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Sam likes kissing. Especially when there’s no pressure. When both parties know that it isn’t foreplay or anything other than just two people being close and feeling good.
He loves kissing Steve. Loves the way Steve’s breath hitches and he clings to Sam like he’s drowning. Loves how he can go from shy to filthy in a matter of seconds. He loves the lazy kisses, slow moving lips, languid tongues, sharing air more than saliva. The ones where Steve’s hands are rubbing his back or just holding his hips and they’re tangled together with no plans to move anytime soon. Steve usually has a sleepy smile an utter adoration in his eyes and they’re both warm and happy and Sam would be content to stay like this forever.
But, he also loves the hot kisses. The ones where they’re trying to devour each other. There’s too much tongue and teeth and Steve makes these keening noises that feel like electricity under Sam’s skin. Steve touches him everywhere, hot hands clinging to shoulders and hips and anywhere else they can reach. Steve rocks against his body and gasps and Sam nibbles at his neck. He looks like he’s going to vibrate right out of his skin, and Sam loves it. Loves that he put that passion in Steve’s eyes, loves that he’s the one to making this beautiful man come undone.
The first time Steve gets hard while they’re kissing, he freaks out. He blushes and starts apologizing profusely and tries to pull himself away from Sam. They’re too tangled up for him to get very far and he can’t meet Sam’s eyes until Sam grabs his shoulders and say, “Steve, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Steve says again, “I said I would respect your boundaries…”
Sam grabs Steve’s hand and presses it against his crotch, Steve’s words sputters out when he realizes Sam is just as hard as he is. “Just cause I’m not down for getting down don’t mean my body doesn’t respond to the right kind of stimulus. I’m not going to run for the hills just because you get a little excited, it’s a natural response to the situation.”
Steve relaxes and moves his hand away from Sam’s crotch to rest on his hip instead. “I just didn’t want you to feel pressured.” He admits earnestly. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
Sam smiles. “Don’t get it wrong, Steve, I’m happy that you’re trying to respect my boundaries. But you gotta trust that I’ll let you know what those boundaries are. Alright?”
Steve smiles back and rubs his thumbs over the curves of Sam’s hipbones. “Alright.”
“Good. Now, can we get back to the kissing? I really like that part.”