( this is one of those moments where, despite being a telepath, steve's actions are more than obvious enough with what is currently on his mind and nate can't help but softly gasp at that thought.
he tips his head back β lets the other man touch and kiss and explore him however he wants. hands slip away from steve's neck, reaching for his arms instead, and he presses himself up against him, humming at the way it feels to have those fingers run over his skin beneath his shirt. he's not in much β a t-shirt and his boxer briefs, but. steve's making it feel as though he's more than overdressed with all the things he's making him feel right now.
but this is how it should be, shouldn't it? to not be forced into touching each other like this by the city and its influence or demands to make a certain amount of quota per month. touching like this on their own terms β because they want to and don't need to... nate likes this β likes how right it feels and it has him arching his back up into the other man for a moment before he's pressing his shoulders into the mattress and looking up to steve, eyes glassy and curious. )
[ steve's already down to just shorts, nothing too restricting by any means, and with the way nate arches up against him, he can probably feel that he's not unaffected by being pressed together or the kisses that they've shared. that slight break has him resting his weight on his free hand, meeting nate's eyes and considering.
he doesn't need to ask him if he's sure. there's enough of that in the way he speaks and how he responds, but steve still watches him for a moment, eventually offering nate a soft smile. ]
Do you have anything? Or should I... ?
[ there's probably something in the apartment if not. no matter how many times he goes through and disposes of sex-related items, they always seem to appear as if by magic. still, he can't expect either of them to hold onto those things, and even asking is causing a warm sort of flush to work up the back of steve's neck. being forthright about things like this is taking time, especially when all of this is usually some kind of awkward.
but steve doesn't want it to be, settling a hand against nate's belly as he sits up and looks at him. ]
( he's glad steve knows exactly what he's talking about when he says he wants to feel him and the question to follow regarding if he has anything on him has nate unexpectedly give a huff of laughter. it's really sort of A Thing to talk about it still even for him. )
Uh, yeah. Justβ one sec.
( hand slipping away from steve's bicep, he reaches out into the darkness of the room and, gentle rustling sounds heard, a bottle of lubricant is pulled into his hand then, having pulled it out of the drawer with his mind.
sheepish smile there on his lips, he holds it up between them. )
[ as long as they're both on the same page, it doesn't matter. but it's probably going to take him a while to get used to the fact nate can do things like this. (and if they hadn't been doing this for the first time, it could potentially make sex very interesting.) steve takes the bottle and sets it aside, though within reach. ]
I think they just want it to be easy. [ or as easy as it can be. he pauses then, looking at nate. ] I've only done this twice before.
[ theory isn't all that different from practical application, he's found, but it's not quite the same for everyone anyway. or what makes them comfortable. steve wants nate to be comfortable. so, as awkward as it might be, communication is probably the most important part about this.
there's a soft clearing of his throat. ] So, um. Just tell me if something doesn't feel good?
( the honesty and communication thing is important especially in a place like this, so nate appreciates it and knows that steve deserves it just as much. he's his friend, so it's fine. )
I've only ever really done it twice, too.
( and it had been with the same person, so. looks like they're both in the same boat with lack of experience. but just like those two previous times, steve is just as considerate and concerned as wade had been and nate just... is grateful for that β is grateful to have found partners that take his own comfort into consideration and don't just use him as a quick fuck to be had. it might happen at some point here, he knows it might, but. for now, he has this. he has steve. )
Just... give me a second or two to get used to it? That's really all I ask.
( no head down, ass up, plowing him into the mattress from the get-go just yet. )
steve nods, fingers toying with the hem of nate's shirt as he shifts into a more comfortable position. they've been together and done enough things that he doesn't think that will be a problem. he's not the type to rush anyhow, and nate deserves that. he deserves patience and kindness and love. everyone does, but he has a soft spot for this person who looks at him with just as much trust. ]
We'll take our time, [ he reassures, leaning down to kiss him.
they don't have anywhere to go or anywhere to be, and the storm is beginning to pick up again outside, lightning brightening the room as he helps nate with his shirt so he can also press his mouth against all that skin exposed to him. ]
he shifts when steve goes and helps him out of his shirt, letting his head fall back against the pillows when it's off, sweet little moan there on his lips as steve's own press over the warmth of his skin. maybe this is boring β maybe this is too vanilla for some people, but for nate... it's good. it's good and it's right and it's something he wants with someone he wants. that itself means more to him than having a good hard fuck. to have that trust with steve and to know he can be vulnerable with him... it almost feels like a difficult thing to find with strangers here.
