[ If anything, even when he isn't so concerned about control, Steve tries to keep things steady. Much in the way his hands want to do the same things Clint's do to him but don't. Much like the hardness he can feel against his stomach where his own is confined to the discomfort of his jeans. (That's also lack of foresight on his part, not having considered that this would immediately jump to sex.) But Steve makes up for it in other ways: in the almost gentle way he drops Clint onto the couch and in the surprisingly soft kiss he gives him in return for the teeth digging into his lip.
He pauses, looking down at him and not quite settling himself atop of him just yet. ]
I'd feel bad if I ended up putting you through one of them, [ he says, almost so serious that it's nearly impossible to tell he's joking at first. ] This seemed like a safer bet.
[ His smile reflects the tease then, allowing himself a moment to take in the muscle and lines of Clint's body. There have been plenty of times they'd seen each other in similar naked states, though mostly in a professional setting, and really, a lot of the gear they tend to wear doesn't leave much to the imagination. But this is something else, something a lot more visceral. He doubts their team bonding exercises could have ever anticipated something like this. Which is fine, fingers stroking lightly over Clint's chest—almost as if committing it to memory.
Then, he's on his feet in a very careful dance to get out of the rest of his clothes. Steve doesn't purposely take it slow, but if he happens to take the time to shuck out of his pants and then do the same with his briefs, it really might be by accident. He's not shy about it either, being naked; as Clint had pointed out before, he'd been in the army. Whatever sense of modesty a person had simply disappeared after a while, and even before that, with the number of exams he'd gone through, it's just not something he thinks about anymore.
He does think about the way he crawls over Clint once he's undressed though, meeting his eyes with a smile. ]
How do you want me? [ Yet another one of many things they hadn't actually discussed. ]
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He pauses, looking down at him and not quite settling himself atop of him just yet. ]
I'd feel bad if I ended up putting you through one of them, [ he says, almost so serious that it's nearly impossible to tell he's joking at first. ] This seemed like a safer bet.
[ His smile reflects the tease then, allowing himself a moment to take in the muscle and lines of Clint's body. There have been plenty of times they'd seen each other in similar naked states, though mostly in a professional setting, and really, a lot of the gear they tend to wear doesn't leave much to the imagination. But this is something else, something a lot more visceral. He doubts their team bonding exercises could have ever anticipated something like this. Which is fine, fingers stroking lightly over Clint's chest—almost as if committing it to memory.
Then, he's on his feet in a very careful dance to get out of the rest of his clothes. Steve doesn't purposely take it slow, but if he happens to take the time to shuck out of his pants and then do the same with his briefs, it really might be by accident. He's not shy about it either, being naked; as Clint had pointed out before, he'd been in the army. Whatever sense of modesty a person had simply disappeared after a while, and even before that, with the number of exams he'd gone through, it's just not something he thinks about anymore.
He does think about the way he crawls over Clint once he's undressed though, meeting his eyes with a smile. ]
How do you want me? [ Yet another one of many things they hadn't actually discussed. ]