Not the worst problem I've ever had. [Or a problem at all. That Steve has only ever shown the exact same level of deep desire has really been one of the highlights of his life. He wouldn't want either of them any other way. Wouldn't want this relationship any other way.
Though he does still, gently inhaling while Steve's lips are at his chest, runs his hands through Steve's hair. At this point, he can safely say he's never been loved by anyone the way Steve loves him. There's something mesmerizing about it. Something that always seems to settle the chaos in him just a little.
He'll put on anything Steve comes back with and attempts to do so but those little kisses are distracting. A few he grins through, a small bout of laughter, but finally he abandons his towel and gets that approximation of dressed. And even though he's soaked in a hot tub and been rubbed down, he already knows it might take him a bit to get his mind to quiet down enough for him to go to sleep. Not something he wants to bother Steve with. But there will be absolutely no slipping off to work without alerting him. Or Alice. Who always just seems to know when that's happening.
Pulling the covers back he gets underneath them, in his spot, and pats the one next to him in invitation.] At this rate, this early, I'll probably get up with you tomorrow morning. [What he actually is requesting here is that if he's still asleep when Steve's internal clock goes off at the same exact time it always has that Steve wake him up. He's not sure if it'll be honored.]
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Though he does still, gently inhaling while Steve's lips are at his chest, runs his hands through Steve's hair. At this point, he can safely say he's never been loved by anyone the way Steve loves him. There's something mesmerizing about it. Something that always seems to settle the chaos in him just a little.
He'll put on anything Steve comes back with and attempts to do so but those little kisses are distracting. A few he grins through, a small bout of laughter, but finally he abandons his towel and gets that approximation of dressed. And even though he's soaked in a hot tub and been rubbed down, he already knows it might take him a bit to get his mind to quiet down enough for him to go to sleep. Not something he wants to bother Steve with. But there will be absolutely no slipping off to work without alerting him. Or Alice. Who always just seems to know when that's happening.
Pulling the covers back he gets underneath them, in his spot, and pats the one next to him in invitation.] At this rate, this early, I'll probably get up with you tomorrow morning. [What he actually is requesting here is that if he's still asleep when Steve's internal clock goes off at the same exact time it always has that Steve wake him up. He's not sure if it'll be honored.]