell from Steve’s shoulders, now enfolded around Steve’s waist, shaking, and hoping to ground himself against the awareness of Steve still inside of him, filling him in ways that caused Scott to lick his lips and quiver, wanting to surrender to how it felt to be lost in his lover’s arms.
“Talk to me kitten,” Steve kissed him again, taking the time to savor his mouth, to reach that place inside of Scott where want and desire had left him drowning in the craving Steve had awakened inside of him, “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Incredible,” Scott’s breathless whisper was met by a rolling hum over his lips, of his body’s bursting release spilling across his skin working its way over to the tips of his toes in the curl they made against Steve’s spine over him. It was then that Scott realized that Steve was still hard and wide inside of him, working to steady his breaths as Steve was propped over Scott and looking back down at his lover, “Steve?”
“I’m so glad to hear it,” Steve dipped down to kiss Scott again, taking his time to claim his soft, incoherent murmurs in a gentle sweep far from his own simmering hunger still sweeping over his taut body above Scott.
“Did you?” Scott questioned catching the tension that coiled over Steve’s abdomen with his labored breath, noting the way that the shadows darkened over Steve’s skin in his curling fingers pushed into the pillow into a fist beyond where Scott’s head was now resting.
“No,” Steve closed his eyes and let out a painful breath, fighting to keep focused with Scott’s legs around him, “but it’s okay. This was good. Really good Scott. I can pull out in a second if you need me to…”
“No,” Scott argued against Steve’s suggestion, gripping Steve’s shoulder tighter than before as Scott’s own body was still shaking and oversensitive spent by what they’d shared together. Yet with the hunger still causing Steve’s jaw to clench, the knowledge that his lover hadn’t been there with him in his ending left Scott unsatisfied, wanting more than anything to help Steve find his way to the same bliss Scott had experienced. Caressing Steve’s straining cheekbone and tense jawline, Scott felt a boldness upon him, “I want you to come undone inside of me.”
“Scott I’m not nearly close to…the thing is…sometimes…” Steve swallowed down an uneasy breath and red-faced discomfort. His blue eyes were divided by the pleasure and temptation that Scott provided knowing that for Steve their time together was only a beginning to the agony that often filled his couplings even with the most enthusiastic of lovers, “It’s just that with the super serum I was given what feels like a lifetime ago there were side effects. Things that I…I just don’t…”
“You what?” Scott asked, reaching out to touch Steve’s cheek, to beckon Steve to share himself with Scott with their bodies still united.
“It takes a while for me to get off during sex Scott depending on the situation and the experience. I know this morning it didn’t seem like that was a thing for me with that blow job you gave me because I’d been wanting you so long and there’s something about doing that with someone that reaches whatever switch is inside of me, but with sex it’s not as easy for me to…,” Steve stopped himself behind a labored, red-faced expression kissing Scott’s swollen lips before caressing his cheek once again, “If I keep going, you’re going to feel…something that you’re not ready for. Something that might make you feel incredible eventually once you learn to control it, but tonight all you’ll feel is uncomfortable trying to get me to that place and…”
“Steve?” Scott questioned reaching out to his lover as Steve reluctantly pulled out of him fearing that they’d taken a wrong turn with one another in his admission, “Hey…”
“Just kiss me, Scott. Please,” Steve suggested cupping Scott’s face in his hands, wanting to deliver Scott to something tender and wonderful in their time together, yet with his own desire raging through his body, Steve reached for Scott’s palm, tearing away at the condom and encouraging Scott to hold him, to squeeze his fingers around Steve’s rock-hard length so very full of desire and needing the friction of Scott’s touch upon him.
“I’m right here with you Steve,” Scott panted in response, reaching out to touch Steve’s cheek and work his fingers over Steve’s flesh, wanting to experience everything his lover had to offer. With doting kisses and soft caresses for long, leisurely, tight strokes until Steve was thrusting in his grip, biting down on Scott’s bottom lip and causing him to cry out against the sharp pain, stretching his fingers out to scrape at Steve’s shoulder to pull Steve over him again.
As Steve was enveloped in his thighs, Scott pushed his forehead up meeting Steve in the embrace, keeping them together before Scott made the decision to wrap his legs around Steve’s hips again, to pull him back in and invite Steve to join him. Reaching for the bottle Steve discarded across the bed, Scott held his face with one hand before the other was snapping open the top and pouring lubricant over his palm. In doing so he reached out to caress Steve’s body, to dote on his arousal, wanting to bring Steve that much closer to heaven in their time together.
“Let me take you there,” Scott pleaded pushing his legs up higher over Steve’s body, wanting more than anything to have Steve fill him again, working that delicious friction into his aching flesh in ways that he was certain he’d never forget.
“It’s too soon Scott. You’re…” Steve panted sinking his teeth into Scott’s bottom lip before Scott’s hips were slanting upward. His bottom continued rubbing against Steve’s length before working more lubricant over Steve’s body.