hands reach up and cradle steve's face, nate leaning in to kiss him then, just feeling the need to. he also feels the need to touch him, so he does. hands slipping away, roaming over every curve and muscle of steve's as they wander down. across his chest and along his arms, dropping to the front of his pants that he starts to help the other man out of while kissing him. )
[ this is the part that gets tricky, careful not to fall on top of nate or make it even more awkward as he slips out of his shorts. and just like that, he's naked on the bed with him. there's no shyness in that, pausing long enough to undress nate the rest of the way so he can press him down against the sheets. skin to skin, feeling all of him. there's always something about this kind of contact that he's found he enjoys; even if it hadn't been as intimate, it's still always intimate in some ways.
there's a soft sound of appreciation that follows, kissing him with an affection that's slowly built between them. he does care for nate, and there's obvious attraction too. he just needs to stop thinking about it so hard, stroking his hands along nate's sides and gently squeezing his hips before leaning to reach for the lube. steve's determined to take his time with this, positioning nate where he needs him before warming some of it up between his fingers. there's a moment he remembers he's only ever done this a total of twice, but as long as nate talks to him, it should go smoothly.
and he focuses almost intently, waiting until he's at least two fingers in—maybe three. then, as much as he can manage to not be a tease, steve uses a little more strength to press inside him with a testing thrust of his hand, waiting to feel nate move back against him or even ask to continue before doing anything else. ]
( this place is built upon the act of sex and intimacy in an almost forced sort of way. where lust and unbridled desire are favored, expected, encouraged among all, and sweetness like this is simply ok.
for nate, prior to coming here, the most he'd ever experienced had been a kiss with a woman now dead. intimacy in itself hadn't been anything he had explored or even wanted to. it's hard to when you're just trying to survive each day that comes β lay low and hope today isn't the day you're discovered. you're hunted. you're killed. his mind had been in a constant fight or flight mode that to be here β to be in a place so much more slower in terms of how to survive, it'd been jarring and he'd wanted nothing more than push back at everything and everyone here.
sometimes he feels like experiencing this β really experiencing it as one should in their life, is a means to land him into a sort of trap where he'll want to comply with this place and its expectations β not want to fight back anymore and fall into a sort of contentment that he's felt others here have within them. he doesn't want that. no matter how sweet some moments feel and yet, with the way steve touches him β takes his time with him and makes his heart flutter in ways he's rarely felt before coming here, it's hard not to. if even for just a little while.
head tipping back, the sound that leaves him when those fingers touch him from the inside is soft and surprised, bleeding into a long moan after. this part still takes him a little to get used to and he chases down any insecurities that steve might not find him worth it with being so inexperienced. steve himself isn't either, so this... this is ok. they can figure it out and move together. slow and steady, building up to something more intense. if they want.
blindly, he brushes fingers along the curve of the other man's shoulder and he lolls his head to the side, swallowing. eyes fluttering open as he looks to him with a flushed face and he smiles a bit as he nods. showing he's ok. showing that this is ok. )
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[ steve just follows the cues, listening to him and watching, and there's a different kind of excitement that comes with that, a slow build of desire that he ignores in favor of making sure that nate is as comfortable as he can be and that he's enjoying it. it might be too early to tell, but those are really the only important things to steve during all of this, pausing long enough to look down at him and take in all that flushed skin and whatever else he can make out in the shadows. the curve of his shoulders, that smile, the tension in his belly and his thighs.
he wonders, briefly, if they would have ever found this if they'd never contracted. if steve remained a submissive. it's difficult to tell, but he's getting distracted again.
there are better things to think about.
gently, he shifts nate a little so the angle won't be as awkward. ] Here. [ his voice is soft, bracing a hand against one of nate's knees to spread his legs wider. ] I'll try to go slow. [ it's a breathless promise, falling quiet the moment he reaches down to stroke himself a time or two. it's mostly for the lube and to have a guide, his other hand on a thigh as he pushes into nate.
the initial thrust is shallow, causing steve's breath to hitch just slightly at the feel around him, but he continues on despite that, eyes half-open to watch nate's face for any signs of unexpected discomfort. and that's all steve focuses on until he's deep inside him, hovering there over nate and not moving for the first few seconds until that's the only thing he can think to do. that he thinks they both want. maybe he'll never get used to this feeling either, being this close to someone else, being part of them, but there's care in the way he draws back and rocks forward, the rhythm slow and easy and giving nate plenty of room to dictate exactly what he wants and how he wants it. it doesn't keep steve from kissing him though, nudging at his mouth and nipping softly at his lower lip. ]
( the fact that he's only ever done this with one other person β that he's only done this a couple of times, shows in the way his face scrunches up in slight discomfort despite steve's gentle efforts. it's something he's still getting used to β that he wants to get used to with people here that he wants to do this with and he wants one of those people to be steve. he does. maybe a lot.
