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bakerstreet2016-05-27 10:46 pm
meme_maid) wrote in bakerstreet2016-05-27 10:46 pm
They deserve everything and even more
 All About Them |
To give is to receive, that's a cliche so old its rust has rusts. But bring it out one more time, slap new wheels, new paint on it - or forget the "to receive" part all together. Giving is more than fine on its own, at least in your eyes, at least right now...and especially when it comes to bedroom matters. You're in the most generous of moods at the moment, so you're going to lavish your partner/lover/one night stand with attention. Call it body worship if you'd like, or just going above and beyond. Do you feel so generous because you want to please this other person so badly? On the opposite end of the spectrum, you may simply want to have complete and utter control over them. Regardless of your reason, this tryst is all about them.
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Rey | SW:TFA | OTA
steve rogers | mcu | ota
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
Standing there with lips kissed pink and hair in disarray (both from Steve's hands and the unfortunate reality that Scott had to pull his shirt off--God, he pulled his shirt off for Steve Rogers, is he dead?), Scott looks over his shoulder and feels all at once like he should have more clothes on. There's something inscrutable in Steve's gaze, warm and slow and meaningful, and while Scott is both flattered and touched, it's a lot different when he's getting that look right before they're about to do... well. Things.
And, yeah, call Scott real immature for calling sex "things", but he's still in total shock over the fact that a) he really likes Steve; b) Steve really likes him; and c) they've been in the kissing-and-holding-hands stage long enough that Scott's accidentally kissed him in front of the Avengers, like, ten million times now. As someone who's only ever loved one person in their life and then had that person leave them indefinitely because they went to prison for three years, he never really imagined he'd be here. Much more here with Steve Rogers, of all people.
Scott is just not nearly as amazing as he is. Less than a self-esteem thing, it's the truth. Life is full of leagues, most especially Scott's life, and Steve is out of all of them.
"Is it the scars?" Scott's looking over himself now, at the scar that never quite healed in his side, at the bruises over his body from his latest sparring match with Hope--and if he cranes his neck all the way and looks down his spine, he'll see a tear from the first time he tried turning giant. "I mean, I know they're kind of gross--the one on my back especially, man, you should've seen the wound, but it's...
"Should I put my shirt back on? I'll put my shirt back on."
it's all out of love
(Obviously, it does. There had been awkward, sheepish requests that most of the team had seen right through, so, yeah.)
It had started out innocent enough, with ice cream and a movie in that had, naturally, evolved into making out like hormonal teenagers on the couch. Of course, they smartly relocated to a bedroom that was technically Steve’s but was more often than not shared now and Steve lets Scott scurry ahead of him, flustered and characteristically chatty, watching him rush ahead with a fond smile. “‘M just lookin’ at you, Scott.’
Scott’s gorgeous. There’s nothing that could put Steve off at this point. Rather, his eyes trace the scars and bruises with respect, with admiration. Those are marks that remind Steve of the parts of Scott he adores the most - tenacity, perseverance, loyalty.
“No,” he says, firmly, to Scott’s suggestion of putting his shirt back on - that’s the last thing he wants. He steps forward, kicking the door shut gently behind him and closes the distance between himself and Scott. One hand rests itself in the crook of Scott’s neck, and the other traces the long scar along the other man’s side with…as much tenderness as he can muster up. “They’re not gross. They’re - perfect, babe.” Steve punctuates this statement by dipping his head, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Just damn gorgeous.”
don't title the comment with the word love when the comment has THAT CONTENT and THAT ICON
Being touched so gently, so intimately, is something he hasn't had in a long time. In fact, there's a strange sort of fragility Scott suddenly feels attributed to himself that he'd never quite felt with Maggie--he's not sure if he likes it, the thought of being that precious, but Steve's mouth is warm and his hands are firm and real, and Scott ends up turning his head so he can capture it again with his own.
His hand drifts over Steve's cheek, cupping it as he loves the pinkness of his mouth. It's not necessarily a new sensation; Scott's been here before--kissing Steve and parting Steve's lips with his tongue, sighing as he sucks on the lower one and then having to pull a fraction of an inch away to take in a breath. And then returning, and returning, and returning.
He loves it--gets drunk off of it. Scott's thumb brushes a high cheekbone and he laughs again, smiling in the middle of the kissing, smiling when he pulls back.
"I can't believe you called me gorgeous," he whispers, free hand skirting Steve's hip and leading up his waist, over his stomach. Scott's fingers curl, nails lightly scritching over the material of his shirt. "And not just gorgeous, but damn gorgeous. How cliché can you get, man?"
Granted, he's only talking because the sentiment embarrasses him, and Scott looks up at Steve through his lashes, his smile turning into a grin. "You already got me charmed a hundred percent, wonderboy."
Charles Xavier | xmfc,dofp, apocalypse | OTA