“Trust me Steve,” Scott released his hold on Steve’s shoulder to encourage Steve to look at him, to fall into Scott’s gripping fingers over his cheek in a pleading command, “I can take it. I want to take it. I want to know what it’s like to have you with me.”
“Scott I…” Steve mouthed in response, falling into the moment divided by his own want and need to deliver Scott an experience that was without the darkness behind Steve’s hungers, “I don’t have another condom with me. I’d have to go get one and…”
“No, you don’t,” Scott decided behind a pleading breath, pushing up higher to invite Steve to fill him again, slipping inside with ease in the aftermath of Scott’s release. Unlike before Scott wasn’t quite prepared for the way it felt, oversensitive and shaking when Steve curled an arm around him, searching Scott’s face for any indication to retreat knowing that it wasn’t at all like Scott had been anticipating for them together, “Please just take what you need from me…”
“I want everything,” Steve kissed him again, working against his natural instinct to thrust, to deliver himself a trip to the stars knowing that Scott had already been there once without him. However, with Scott’s legs around him, Steve resumed in kissing Scott, in touching him in places that caused him to jerk with sensation, to feel the pull of something entirely different with Steve’s pleasure as his focus, yet he was holding back, “I want to give you the world more though.”
“Then give it to me,” Scott arched up off the bed, still holding Steve’s face and surrounding him, squeezing his legs harder around his new lover and knowing whatever challenge they were yet to face, they’d meet it together kissing and sharing in something that went beyond any and all of Scott’s expectations about what it meant to be lost in his lover’s arms.
“Steve, right there. I…” Scott was fumbling with his words, muttering incoherently from his position up on his knees, stretched up against the top of the bed and dipping his head closer to his hands clasped together against the headboard.
Scott wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten there or why it had felt like such a wonderful idea at the time, yet somewhere between their slow lovemaking after Scott’s initial release, Steve had kept at kissing him, caressing Scott in ways that had him buzzing with a different kind of contentment. There was something in the way that Steve held him, in the way that his body fit so perfectly tight in Scott’s own that had Scott holding on long after he’d felt the pleasure, far past the need to be filled consumed him, yet he hadn’t found it in him to let go. Despite his reservations neither had Steve, which was how they’d wound up in this position with Scott blindfolded and squeezing at the headboard, reaching out to grip at the sturdy foundation of the bed beneath him, feeling the distinct slap of Steve’s hard fingers against his bottom, moving in cadence with his thrusts, driving Scott forward with the warmth that now spread over his thighs and abdomen. Steve’s teasing touch was working up over Scott’s stomach and causing him to push back, to slap his thighs back against Steve’s remembering the way it felt to have Steve spilling the surprise introduction of hot wax over his spine that Scott had more than readily requested when he’d spotted the sex candle he’d recognized from the shop he’d gone to with Bobby over on the tabletop next to the bed, hoping it would help ease Steve into the way it felt to do things in his element, experiencing all that he’d been wanting to deny himself in bedding Scott.
Now with his body arched and the cooling wax over his spine, Scott licked his lips and pushed forward, riding Steve’s cock and feeling a tingling sensation rolling over his body. With the slap of Steve’s fingers over his bottom again, Scott squeezed around him harder than before learning to control the delicious friction he could command without his hands or his eyes to see the way that Steve was imposing his submission. In his lover’s arms, Scott appreciated the ways that Steve was working his body into complete and total disarray learning that after the discomfort of the aftermath of the first orgasm had passed over him, there was something exceedingly thrilling about working his way to an entirely different kind of more nuanced prostate orgasm for his second and then ultimately building up towards a third with Steve’s arms surrounding him. Steve’s gripping fingers were pushing forward to work over Scott’s length, rough and wild, moving in time with Steve’s hard thrusts, slamming into Scott’s body and delivering the wonderful buzz of warmth and ache across his skin, swept away by sensation and the throbbing Scott knew he’d feel for days on end after their day together, but Scott didn’t care.
Any and all rational thought left Scott nearly an hour earlier after Steve had paused long enough to offer Scott some water and a quick massage over his aching limbs before they’d taken to having sex all over again. This time without restraint, without compromise hard and reckless, delivering a different kind of hurt to Scott that had him screaming and moaning, broken by desire and wanting more than anything to have his boyfriend fuck him to the point of exhaustion. Sure, he’d heard about stories of things like this happening with other people over time yet he’d never believed he’d become someone who needed it, who wanted to be consumed entirely, bound and broken by desire, aching to be claimed and used for his lover’s pleasure, stretched and filled with expert precision learning to come undone on his lover’s command after only a day of carnal pleasures.
Now as Steve’s thrusts were growing faster, his grip on Scott’s cock intensified. Steve was moving rapidly with his thumb circling over the damp, reddened flesh at Scott’s tip coaxing Scott to jerk in anticipation, to whimper and slam back into Steve fighting against the restraints on his wrists and grunting with urgency, this time feeling Steve shaking behind him, slapping up into him with hard, unforgiving thrusts, Scott knew that this was what he’d waited all day into night to experience in his lover’s arms.