gentle appreciation spills from his lips in the sounds he makes as steve moves with thought and care, nate's fingers blindly grasping tight at the other man's biceps, needing to just hold onto something. thickly, he swallows, nodding at the other man's words regarding the pace he intends to set and there's the softest breath there on his lips right before a kiss is claimed from them and that breath bleeds into a quiet whimper.
softly, he cups steve's face with a hand, head tipping back and breaking their kiss for him to take a breath β to let go of the discomfort within him before he noses at the other man β at his friend and dominant here inside him. blue eyes searching steve's face, they fall shut a moment later and the sound that leaves his lips this time is still soft but more eager almost. )
Not too slow. ( he murmurs, huff of laughter just barely there on his lips so close to steve's. )
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he tips his head back β lets the other man touch and kiss and explore him however he wants. hands slip away from steve's neck, reaching for his arms instead, and he presses himself up against him, humming at the way it feels to have those fingers run over his skin beneath his shirt. he's not in much β a t-shirt and his boxer briefs, but. steve's making it feel as though he's more than overdressed with all the things he's making him feel right now.
but this is how it should be, shouldn't it? to not be forced into touching each other like this by the city and its influence or demands to make a certain amount of quota per month. touching like this on their own terms β because they want to and don't need to... nate likes this β likes how right it feels and it has him arching his back up into the other man for a moment before he's pressing his shoulders into the mattress and looking up to steve, eyes glassy and curious. )
I like you, too. I wanna feel you.
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he doesn't need to ask him if he's sure. there's enough of that in the way he speaks and how he responds, but steve still watches him for a moment, eventually offering nate a soft smile. ]
Do you have anything? Or should I... ?
[ there's probably something in the apartment if not. no matter how many times he goes through and disposes of sex-related items, they always seem to appear as if by magic. still, he can't expect either of them to hold onto those things, and even asking is causing a warm sort of flush to work up the back of steve's neck. being forthright about things like this is taking time, especially when all of this is usually some kind of awkward.
but steve doesn't want it to be, settling a hand against nate's belly as he sits up and looks at him. ]
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Uh, yeah. Justβ one sec.
( hand slipping away from steve's bicep, he reaches out into the darkness of the room and, gentle rustling sounds heard, a bottle of lubricant is pulled into his hand then, having pulled it out of the drawer with his mind.
sheepish smile there on his lips, he holds it up between them. )
I swear these places just come with this stuff.
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I think they just want it to be easy. [ or as easy as it can be. he pauses then, looking at nate. ] I've only done this twice before.
[ theory isn't all that different from practical application, he's found, but it's not quite the same for everyone anyway. or what makes them comfortable. steve wants nate to be comfortable. so, as awkward as it might be, communication is probably the most important part about this.
there's a soft clearing of his throat. ] So, um. Just tell me if something doesn't feel good?
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I've only ever really done it twice, too.
( and it had been with the same person, so. looks like they're both in the same boat with lack of experience. but just like those two previous times, steve is just as considerate and concerned as wade had been and nate just... is grateful for that β is grateful to have found partners that take his own comfort into consideration and don't just use him as a quick fuck to be had. it might happen at some point here, he knows it might, but. for now, he has this. he has steve. )
Just... give me a second or two to get used to it? That's really all I ask.
( no head down, ass up, plowing him into the mattress from the get-go just yet. )
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steve nods, fingers toying with the hem of nate's shirt as he shifts into a more comfortable position. they've been together and done enough things that he doesn't think that will be a problem. he's not the type to rush anyhow, and nate deserves that. he deserves patience and kindness and love. everyone does, but he has a soft spot for this person who looks at him with just as much trust. ]
We'll take our time, [ he reassures, leaning down to kiss him.
they don't have anywhere to go or anywhere to be, and the storm is beginning to pick up again outside, lightning brightening the room as he helps nate with his shirt so he can also press his mouth against all that skin exposed to him. ]
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he shifts when steve goes and helps him out of his shirt, letting his head fall back against the pillows when it's off, sweet little moan there on his lips as steve's own press over the warmth of his skin. maybe this is boring β maybe this is too vanilla for some people, but for nate... it's good. it's good and it's right and it's something he wants with someone he wants. that itself means more to him than having a good hard fuck. to have that trust with steve and to know he can be vulnerable with him... it almost feels like a difficult thing to find with strangers here.
