"Pin in it it is then." For later. Some other time. Pinned down with nowhere to go, in danger but never actually in danger, able to struggle and exhaust himself and be safe the entire time.

This, too, is safe. And he has to remember that. That's less to do with Steve and more to do with the situation, this softness, this intimacy. He used to do this. With people he loves. Hold and be held. Casual, good, close, physical contact that relaxes, or excites in all the right ways.

It's been an age. It's been a lifetime. It's been--a whole other person who experienced that. He's not even entirely sure where to put his hands anymore, so he lays one along Steve's leg and the other on top of the hand on his chest. "Yeah. It's nice."