Without any further preamble, Steve squeezing fingers were taking Scott to the heavens again, milking every last of drop of desire from his body until somewhere in the middle of the incomprehensible shout that tore itself from the back of Scott’s throat, Steve was plummeting inside of him, finally reaching that point where desire and bliss came down hard upon him. Steve’s arm was squeezing almost painfully tight around Scott, his body tensing up over Scott’s spine, pumping two more times before Scott felt his lover quiver and spill his hard-earned release into Scott, filling Scott in ways that had him moaning and whimpering, caught up in a different kind of feeling with blissful tears streaming down his cheeks and shudders rolling over his spine.
In Scott’s response, Steve pushed forward kissing his shoulder and holding him, keeping them linked together in the shattering ending, holding onto each other in the soft involuntary rock of Steve’s hips when he came crashing down into Scott, emptying all of himself into the man he’d invited into his life on a whim after that art class. Together they were facing a new awakening, mind and bodies linked in ways that Scott was certain he wouldn’t forget long after the day shared in Steve’s bed together. However, in these final moments Scott was caught up in a broken series of sobs wanting to feel connected and reaching down to keep Steve’s arm around him, needing more than anything to stay that way until they sank into the sheets together, holding onto each other with Steve’s fingers pushing up over Scott’s chest in soft caresses.
“Easy now kitten. I’ve got you. I’m right here,” Steve’s deft fingers of his other hand were pushing up across the blankets, working to unknot the ties around Scott’s wrists to free Scott to the rest and relaxation he’d been denied in agreeing to fulfill Steve’s desire along the way. With careful consideration Steve removed Scott's blindfold, reaching around to pull Scott's glasses off the nightstand before carefully positioning them over his face to bring him back to a different kind of safe space in Steve's arms.
Once his glasses were back on and Scott's wrists were released, Scott’s tingling hands dropped to the pillow, his body twisting involuntarily into Steve beside him, curling up against his lover still inside of him and softening, keeping his arms around Scott’s slender lines and working to bring him to a different kind of ease. With one hand Steve’s thumb pushed over Scott’s damp cheek, wiping at his tear before nestling his chin over Scott’s shoulder.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Steve asked behind a breathless voice, a touch broken in his release, mind and perspiration-soaked body spent after they’d come so far with one another, “Are you…?”
“Never better,” Scott mouthed against the aches he was certain would follow knowing that he’d been marked by his lover in ways he vowed to never forget. Behind closed eyelids he encouraged Steve to push in closer to him, to keep them linked together after the passion and right before the exhaustion stole what little peace they’d held onto in one another’s arms, “I needed this more than you know.”
“You did so good,” Steve kissed Scott’s shoulder again, rubbing his fingers up and over the length of his torso, dipping down to his abdomen and pushing at the remains of passion over Scott’s skin to swipe it up in his grasp. Wordlessly he raised his fingers, licking Scott’s release from his fingertips, wanting to lock in the flavor of his lover beside him, “I didn’t expect that we’d come to this today after all the promises I made, yet here we are and…”
“Neither did I,” Scott couldn’t help but laugh in a state of blissed-out exhaustion and soreness, cuddling into Steve despite the tiredness that filled him, “Though I’m glad we did.”
“Are you?” Steve asked reaching out to curl his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to encourage Scott to angle his head back to look at Steve, to reveal the truth behind his words in the aftermath of their time together, “I know that you weren’t asking for anything like this when…”
“I’m a quick study,” Scott explained as Steve finally slid out of his body, falling back onto the bed and taking Scott over him in their cuddle together surrounded by the aftermath of the sex between them on Steve’s passion-stained sheets.
Reveling in how beautifully dirty and wonderful it was, Scott curled deeper into Steve’s chest knowing that he’d be forever changed by the experience, yet not one to question it, Scott let himself fall deeper listening to the man who’d penetrated his world work his way in deeper, filling that missing part of Scott with something he feared he’d never experience after Jean’s rejection. Now with Steve’s arm around him and a laugh upon his tired lips chasing away any concern for what was next, Scott sank deeper into Steve wanting to hold on forever.
“Yeah you are,” Steve was touching him gently, rubbing over his wrists and the other places that had been marked by desire, yet somehow it felt even more comforting than the sex—better than all their kisses to be held and savored with Steve tucking Scott in beneath his chin and encouraging Scott to melt into him entirely, “I don’t know what I would’ve done without a muse like you in my life.”
“Good thing you’re in luck that I’m not looking to take that inspiration away from you anytime soon,” Scott offered up behind a broken breath, closing his eyes behind his glasses, and facing the possibility that maybe just maybe fate was looking up and bringing with this new turn something wonderful for him in ways he couldn’t wait to hold onto moving forward.