hands reach up and cradle steve's face, nate leaning in to kiss him then, just feeling the need to. he also feels the need to touch him, so he does. hands slipping away, roaming over every curve and muscle of steve's as they wander down. across his chest and along his arms, dropping to the front of his pants that he starts to help the other man out of while kissing him. )
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there's a soft sound of appreciation that follows, kissing him with an affection that's slowly built between them. he does care for nate, and there's obvious attraction too. he just needs to stop thinking about it so hard, stroking his hands along nate's sides and gently squeezing his hips before leaning to reach for the lube. steve's determined to take his time with this, positioning nate where he needs him before warming some of it up between his fingers. there's a moment he remembers he's only ever done this a total of twice, but as long as nate talks to him, it should go smoothly.
and he focuses almost intently, waiting until he's at least two fingers in—maybe three. then, as much as he can manage to not be a tease, steve uses a little more strength to press inside him with a testing thrust of his hand, waiting to feel nate move back against him or even ask to continue before doing anything else. ]
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for nate, prior to coming here, the most he'd ever experienced had been a kiss with a woman now dead. intimacy in itself hadn't been anything he had explored or even wanted to. it's hard to when you're just trying to survive each day that comes β lay low and hope today isn't the day you're discovered. you're hunted. you're killed. his mind had been in a constant fight or flight mode that to be here β to be in a place so much more slower in terms of how to survive, it'd been jarring and he'd wanted nothing more than push back at everything and everyone here.
sometimes he feels like experiencing this β really experiencing it as one should in their life, is a means to land him into a sort of trap where he'll want to comply with this place and its expectations β not want to fight back anymore and fall into a sort of contentment that he's felt others here have within them. he doesn't want that. no matter how sweet some moments feel and yet, with the way steve touches him β takes his time with him and makes his heart flutter in ways he's rarely felt before coming here, it's hard not to. if even for just a little while.
head tipping back, the sound that leaves him when those fingers touch him from the inside is soft and surprised, bleeding into a long moan after. this part still takes him a little to get used to and he chases down any insecurities that steve might not find him worth it with being so inexperienced. steve himself isn't either, so this... this is ok. they can figure it out and move together. slow and steady, building up to something more intense. if they want.
blindly, he brushes fingers along the curve of the other man's shoulder and he lolls his head to the side, swallowing. eyes fluttering open as he looks to him with a flushed face and he smiles a bit as he nods. showing he's ok. showing that this is ok. )
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he wonders, briefly, if they would have ever found this if they'd never contracted. if steve remained a submissive. it's difficult to tell, but he's getting distracted again.
there are better things to think about.
gently, he shifts nate a little so the angle won't be as awkward. ] Here. [ his voice is soft, bracing a hand against one of nate's knees to spread his legs wider. ] I'll try to go slow. [ it's a breathless promise, falling quiet the moment he reaches down to stroke himself a time or two. it's mostly for the lube and to have a guide, his other hand on a thigh as he pushes into nate.
the initial thrust is shallow, causing steve's breath to hitch just slightly at the feel around him, but he continues on despite that, eyes half-open to watch nate's face for any signs of unexpected discomfort. and that's all steve focuses on until he's deep inside him, hovering there over nate and not moving for the first few seconds until that's the only thing he can think to do. that he thinks they both want. maybe he'll never get used to this feeling either, being this close to someone else, being part of them, but there's care in the way he draws back and rocks forward, the rhythm slow and easy and giving nate plenty of room to dictate exactly what he wants and how he wants it. it doesn't keep steve from kissing him though, nudging at his mouth and nipping softly at his lower lip. ]
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gentle appreciation spills from his lips in the sounds he makes as steve moves with thought and care, nate's fingers blindly grasping tight at the other man's biceps, needing to just hold onto something. thickly, he swallows, nodding at the other man's words regarding the pace he intends to set and there's the softest breath there on his lips right before a kiss is claimed from them and that breath bleeds into a quiet whimper.
softly, he cups steve's face with a hand, head tipping back and breaking their kiss for him to take a breath β to let go of the discomfort within him before he noses at the other man β at his friend and dominant here inside him. blue eyes searching steve's face, they fall shut a moment later and the sound that leaves his lips this time is still soft but more eager almost. )
Not too slow. ( he murmurs, huff of laughter just barely there on his lips so close to steve's. )