The sounds that Steve made sent the same kind of thrill through him that came with a mission, and he rolled his shoulders as if getting himself ready to fly into action. It was different here with Steve, their bodies working together to feel the slide of their skin and the warmth that they generated. Dinner seemed long ago, but he wasn't upset by that now that they were alone without the chance of interruptions. They could do whatever they wanted, and he didn't think that either of them would be resisting very much.

He pressed his back and then shoulders into Steve's hands, wanting and needy. He pulled his mouth away from tasting the skin of his friend's jaw, and he exhaled a relieved sigh at the assurance. "And you always have me," he murmured before he began to kiss his way down Steve's neck, hurrying across the muscled chest and shifting downwards with kisses to between Steve's legs.